After the sun passed the zenith we moved over to the harbour shoreline near the Canal entrance, the idea being that I wanted to get Jake into some bass. After about twenty minutes, Jake decided he had to go to the loo. The closest "johnny was about a 10 minute walk, so off he went, asking me to watch his float while he was gone. He was out of sight about two minutes when his float went under. I grabbed it and set the hook, to be rewarded with a hard pull and an explosion of water. The result was a solid 4-pounder! I felt so bad for the kid. . . he missed the best fish of the day! Of course he took credit for it anyway, seeing as how it was his rod.






















