I had a memorable session at Graysands yesterday. The weather and water conditions were perfect and small baitfish could be seen along the margins so i figured the bass should be quite active and hopefully feeding. I was also confident my natural looking green and silver zonk would bring a response but after a couple of hours passed without any action i was starting to think that it was going to be one of those days were everything looks great but the fish just dont wont to play ball. I was trying a couple of different lures and generally looking around me searching for some form of inspiration when i noticed some small fish jumping down to my left, i looked at the area more closely and could actually make out quite a large shoal of baitfish jumping in the distance. This was a great chance and i could feel my adrenaline starting to pump as i scurried over the rocks in a bid to get within casting range of what was obviously a feeding frenzy. As i got closer to the area i started to see larger splashes and boils amongst the small fish, i decided to stay with the green and silver zonk i had clipped on at the time as in my opinion it is a superb baitfish copy. I reached the spot and cast into the commotion, I was absolutely buzzing, feeding activity like this iv only ever witnessed when fishing over in Jersey, not down my local estuary. The experience was made even better when on my second cast i bent into a fish, after a lively scrap in the deep water i quickly beached a nice chunky little bass of about two and a half three pounds. Quickly unhook photo release, i want to get back out there because i can still hear splashing fish around me. I think i made one more cast then the activity just stopped and i was left there looking around me wondering what the hell had just happened. Its moments and memorys like this that make me go fishing again and again.