Muddy mullet madness

Mission was to catch my first mullet on the fly rod. Truth be told the last mullet I caught were on bread on the Algarve along time ago. Last century long time ago. The Loafer was my man and he instructed me to buy a suitable line, in this case a weight forward floating line, they come with welded loops now and a handy tag indicating the reel end.Beef wrap with mustard and a tour of the man cave and we were off prospecting for grey ghosts. The Loafer lives a stones throw away from the mud flats and knows the tides and where the mullet and bass will show at given states of the tide all being well. 3.30ish was the expected turn to flood so we had a pint and pondered variously on the inevitable frailty of parents as we head towards our own dotage and the stupendous size of Dutch roach. Off to the first mark and I immediately went arse over tit. Pleasant. The Loafer went through a few lure combinations whilst we wait for the flood to make.As predicted the odd mullet began to appear then…