When I transfered the beer from the fridge to my bag I was certain it wouldn't be coming home with me. In fact after the last trip I was sure I could land two more barbel, drink the beer and be off the river in an hour - home long before the forecast rain would arrive.
I couldn't have been more wrong - hours later and in the rain I finally had a bite and the little blank-saver barbel above. Soaking wet I had to carry the beer home! The barbel hadn't read the script - or perhaps they have and it'll be an epic challenge finale next time..?