I'm in one of those right place at the wrong time phases just now. Saturday, we had torrential rain, thunder and lightning for hours. That should put a bit in the river, I thought, so I'll go back to my new bream-rich stretch. The forecast for Sunday was good, too - a gloomy day, overcast and humid. I spent Sunday afternoon in brilliant sun under a clear sky, and the brief spell of colour and pace was over by the time I got there. I went through the motions of bream fishing, wasted a few quids' worth of worms and casters and caught a bunch of roach, dace and chublets.
A mate suggested we go barbelling this evening. We'd not even set up when a huge electrical storm parked overhead and the heavens opened. The rain was so heavy, when I decided to mix some groundbait and put a feeder on, I only needed to hold the bowl out from under the umbrella to wet it enough. The feeder didn't help anyway. When the rain eased, I fled back to the car park and dropped into the nearest swim and nabbed a blank-saving fish
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A mate suggested we go barbelling this evening. We'd not even set up when a huge electrical storm parked overhead and the heavens opened. The rain was so heavy, when I decided to mix some groundbait and put a feeder on, I only needed to hold the bowl out from under the umbrella to wet it enough. The feeder didn't help anyway. When the rain eased, I fled back to the car park and dropped into the nearest swim and nabbed a blank-saving fish
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