Changes a foot at Bureboy Villas as the Commander in Chief has gone back to work so things have to be fitted in round school runs, first opportunity to get out despite being off myself was today for the afternoon and though the river seemed perfect for trotting no bites occurred. Quick late lunch of tomato and chorizo soup back at the the charabanc before the short walk to the lock.
An altogether different story in the lock on the succulent white grubs from Dangling Indirect. I always go for reds but figured these might show up better, and it seemed they did. I'd picked up the trotting rod in error from the boot which turned out to be a blessing in disguise. The 15 foot rod and pin combo were perfect to drop the bait in along the far wall and keep close contact to the float from the off. Like fishing the whip but with extras.
A bite every put in, nothing earth shaking but mostly bright as new pins roach and dace with some splendidly marked little perch and a chublet. Happy days.
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ReplyDeleteNowt like a bit of trotting to brighten up the day, especially when the fish are obliging as well.
ReplyDeleteMore of a static trot..
DeleteIt was the reds wot dun it.
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