Famine to feast

Walked straight on past Roach Bend on to the next stretch to see what was what. Not a lot, despite diligent searching. Wonder of some white gold with whizzed up corn might be good way to pique some interest when prospecting. A lot to carry round though.

Dropped down to the next indent in the reed fringe (on another otter midden) and on the second trot the chubber buried and  a decent brownie was on. No real acrobatics and it was soon slobbering in the margins  A good 3lb guestimated.

A few hesitant bites followed with no reward so down to the double stile that marks the upper end of  our stretch. Soon to be named 

First trot and float away, a tiny pike that didn't survive the disgorger and is now residing in the freezer behind me. Waste not, want not.

After that it was a constant stream of gonks, enough to make a (small) pie. 

Enough also to earn the swim name Gudgeon Gate. 

Just a dace and  a smaller brown managed to beat the gudgeon to the double reds.

Looking down to Roach Bend.