Last Thursday I finally managed to find some spare time to go hassle the Canning River residents. The weather allowed me to fish for 30mins then the heavens opened up and it bucketed down. I walked home a drowned rat. At least the short space allowed me to stumble on a current line that had mullet jumping everywhere and the bream were feeding on whatever the current was sweeping past the bend. Trusty camo sandworms and owner jigs did the trick!