Excuse me Mrs Tiggy-Winkle can I borrow the landing net?
What is it called when you spend eight hours planning your fishing trip? In the pub? It's called drunk! Myself and Dan staggered down to the river just after dark, we had great plans, unfortunately we couldn't remember them - so we chucked out some luncheon meat and hoped for the best.
I had a bite first cast, or was it second cast? Hang on - I can't remember getting off the bus... Anyway 12oz barbel to kick things off. Followed by an eel. Dan then had a 12oz barbel (he was copying me), then a 1lb barbel, then a 8oz one.
Sobering up we moved to some shallow fast water, six inches deep and full of weed. Dan hit a fish pretty quickly, a great fight and a fantastic 3lb 8oz barbel - a new PB, delighted doesn't begin to describe it!
We were going to head home at this point but there was two bits of meat left so we had one last cast, while distracted my rod made a break for the river and I only just caught it - it felt like a big fish, but broke me off - don't drink and fish! It was time for home. Well done Dan, the run of bad luck has ended.