Met up with the Loafer way up the A11 in the land twixt Suffolk, Cambridgeshire and Essex. When the gloom lifted slightly the land had an almost Dales like feel, with villages tucked in steep valleys with spate channels running through them. I came most unprepared with a cobbled together 13 footer and as a consequence only caught in fits and starts. Mostly trees and brambles. The fish were in perfect nick, with a rudd/roach brace and the loveliest dace, one or two bearing the sandpaper rough skin and swelling bellies that denotes spawning not far away.
The 'wider' main river
The tributary.
The Loafer, wielding 'local knowledge' and a 10 foot Lobkin imagined cut down and waders smashed it as per. Chub, roach but mostly dace, the second venue in particular a fish a trot in the bottle green pools and bends, a good 8 feet below the bank in places. Fantastic fishing. If you can hack standing to fish, which I struggle with. Worth the drive when other rivers are in the fields. You can never beat a days fishing with a lifelong fishing mate and always good to knock a self-appointed angling guru off their pedestal. Adam Penning: 30 minutes of flat earth shit. Cracking day as always Loafer.
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