The mini freeze was over, with temperatures climbing to a balmy 10 degrees C and amazingly the river levels were perfect, or at least they were on the upper river.
Two weeks without going fishing, I was mad keen for it, so arranged to meet The Chubmeister General at a little venue precisely thirty eight miles away and taking a ridiculous one hour twenty minutes to reach, due to the tiny roads.
No sign of TCG, so I started without him, in a pacey swim at a junction of two streams. I was immediately in to fish, dace, chublets and roach.
By the time TCG had turned up I was in a different swim, catching chunky dace and roach and was in to my third big ( for a ten foot wide stream ) chub which had the magnificent "Dace Ace" rod bent double.
Having previously said he wasn't feeling it, he immediately siezed the rod and refused to return it, his enthusiasm back to normal levels, until we decided to have a look at an even smaller stream ten minutes away.
What an incredible place it was, in woodland full of birdsong, fast shallow riffles, deeper bends, steady glides. A perfect stream.
Every likely looking swim produced plenty of fish, on one particular bend we took it turns to trot down and had a bite a chuck for over an hour, it must have been thick with them.
I actually stopped fishing before dusk, sat down and watched the TCG trotting his centre pin for the last half hour. I was fished out.
Winter fishing doesn't get much better.
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