Strict instructions to "sort out that front garden". Cue waging war on the self sown Valerian taking over the the gravel drive in front of Bureboy Villas. Being old, sedentary and fat a job best tackled laying down. Much to the chagrin of the Sunday drivers pootling up and down Naaarich Road.
Rain ended play but not before I'd got the hedge cutter out and attempted some ironic topiary.
Rain continued as Brian finally decided to do some damage though he hadn't really prepped his response to Ophelia's red sun.
Typical wife is away blokes lunch. A sausage sandwich. I am doing a large jar of gherkins a week at present. Can't get enough of them.
Suitably reinforced I stocked up on some more casters and hemp and headed to the river to wait for the rain to slow a little. Had a look further down towards the big riffle. Bank still very overgrown, only a couple of access points but those were otter slides. Bit of a dilemma as I'd like to open up a few but that then gives the game away.
Made my first downstream cut a bit wider so I could have the top end of the glide to start the trot but despite half an hour of feeding nothing taking. Perhaps the downstreamer was rushing the bait through too fast. Apart from one trout slashing nothing really showing either. Moved up to the top of the back eddy, and now the downstreamer was actually slowing the float is it swang back towards to the bridge. More fish showing in the surface and bites from the off and of a better stamp in general than yesterday. I did lose a clonker which was a real gutter. Hook pull as it rolled on top and well over a pound.
Lost a brown of about 2 lb to another hook pull, then an even bigger one that took me round the pool twice and really bent the Drennan Waggler through to the joint. I'd say getting on for Jasper Farquahart size. The third stayed stuck and in splendid shape and colouration. It spewed up a good handful of the loose fed casters, just like a chub. 2.03.
One more one more last cast.... curfew in place today and arrived back at the guard house just in time. And no, that's not the toe of a Derri Boot.
Pike are starting to call, especially as the circus will be on them this year but think I'll stick with the roach and dace until we have some sharp frosts anyway.
Rain ended play but not before I'd got the hedge cutter out and attempted some ironic topiary.
Rain continued as Brian finally decided to do some damage though he hadn't really prepped his response to Ophelia's red sun.
Typical wife is away blokes lunch. A sausage sandwich. I am doing a large jar of gherkins a week at present. Can't get enough of them.
Suitably reinforced I stocked up on some more casters and hemp and headed to the river to wait for the rain to slow a little. Had a look further down towards the big riffle. Bank still very overgrown, only a couple of access points but those were otter slides. Bit of a dilemma as I'd like to open up a few but that then gives the game away.
Made my first downstream cut a bit wider so I could have the top end of the glide to start the trot but despite half an hour of feeding nothing taking. Perhaps the downstreamer was rushing the bait through too fast. Apart from one trout slashing nothing really showing either. Moved up to the top of the back eddy, and now the downstreamer was actually slowing the float is it swang back towards to the bridge. More fish showing in the surface and bites from the off and of a better stamp in general than yesterday. I did lose a clonker which was a real gutter. Hook pull as it rolled on top and well over a pound.
Lost a brown of about 2 lb to another hook pull, then an even bigger one that took me round the pool twice and really bent the Drennan Waggler through to the joint. I'd say getting on for Jasper Farquahart size. The third stayed stuck and in splendid shape and colouration. It spewed up a good handful of the loose fed casters, just like a chub. 2.03.
One more one more last cast.... curfew in place today and arrived back at the guard house just in time. And no, that's not the toe of a Derri Boot.
Pike are starting to call, especially as the circus will be on them this year but think I'll stick with the roach and dace until we have some sharp frosts anyway.
A good solid lunch. Meat, veg, carbs, in other words all the major food groups. Well done, I could eat one now.
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