Mud bath

With the Wife on a spa weekend and me having to look after the little terrors the only opportunity to go fishing was Friday morning.

The river was low and clear when I got to the 'brook' I even spotted a Barbel venturing out from under the overhanging tree peg so I thought I was in for a good day.

I managed a chub first cast but that's where the fun ended :) as soon after I had an eel that had somehow swallowed a big piece of luncheon meat and a size 12 hook.

The heavens opened and didn't stop for the three hours I was there. The peg quickly turned in to a mud bath and after failing to connect to some chub bites I had a proper 4ft twitch. I ventured out from under the umbrella to snatch at the rod which was violently wrapped over, slipped, went arse over tit and with rod still in hand was staring at the sky :)

The problem was, the ensuing calamity gave enough time for the Barbel to find a snag in the countless cover, it was game over as it parted from the hook.

Mud was everywhere, I was soaked and decided to call it a day. Arrrrhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!