I did wave a rod around after stocking up the bait freezer and riddling my 3 week old red maggots. No bait dropper employed but a scrag end pollan head down the edge of some furious brown ditch water, listening to the clamouring rooks making their way to their evening resting spot. Something did turn in the fast current but nothing disturbed the scrag end in the hour I poked it about in some slightly slacker spots. And of, course as I consigned it to the clacking claws of the waiting crays and folded down the rod the river visibly slowed, someone must have adjusted a sluice. Might be worth waving a rod about tomorrow. Or not.
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