After Saturday's blizzard I had to get on the water somehow. First time I have needed thermals for ages. Even packed a flask. The river had been pushing through so opted on the lower beat with more slacks to fish to.
Hard going, needed 2oz plus in the slower bits to keep the bait still and it wasn't till about swim 5 that I had my first take, but as the sardine was also attached to a large twig didn't hang on long. Had then got to my next banker bush, first down then up into it before the really close in float began to bob, bob, bob. Love the fight of river fish and this was a very plump one of 12.08.
Couple of mat shots then into the net to rest whilst I found a few inches of bank to set up for a grin and hold shot, only to find that pikey had made a fruitful surge for freedom and snapped the arm on my net in the process. Never mind, I'll have the mat piccies any way. Computer said no and refused to recognise the two frames so this is all your are getting.. don't know if it was spawny or well fed.
Now the river has been in the field and the world and it's dog have been trudging up and down it is a bit muddy.
Had a prolonged discussion with a person who thought it OK to neatly scoop up the afore mentioned world's dog's steaming shit into a bag, tie with a flourish and then hang on a fence post, tried in vain to capture a kingfisher on a post shot, had my regular run in with Caleb and son who seem to think that permits and rod licences are for schmucks and oh yes, had another game scrapper of about 6lb before heading back through the mud.
A splendid day out.
There was a time you'd have confronted the turd bandit and the license didgers !
ReplyDeleteTurd bandit left very chastened
ReplyDeleteholding said turd bag. Caleb grudgingly complies when I am there. Still got it
Turd bandit left very chastened
ReplyDeleteholding said turd bag. Caleb grudgingly complies when I am there. Still got it
Good work Wak.
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