Tuesday 12 March 2019

Fortune Favours The Mad


There was a 100% chance of rain, wind was 20mph with gusts of up to 40mph and it was cold. It would take a seriously mad man to go fishing in this! But I was eight away from a 100 barbel season.


Three and a half hours later I was as wet as an otter's pocket and I couldn't feel my fingers. The water had risen 2 foot and my Fitbit had reported me drowned - but more importantly I'd caught barbel.


Top down; 10lb 3oz (first double of the season), 8lb 3oz (net-breaker recaptured), about 4lb and about 5½lb. So that's 96 barbel this season - one hundred is in sight but it's going to be close!

4 comments:

  1. Lovely fish. Hard win. Barbel in Norfolk are now officially rare as rocking horse poo.

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    1. Cheers, daft conditions to be out but the result I wanted. When I think Norfolk I just think pike!

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  2. I spent yesterday driving through sunshine, rain, hail and snow. No, I didn't go fishing. You Sir deserve a medal... or a straight jacket.

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    1. I think we all know which one of those I deserve! Just waiting on the men in white coats to come and take me away!!

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