Few hours on the Small River chasing barbel with James, and six barbel each plus a few chub - before I left him to it. Packed up my kit and walked back up the river. Eyes always on the water...
I spotted a ghost in the shallow water - when I flicked in some bread and she started to munch - it was too much to resist. Kit back out the bag, net reassembled & another last cast. Can't walk past a ghost!
Spooky!
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DeleteAlways great fun isn't it, seem to push each other harder and further fuelled by a lovely cold pint!
ReplyDeleteTwo draws on the bounce, but happy with that. And always happy with a riverside pint!
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