I decided to try walking/hobbling a few hundred yards today in an attempt to get the blood flowing round my achiles tendon so thought i'd kill two birds with one stone "so to speak" and do a little trotting also

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I arrived at the river at 2.30 and had about 200yds to get to a spot I wanted to try. As soon as I got there, low and behold a effin cormorant took off!
I really wished I had a shotgun with my as I pretended to shoot it.
Anyhow, I proceeded to throw in a good few handfulls of maggots and caster some being about 8wks old and only as big as midge larve they'd shrunken so much lol. I shotted my already made up rod up with one dropper shot, a bb about 6inches from my hoook and four bb's grouped together about 10 inches above it. First cast and my friggin line caught on the reel foot and cracked of....kineeeeeel! I stood for a moment contemplateing on just going home. I took a deep breath and tied my lines back together (luckily i'd caught hold of my line before the float trundled off trailing it behind it).
I pulled my line back off the reel until the knot was in my hand and I tackled up again. As I tackled up I threw in a few handfulls of maggots every now and then. I made sure this cast worked as planned and as my float trundled off downstream I fully expected it being pulled under by a chub. My expectations didn't materialise and after 20 min's of nothing I decided to hobble off another couple of hundered yards upstream to another of my secret spots :crutch:.
After a spell of trotting in this swim and telling myself "you never know what's gonn'a take it at any moment, it might even be a barbel" I hooked and landed one small chub. At least i'd caught summot lol. I only had another couple of trotts through but I'd had enough already and decided to hobble back to the car :crutch:.
As I was passing my first swim I thought sod i'll have 5 more min's trotting while i'm here. The swim was about 4ft deep so I fished about 7ft and dragged bottom as I held my float back to prevent it going in front of my bait.
After my 5 min's were about up my float dipped under about 50yds downstream on a bend. The fish pulled back extrmely hard for a chub and I thought it had got into the bank round the corner so held my arm up high and struggled along the very steep slippy bank carrying my landing net under one arm and trying to wind in as I moved along in order to keep the line taut. Anyhow, as I go closer to the fish it was pulling back and in the centre of the river. I knew then it wasn't a chub, it had to be my favourite fish :rockon:. The fish put up a fantastic fight and eventually the accolyte and sensor

tamed it down enough to net. I gave it several min's in the net head and rested my leg before clambering up a steep bank to take a pic of it on the field above.
That was it, i'd had my buzz and it was a nice crimbo prezzie n'all

and off I hobbled back to the car :crutch: