There's no getting away from it - it's getting cold out there. There was a harsh frost on The Stour and it seems to have put the chub down, at least until they get used to the drop in temperature. Fish-spotting and rolling was replaced with a bait-and-wait approach. But they didn't want to play in the morning.
Me and James opted for a lunch time fry up in a nearby cafe followed by a bit of exploring some other stretches, reasoning the chub might feed in a brief window of time just before dark.
That window lasted between 4.00 and 4.40pm (sunset 4.24), when we both managed a five, mine scrapped in at 5lb 0oz below. Still we fished on for a couple of hours in the dark - 'cause you never know...
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