A 4am start saw me and James on the River Frome at sunrise. This sparsely populated river throws up the odd big grayling but it's tough fishing. James had previously put the hours and miles in with little to show for his efforts, it was my first trip.
On the riverbank discussing tactics I flicked out my float - no fiddling with depth, no free samples, I hadn't set the net up - the float shot away, boom - the biggest grayling me or James had ever seen!
New PB of 2lb 11oz, it's better to be lucky than good!
Cracked it in 20 seconds, we joked that I might as well go back and sleep in the van - but I fished on for 10 hours in the rain. I added six more grayling to 1lb 2oz and a handful of small trout over the day before hitting and bumping another big grayling that looked two pound plus...
Just as well really, James was struggling with just a small grayling and a trout landed - I think if I'd added a second big fish he'd have pushed me in!
But just as we were running out of daylight James had the bite he was waiting for... A new PB each - mission accomplished, and soaking wet, we headed for a curry and a pint.
My Mum was a bit worried I'd get withdrawal symptoms from shark fishing - so she bought me this emergency pack of sharks just in case. No need to open them this trip though...