I probably didn't fancy it in all reality so I noddied about for ages before making up the flask. That soup again.
I drove about a bit after getting worms as the pub was shut and plumped in the end for the straight below the rail bridge as the mill pool I'd intended to roll worms around was a bit fierce. I left the quiver tip rod in the charabanc and took out the pike rods. Bait, halved pollan. Strange looking things. The small scales fall off really easily I think the myth is that they are buoyant. Until you cut them in half anyway.
Two bleeps on the pollan head which didn't develop, on retrieval the hooks were attached to a branch, The larger tail portion also raised two sharp knocks on the rod tip to no avail.
I think a lot of the pike still have a hangover from new year.
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