I had another evening on the river after barbel. I've not fished for them much in recent years, but a bit of simple fishing is suiting my mood just now. (I don't mean barbel fishing is simple, I just mean you can, if you like, just tie a hook on the line and drop a bait in the edge). There's not so many barbel about these days; while they don't grow on trees, they do like to live under them, so I picked a swim with a lot of bankside cover.
A small piece of flavoured meat bounced under the downstream willow with the help of a 1/4oz bomb took a while to get a response, but after an hour this barbel decided to eat it
With no further bites, I decided to feed the swim. I was reluctant to do this, as it seems better, especially when it's hot, bright and sunny with the colour dropping out, to put a single bait in the right place rather than risk spooking them. I droppered in some pellets and chopped meat and went for a walk for 15 minutes, came back and decided after a biteless half hour, that that hadn't helped.
I moved to a swim with a lovely crease on the edge of a big revolving slack about 25m out. A bit of punched meat had barely hit the bottom before a barbel took it, but when I thought it was all over bar the netting, the fish became snagged in some obstruction new to the swim, probably something brought down in the recent floods. I hate it when you have to pull for a break with a snagged fish. I cast 20m down, hoping to bring another fish in on a different flight path. This one gave me one of the most uncontrollable fights I've ever had from a barbel, and I was lucky to get it in - a good 5m of line needed to be discarded thanks to being roughed up by whatever had lodged at the bottom of the nearside shelf.
A couple of chub followed; decent as they were, about 4lb, they were unceremoniously hauled to the surface to beat the snag. Another smaller barbel helpfully avoided the snag. When another barbel got snagged - this time my bomb was out of the water 10m out, so the snag - possibly a tree - reached to 3' below the surface in a 10' deep swim, I lost heart and packed up, even though the swim contained a lot of good fish and there was an hour of daylight left.