“I’d walked this stretch most days with the dog, pockets bulging with a handful 15mms in each side. After a week of baiting even the dog knew the score, to wait where the river narrowed and watch me throw the baits as close as I could to the overhanging tree.
I was back at the park at the end of the week, this however I was without the dog but with my rucksack, mat and rods. I rounded the corner to something I would become used to – someone fishing just close enough to the spot to mean I couldn’t. A short chat later and I was sat on a bend further up with two singles tucked under the far marginal bushes. Two Hours passed and I was packed up ready to move, I rounded the bend to see if my spot had come free.
It had. The angler was packing his gear down so I practically jogged down to the spot and hung around to make sure i could finally fish the spot I wanted. Within half an hour I had two washed out yellow pop ups on the spot with another three handfuls of 15mms over the top.
I sat back, my legs practically each side of the rod butts. After about half an hour I couldn’t help but have a walk up and down with my film and digital camera to capture some moments in the golden hour. I sat back down and was just watching some video back and then two quick bleeps on the alarm, a rod butt hitting the underside of my leg and eruption under the tree.
The fight was relatively uneventful after the bite, big thanks to the guy who jumped off his bike and helped with the net without me even having to ask – you made it a lot easier! Also a big thanks to the lady on her way back from work who did the photographs and balanced the camera on my rucksack for the video!”