The Plan: Head down to the Avon, taking advantage of the unseasonal warm weather and go stalking grayling in the clear water. With sink and draw gear so we could target any pike that crashed the party.
The Reality: The temperature dropped to minus three, the river flooded and went from gin-clear to oxtail soup overnight - the locals thought it was a waste of time - crap!
Me and James gave it a good go, but it was like fishing in a washing machine, James landed a few small brown trout and I came up empty handed - and at 2pm we decided the grayling had won.
We spent the final two hours targeting pike, which started very well as I had a hit on a sink and draw smelt first cast - a pike, but not the one I was after, perhaps 1½lb. But at least they were feeding.
No - the only pike we saw all day. Can't win them all, but considering the conditions I think we both did well to avoid a blank.