Lack of significant rains have prompted the sea-run trout to appear a touch earlier than normal in the North of Tasmania, with small amounts of bait not far behind. Yesterday I took a break by the river and managed to lock my keys in the car – this allowed me to painfully watch several sea-run brown trout patrol a shallow shore on the look out for bait. Every now and then a fish would herd a handful of bait up against the shore and mop up the stragglers. It was tough to watch while on the phone to locksmiths and with a rod in the car in case of such emergencies. I did manage to cast to a couple once free but the pent up anticipation caused haste and the haste was not welcomed with open jaws. Soon, they shall be mine.