Back Again

You should never return too quickly to the scene of a great victory. But of course, we do.

The last session on the big Fenland river had been playing on my mind. I wanted a few more of those rudd. Pure greed.

Bully wanted more too. He made a token effort of saying he was going to try a different area to " find the roach". He soon changed his mind when I said I was going in the same swim for the rudd.

I arrived early and after a slowish start the bites started, quality fish between a pound and just over 2lb.

My swim died after a few hours and Bully started to catch a bit further downstream, an even better stamp with his two best 2lb 7oz and 2lb 10oz.  Incredible fishing.

As the rudd had disappeared for me, I decided to see if I could wangle out a perch or two.

On went a bunch of worms. I was soon getting bites, skimmers and smallish perch and then hit into something bigger. 

I thought bream but hoped perch. An absolute stonker of a perch of 2lb 15oz, well chuffed with that. Next cast and another nice one of 1lb 11oz.

I text Dicky Boy, who was laid up ill in bed, with photos and updates. He was doing his nut, cursing on missing out on a great day. Job done. What bastards we are to our mates sometimes. 

We sat there catching all day and ended up with thirty five big rudd between us, those two clonking perch, plus roach, skimmers and smaller perch.

Another brilliant day.

And yes, we're going to go back for another go next week.