ouchthathurt
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The boy and I decided it was time to hit the beach again, so with negative covid test results, we loaded up the wagon and headed to the beach. I was planning to do the evening tide last night, but quite frankly, I was too tired! So 6am saw the car lurching towards Pett Level. We arrived at about 2&1/2hrs before low tide, and I set up the boys sonik beachcasters with the usual 2 hook clipped down rigs baited with fresh lug pumped as needed. I had 30 fresh wrapped lug as a back up, but I do prefer nice freshly pumped bait if possible. Once his rods were out, I set up my Leeda Icon elite match rods with newly serviced Diawa 7ht multis and with 2 hook clipped down rigs baited with pumped lug too. They were soon sent seaward too. The boy was immediately into a fish. 
He was into a good eel, very happy he was too. Whilst rebaiting and recasting that rod, he had a drop back on his second rod. 
That produced another eel that could have been the first ones twin! He was soon watching the tip rattle, producing another eel. 
Three good eels to the boy and I’m yet to get a bite! By now we are rattling through the wrapped lug, I finally get on the scoreboard… 
significantly smaller than the boys, but blank saved. I quickly caught a second tiny bootlace to draw one behind the boy, when he quickly rattles out a double shot of eels to put me back in my box! 
At this point, wifey joins us with the dog, so boy wants to demonstrate his casting prowess to her, and casts out… and hits a seagull!! ?? fortunately it was unharmed, although hung up in his line, following wifeys command, I made use of my new chesties and waded out to where he was flapping away. Carrying it to shore scored me a few bites! But it was quickly untangled and flew off none the worse for its experience! 
Wifey is wearing a fluro jacket with “please keep your dog away, anxious dog in training” as our dog is extremely nervous. With all the seagull wrestling, I saw my rod had dropped slack, so I retrieved another eel 
the tide was well on the flood by now which usually means the fishing slows up, but the boy managed one final eel to round the day off. 
With that, I decided that it was time to head home, 7am-1145am was enough. I saw a few little school bass head and tailing and jumping out of the water only 10-15yrds from the shore, I’d hoped that the boy would have picked one up, but no joy. His search for a bass continues!
He was into a good eel, very happy he was too. Whilst rebaiting and recasting that rod, he had a drop back on his second rod. That produced another eel that could have been the first ones twin! He was soon watching the tip rattle, producing another eel. Three good eels to the boy and I’m yet to get a bite! By now we are rattling through the wrapped lug, I finally get on the scoreboard… significantly smaller than the boys, but blank saved. I quickly caught a second tiny bootlace to draw one behind the boy, when he quickly rattles out a double shot of eels to put me back in my box! At this point, wifey joins us with the dog, so boy wants to demonstrate his casting prowess to her, and casts out… and hits a seagull!! ?? fortunately it was unharmed, although hung up in his line, following wifeys command, I made use of my new chesties and waded out to where he was flapping away. Carrying it to shore scored me a few bites! But it was quickly untangled and flew off none the worse for its experience! Wifey is wearing a fluro jacket with “please keep your dog away, anxious dog in training” as our dog is extremely nervous. With all the seagull wrestling, I saw my rod had dropped slack, so I retrieved another eel the tide was well on the flood by now which usually means the fishing slows up, but the boy managed one final eel to round the day off. With that, I decided that it was time to head home, 7am-1145am was enough. I saw a few little school bass head and tailing and jumping out of the water only 10-15yrds from the shore, I’d hoped that the boy would have picked one up, but no joy. His search for a bass continues!
