Like a mad dog, I went out in the midday sun lol.
I walked through woods infested with blood sucking horse flies, scaled hills as steep as Mt Everest, then went down the other side, jumped across cavernous ditches and climbed over umpteen fences etc to get to my spot which was over a mile from where i'd parked the chug-abug.
Normally this spot produces when the river is on its bones and has in the past given me some large numbers of barbel, chub, dace, and other species such as trout. Anyhow, today it was a shadow of its former self and I struggled to get any fish.
First to oblige was a large dace, followed by a little barbel....
After the little chub I had a few dace and then nothing for about 15 min's.
I decided to switch to a static bait and removed the float and added a link leger to do some touch legering. After a couple of minutes the tip tapped and I struck into an eel, a decent siized one of about 3lb. I'd hooked it just inside its mouth and removed the hook ok. Next few chucks produced a few dace and then a barbel....
Same fish but I put this pic on to show how different they look colourwise in different light/angle.
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After the barbel I had quite a few dace and then I got fed up catchin'' em and re tackled my float. I decided to walk a couple of hundred yards further down stream to another run off. After throwing in a good few large handfuls of corn and maggots I started trotting and after about five or six trots I hooked into a chub....
Next trot and another chub...
I had another four chub like those two, all quite large fish.
That was enough, my face was burning in the sun and I felt shagged out, so time to repeat the treck to get there, to get back ffs!
I had some emergency water in the car for when I got back, it was like drinking water out of the combie bolier and tasted of the placcy bottle it was in
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My face is like a tomatoe just now n'all....the saying mad dogs and english men go out in the midday sun is about reet!