Where is the water? A few days on The Wye, hoping to land Paulos on a barbel - and it was going to be tricky in these conditions...
The chub wanted to play, watching them home in on the 'plop' of freelined luncheon meat was an exciting way of catching them...
Free sweets - well, wild cherries anyway. Hawks, hedgehogs, foxes - it's great to be away from the city in the summer...
A few perch and chub on Mepps and Rooster Tails, a couple of lost tiny jacks and only one propper pike showed any interest...
The American fish hold! As the light was fading the chub and eels became ravenous. And I'm sure the barbel were there...
In fact spending more time on the water than the American I landed four barbel - Paulos had a lot of other commitments...
But I couldn't let him leave without one - and this one really put up a fight - mission accomplished! Coming back for a pike?