The day was finally here, after 3 months of talking about it, 3 months of planning we were about 10 minutes late!
Barbel were the target, and within about 5 minutes of our first casts both Dan and myself had a a couple of tell-tail knocks, we were both poised over our respective rods waiting for that inevitable rip-round bite...
About four bite-less hours later a text from a mate fishing just upstream revealed he'd just had his first bite and landed a little barbel - something was wrong, they weren't playing.
It was always going to be a risk, targeting barbel this early on when the spring was really broken up. I think they have spawned, but only just.
A bite out of the blue on Dan's rod and a cracking fight saw us avoid a blank with a 4lb 3oz fish, but it was early bath time - I had planned on spending the day chasing them but we headed off at 7am, thanking the fishing Gods that at least we'd seen a fish.