Well no dead bodies or rough sleepers in the shed of tales during ones bailiff duties but the river was as dark as the entrance itself. I couldn't believe the dramatic change in colour of the river from 24 hours earlier and I knew things could be tough. From a lovely light green colour to Tia Maria badly needing some Irish Cream on top.
As anglers we get to know what the fishing is going to be like before we even dangle the maggot...
....talking of which a rare maggot trotting morning for me because I had some that were past their best to use up and I fancied seeing if I could locate any dace, well to be honest anything that would bite would be nice.
I had a smelt under a pike rod as a sleeper and I was hoping that might get some interest as the pike seemed to be on it, albeit on another stretch a few days ago.
A good hour in the first swim feeding maggots with the float going down nicely nada, nothing zilch not even a sucked maggot. Like I said when the water is a dark as the heart of Shylock and over 3 foot of visibility you are often wasting your time unless you stumble on some fish or are prepared to fish in to dusk and beyond instead
That meant having to try a few more swims and get on the move. Ok I could have stayed there stuck to the spot like a human statue with a begging bowl, but that's just me now is it, have I told you about my restless leg syndrome ?
The wind was starting to pick up now and the sun was out which I'm hoping will ease the energy bill for this month because it's not far off a small mortgage already. Those Chinese solar panels and wind turbines made by using coal power stations haven't been doing much over the previous few days as it has been foggy and there hasn't been much wind has there, are you listening Red Ed ?
Anyway another two swims fished, no bites on either of the rods and one of those sessions where even before the session I knew I should have done something else. 😀
A load of arse !!!
Oh well, on to the next one
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