The three of us trekked down a tiny country road. On our left, the open ocean beckoned in the late day sun; while to our right - beyond a stonewall- cattle grazed quietly in a field. It was a peaceful scene. Continuing along, we eventually came to an old wooden gate, whose edges were laced with barbed wire. In single file each of us slowly slipped around it, holding our fly rod high, while being careful not to snag our waders. Then we headed to the water.

Join American writer Ed Mitchell fishing with bass guru Jim Hendrick in Wexford, Ireland as he learns all about fishing for European bass and compares them to the stripers back home.