Exchanged pleasantries with the chap fishing where I really wanted to be so settled in two swims down, intending to fish to a weeded area that usually produces a run or two. At the back of the swim I was surprised to find something pink and nobbly. ..
Oh dear,oh dear, oh dear. Lord Light of Thorrington thought it would go down well with the Beach Gentlemen of St. Osyth, My erstwhile companion merely raised an eyebrow as he got back to his book.
Out with some very shabby smelt. Book reader was making ready to leave for home so I decided to recast before jumping into his swim. Picked up the rod, (that Conoflex again) drawing back a shade before beginning to wind. The expected weed kicked back. A dour fight in the shallow water and a long fish was in the net. Book reader was a little unsure of pike and I glibly assured him that a mat, some decent forceps and being confident was all that was required . All going well till the pics when a quick turn and two fingers lost a fair amount of flesh....
Pike fine but Book Reader probably won't be swapping a chod rig for a wire trace for a while.
And yes, another single chance taken day. Sparham tomorrow I think. Tench and bream starting to draw my attention.