The Bream - By Tina

I awoke early to some foul smelling stinking sand, I was looking for a sleep in, but seeing as that has become a bit of a daily routine & knowing fully we were up for a day of fishing & canoeing, I dragged myself out of bed. After a hearty breakfast Andy & I headed toward the water to drop the canoes in & off we went in search of the all too famous Black Bream. We paddled into Anson Bay, well I almost gave up right at the start cause of all the weed getting caught in my lure, but I persisted as I needed to get up my fish count. We came to a spot were the water looked “brackish” this is where the mag I was reading suggests is a good place to start.
My first & second cast ended up with a bit of weed so I pulled into a smallish bay and backed the canoe in towards the sandy bank, and with in seconds of my next cast…… bang off he went……. Let him run I am saying in my mind (the mag also said this was what to do) he stopped running for a moment so I quickly but not too fast wound in my line as the bream do tend to head for cover & seeing the only cover around is the weed I did not want to get5 him all tangled in it. Off he went a again but not quite so fast or hard, making sure the tension was on the line I started to reel him in, and wouldn’t you know it a snag w ell that is what it felt like so I paddled over & started to retrieve my line by hand so as not to loose my lure, & boy to my surprise the fish was still attached so with one quick flick I got him into the bucket wow that was amazing!