Just had to get an hour in to ward off the heebie-jeebies that have been ganging up on me of late. Passing the river on my way to Dangling Indirect my prior plan of some juicy lobs and meat down the bushes turned to thoughts of roach on that long straight and pinch point. Just as well as Dangling Indirect had no lobs, juicy or otherwise. A pint of reds, and about as much again maize meal and I was ready to go with perhaps just over half an hour of trotting light left. 3rd trot and I missed the float disappearing and thus the bite. Not so the second time and I'd found my quarry. A net roach pushing the pound.
It's fantastic when the light drops, the wind stops and a big roach rolls. This time it was attached to my B520 and what a beast it was. I just love that thump thump.
A real handful at 1lb 8oz too.
12 netters, a couple of smaller ones and a plump dace. Happy days.