Last season I fished a sesh on a lake that I hadn't fished since I was a kid. I was taught to fish on the water by my grandad who lived on the bank. In all my young fishing days on that water all I ever caught were redfins and stripeys and the occasional "daddy ruffe" (not that I minded that at the time). My grandad used to catch bream, to me they were grownups fish. Anyway without writing a novel on it, I went back one night about a week into last season with two mates and a binliner half full of groundbait, we pretended we were in Ireland for half an hour and when two of us returned six hours later at five in the morning it really was like being in Ireland. I ended up with a keepnet full of 2-3lb bream, they weren't biggies I know, but there were thirty five of 'em and just about a ton in weight. The last time I had fished the place was as a child with my grandad, this sesh was a week after he died and we fished in his honour, I never saw anyone ton up on Hollingworth Lake before, not even my grandad. That was a red letter day for me because I'd waited for about seventeen years before I caught the mythical grown-ups fish that always evaded me as a kid.
Sorry for pappin' on but Graham asked!