The river looked so different from the calm frosty conditions of last week. A very strong wind blew waves upstream and the clear water looked grey under the clouds. It was also milder. If I were gravel pit fishing, I’d have put money on catching a big fish.
But rivers are different and after two hours I had managed just two bites and one small fish banked (not the one in the photo from a few years ago- that ain't small for me). Then nothing despite trying several swims, moving baits, static baits and lures. I then had a mile long sprint back to the car, fully laden, as a may-day call came in to get home asap.
So, a really big pike continues to evade me but there is still eight weeks left of river fishing and with hard work I might get lucky.
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