That's the report really, it's all in the title 
I woke really early and thought "What the heck, I'll go fishing" so a scurry round gathering fishing gear trying to be quiet, with a big lumbering dog getting more and more excited and doing anything other than be quiet, we exploded out into the car with a noise like a departing tank battalion.
So where to go? The tide was about halfway between Low and High so anywhere would be OK. Kimmeridge after an early Mullet, Osmington for a fat Bass, Chesil for a play with the fluff chuckers? Osmington was nearest so I went there ...
The clamber down to the beach seems insignificant until you're at the bottom remembering you've got to drag your fat carcase and tricky knee back up to the top, but that was for later - fishing first! Actually it was second - make a coffee and admire the approaching dawn first.
Wandering along Black Head Ledges having an occasional cast showed nothing happening and I thought I was going to have to trudge all way up past the PGL camp towards Redcliff when I felt a tug - which I missed, naturally! It was on a chartreuse/yellow clouser (a good fly for low light) so I immediately thought BASS!!!
Dumping the rucksac I had a tentative wade out and started casting a pattern around me - with only one more pull at the fly... Hmm! Still "nil desperandum" as all those Romans used to say (just before they all got horribly maimed or slaughtered) so I carried on casting around. Apart from being impressed by these new Rio Shooting Head lines that I'd spooled on there was nothing - absolutely nothing worth mentioning (other than the patch I'd put on my waders was working perfectly 
I decided on another coffee and whilst the kettle was boiling had a wander along the beach up to PGL - another tug dammit... Something was out there! Then "Thump" a take, nothing big but a bit of a scrap on a #4 weight rod so I walked it back up the beach through the surf to reveal - a Mackerel! 
With kettle whistling merrily I headed back for a coffee thinking "Where there's one there got to be more, and where there's more there's Bass chasing them"... I was wrong! A futile hour's casting resulted in nothing, zero, nada, nowt!
By now Levi the Dog (I have to call him that to keep reminding him that he is, in fact, a Dog and not a human with equal privileges and rank) was bored and I was hungry - MacDonald's beckoned. Yes I had that bloody slippery climb back up to the carpark to contend with but we were soon whizzing through Preston and up the hugely expensive, white elephant, weymouth bypass to Breakfast Muffin Heaven and coffee.
The Mackerel? - Oh yes.. Well that came to a sad end. Whilst I was making a coffee I put it on my bag - and Levi ate it 
