Shining Times

Short session on a golden autumn afternoon in pursuit of roach.
I sat in the sun watching a motionless float for ninety minutes until the sun set.
From then on it was a bite a chuck.

As it got darker the size of the fish increased ( no, not literally ), until , right on dark I hooked a real clonker. The very last of the light caught the silver sheen on the fishes flank, what a sight. It probably went a pound and a half. A magnificent creature, in pristine condition, having somehow avoided pike, cormorants and other hazards over the years. Praise the lord, I'm a born again coarse angler !