Another fruitless trip. The light has now faded; your eyes adjust to the dim haze, the welcoming sounds of day birds replaced by the more sinister hoot of the nocturnal hunter. The mile or so walk back through the winding, wooded cliff path leaves you wet with sweat, the pungent smell rises up from your waders. The screech of a fox now accompanies the sound of the owl. Back at the car park you notice another car that was not there earlier in the evening. Loud music and laughter penetrate the still air and welcomes you back to civilization... Read more at the link below.. The post Lure Fishing For Bass appeared first on Whitby Sea Anglers.