Yesterday was bitterly cold. I looked at Spoons but the river was low, clear and no fish to be seen. Up to Chicken Town. 15 minutes in Bog Shed Door Blue Swing but the cold got the better of my extremities. There were some brownies under Chicken Town Bridge (decent ones too), that chased the loose fed reds but even if the thought of getting my hands wet was unthought-of actively targeting out of season troot was beyond even my pale. A pint and a Blue Light discounted loaded pulled pork fries made the trip bearable.
The 'Man' owed me two and a half hours and as my last job today was a stones throw from a free stretch on another river (and the dash temp said 8C) the rod stashed in the boot came out no sooner than the out of office went on.
A most excellently penned tale Wak. Getting those smash and grab sessions in nicely.
ReplyDeleteGotta be done. it's a a sad state of affairs when 8c is to be celebrated. Both them chub had cormorant damage. Absolute fecken evil bastard things.
DeleteDefinitely take what is owed!
ReplyDeleteSpy in the phone is always watching
DeleteMakes a nice change from the roach.
ReplyDeleteA bit bigger too.
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