I've got a few swims where I've been trickling a bit of bait in. It was mild yesterday, so I went for a couple of hours at dusk, on the opposite bank to where I normally fish.
Nice secluded swim, hopefully out of view of walkers, dogs and busybodies.
First chuck in on a mini feeder and the tip showed signs of fish. Liners, but a good sign.
Next cast, the bait was taken practically on the drop, a scale perfect bream of three or four pounds.
I was expecting and hoping for a variety of species, l but ended up with three decent bream before packing up and heading home for a big roast dinner.
Talking of food, earlier I'd demolished a huge, home cooked breakfast which unfortunately resulted in undesirable stomach related effects. Worth it though.
I spent the evening having a meltdown, as I watched Liverpool self destruct yet again. Good game though.
Bit of work this week, which means short sessions at last light. That'll do.
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