My second luring trip of the year happened at the end of April.
As usual, the usual spot, with the usual lure caught the usual fish. The only unusual thing was that any semblance of a trail had disappeared. Nigel and me had been through this before but this time, the weeds had really grown out and both Nigel and me were way out of shape for this.
Weiyee joined us this time.
I used to never ever fall down while treking. This time though, there were a number of falls. None serious of course. Only damaged pride.
I believe the final tally of the day was 3 landed, 3 missed, 4 lost (of which I contributed 2).