The Mighty Turdster picked me up at dawn, with Bo, the retired wildfowling dog.
A ten minute drive to the spot with the car thermometer reading -5 deg C, yes it was a bit nippy
We walked across the frosty frozen fields, starting in a banker swim, expections high as usual.
A cast in the "deep hole" resulted in a proper run and a mint condition pike of eight or nine pounds made a short visit to the bank. Cracking fish.
|A ruddy faced old fart with a lovely pike|
Three swimmers ( yes, in sub zero temps ) came by and we headed home for a monstrous breakfast, a fitting end to a lovely morning.