I really needed some head space so dashed into a tackle shop to top up the Source Minis and off to a commute stop off. Down the bouncy chalk and flint track (you can't have one with out the other) and in with a method feeder. An almost instant result.
It really can be a deadly method this method. A ball of attraction, a short hooklink tucking a smelly and or visual treat on top and bingo.
Unfortunately I kept casting a troubled eye over a metaphorical shoulder so I wasn't really concentrating on the job in hand. Even so a bakers dozen times the reel churned and a game battle was given. I dropped the biggest feeling fish on the way in and one was a pale and insipid bream but otherwise carp of all shapes and hues. This was by far the prettiest. Dontcha just love those apple slices?
A further two hour foray this evening produced the hoped for calm, shirt sleeve, autumn bonfires and everything. The Very Little Water Left is on its bones, grass growing in what was the margins an din desperate need of rain, rain, rain and rain again. Not sure how many more times these are coming out again this year and I do worry that there may be no VLW at all if things continue.
Four times a decent indication, the first and the hooklink gave way, two times a scale came back in the hook and the fourth time, just on last knockings the hook stuck, fair and square. Not once did the 13ft Drennan Tench and Specimen Float rod feel under gunned as a portly mudpig gave it's all, only just fitting in the bream stinky pan net. It banged the small fish Weighmasters round twice and I had to fall back on the bigger set and 13.06 was verified.
Fins up and everything.
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