Beautiful weather (at last) and the best thing about this time of year is the dusk that seems to last for hours... I fished the 3 or 4 hours of half-light and I didn't care that I couldn't get a bite, it was great just to be on the water.
Last cast, last few seconds of the last cast and I had the bite I've been waiting for... For nearly four months... The three foot twitch, the rod ripper... And I missed it! Crap!
Five more minutes then, and I didn't need them, next cast and the rod barely settled, and I hit this one. It was the fight that keeps me coming back and the bar of gold I craved (I'm not going to get obsessed with them this year, but I'm glad I've finally caught a barbel). Great stuff.
And as it turns out my first barbel of this season is the same fish as my last barbel from last season. It was 6lb 6oz today, slightly less than 6lb 14oz in March - A relatively small weight fluctuation of a (fully grown?) male compared to a female...