A slightly better three hours on the river this afternoon. I got bites almost from the off, without feeding a thing. Unfortunately, I had my share of bumps and nothing but nipped maggots/worms. I suspect that there were quite a few small fish in the swim. The better grayling I had all came to the worm. After about an hour and a half the swim was decidedly dead, so I went for broke and fed relatively heavily. That saw me add a few more grayling to the bag before the trout moved in. At this point I'd had ten grayling and two trout, with nothing worth a photo. I fed another good scattering of maggot and had one of those extended last casts. Just as I was seriously thinking about calling it quits, the float buried and all hell broke loose. As is the way with such beasts, it was very obvious, very quickly as to what the culprit was. The initial run was impressive enough, then it started on the acrobatics. It was clear of the water four times in quick succession. It jumped a couple more times until it settled into plodding around, wherever it wanted to, hugging the bottom. There were several occasions when I didn't think I was going to bank it. After what felt like an age, I finally managed to net it and was a little surprised at the size of it, I thought it was going to be bigger. Still, at 2lb 5oz, it gave the new long rod the best work out its had so far.