Had a good pass out today so headed up to the middle beat. More water above the mill but clear and still some weed waiting for a good flush through. I fished hard for me, recasting, twitching back and leapfrogging quite a stretch but not one show of interest. Only consolation of a blank is no smelly wet net, mat and sling..
To be honest, I felt a bit hemmed in by the large herd of cattle, with several stand-offs. They circled several times and I was eyeball to eyeball a couple of times.
I came across Tarka's left overs; the remains of this big perch were as deep as the face of the scales, and the forceps were long pike forceps.
Un filtered sunburst.
Cue Louis Theroux Scientology stylee video stand off with these friendly brothers of the angle.