Back on the Ribble but for much of the same thing. Sudden heavy rainfall at home made us wonder what had happened in the Ribble Valley and if there had been enough rain to bring the river up too much for decent chub fishing.


Four-pounder for Dave
We were in luck to start with though, the river looked great, just a few inches above normal and carrying enough colour to make it interesting.

We had to wait a while for the first few bites, one in daylight and the next around dusk (so no surprise there). Dave caught a couple of fours and I had one and missed one.

Then we started picking up bits of debris and noticed that the river was rising very slowly. As the level inched its way up the amount of crap fouling the lines increased and our chance of more fish was gone.

We may have persuaded another odd fish to have a go if we’d stayed longer, but by then, two or three hours into dark, we’d had no bites for two hours and we were fed up, disappointed that the promise earlier on had not been fulfilled, and packed up.

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