The Dutch Predator season opened yesterday and the previously empty banks of the river were awash with anglers.
Whilst many of the Dutch have top quality boats with all the kit, it seemed that most of the bank anglers were foreigners, fishing for the pot, with multiple rods pointed skywards and coolboxes ready for any unfortunate visitor.
The conditions were about as bad as you can get, clear water, bright sunshine and not a breath of wind. After the wild week we've just had I was complaining though.
We had a half hearted go with the lures.
S hooked and unfortunately lost a zander and I managed to wangle out a cracking perch, which smashed the bait inches out and then beached itself on the rocks.
That's it for a while so it's back to Old Blighty for more mullet fishing and I've no idea what else. And a bit of work I suppose.
After the great winter catching big rudd I'm struggling to get excited about summer Fenland fishing at the moment.
Things change, so who knows for what and where we'll be fishing.
Anyway, it's 1 June and last night I swallowed my first insect of of the year, so summer is here.
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