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Finally the stiff easterlies died down and combined with favourable tides a visit to a new found mullet spot was in order. With a marked deterioration in weather conditions forecasted from tonight, this may prove to be the final sortie of the season. Unfortunately it was a case of one extreme to another and Tom Lambert and I were faced with a mirror-like surface and strong early morning sunshine illuminating the gin clear shallows. The fish were certainly there but proved spooky and uncooperative and the fly line landing on the surface must have possessed all the delicacy of a huge tree crashing down in a forest. Cloud cover rolled in from the east, raising our spirits and the gentlest of breezes, allowing us to get to work with some confidence. The first shoal encountered were thick lips, feeding in a tidal rip with enough force to allow the dead drifting of a pair of diawl bachs. Two large fish were quick to respond but equally quick to throw the hook by repeatedly leaping high above the water. The rip eventually faded and we walked the margins in search of fresh quarry. An armada of fins and tails betrayed the presence of a substantial shoal of golden grey mullet feeding in water not much in excess of three inches deep. When mullet are feeding in impossibly shallow water who are you going to call? Ghostbusters of course and two of these slow sinking patterns replaced the diawl bachs on the leader. I very much doubt if fishing in the UK gets much better than sight casting to a pod of golden greys feeding in crystal clear water. A multitude of takes soon followed but the fish were in tentative mood, probably due to the calm and at times bright conditions. Fish were nipping at the fly before fully committing themselves and many takes were missed before a very decent golden grey grabbed the point fly. The fish ran like a demon in search of deep water but there was none in this huge area of shallow flats. The fish then resorted to diving head down into the shingle in an attempt to rub the fly from its mouth and the next run and jump saw the line fall slack. It was starting to feel like one of those days but there is little time to feel sorry for oneself when surrounded by so many feeding fish. A few more casts saw the line tighten again and this time the fish stuck, a pretty golden grey which fell to a GR Ghostbuster on the dropper, tied with extra long 'feelers'.