I fished the River on Monday. The wind was blowing up a storm plus rain, so I decided on the pig. Float fishing is always my first option but sometimes you need to bow to to conditions and I am comfortable on the feeder. A 20g feeder and two reds on a 20 hook saw me take 6 grayling and 13 brown trout. I had gone to float fish, when I always stand to fish, wearing waders and a three quarter length waterproof jacket but without the bottoms, so three hours sat on my old Shakespeare box, in the pouring rain, won me a very wet bum. Now what a difference two days make, I have fished the same peg in the same way again today, Friday. The river was rising and tramming through. I needed two additional half oz straps on the 20g feeder to hold it. Every retrieve brought in a washing line of debris and not a fish in sight. The bonus was that the Sky was clear, the Sun shinning and warm, Buzzards wheeling above, cock pheasants strutting about and crowing and swans on the river. Time to reflect on the past, future and present, the awful state of the World today and how many beans make five. Still you can have too much of a good thing, and after three hours I packed up and retired to the Pub. When I reeled in there was a minnow hanging on the end, so low and behold, a face saver. Pete.
