After the success in the morning me and S went for a bike ride in to town for provisions, along cycle lanes through the countryside, where no car shall pass. Loads of people cycling and using the trails. Not a token effort like in Blighty. Honestly, we should do better.
Passed over several canals with blokes catching bream and tench. It looked the dooh daahs.
Last day here, I was going to relax this evening and anyway rain was forecast.
Never go back straight after a great session, it's bound to be a disappointment
Then I got twitchy.
Bollocks, I'll have another go "just to use up the bait" . Total crap of course, I'm just a hungry bastard.
Six feeder fulls of bait and I cast out three grains of corn. Feeder hits bottom, I put the baitrunner on and it's off immediately !
It felt big
Almost like hooking the bottom but it was moving ! I needed all the strength of the 15lb Big Game but the pressure told and it eventually hit the net.
A fat pig of a fish, 10lb 15oz of Ijssel barbel. Well chuffed again.
I had another of about 6lb half hour later, plus some clonking roach but it was a bit " After the Lord Major's show" and for once I packed up early and when I got back we sat outside in the gathering darkness drinking wine.
A fine day indeed.
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