Chuck into the mix I have had the shits.One minute Thursday evening I was fine,then out of know where came a torrent upon torrent of the runs.Every time I went to cross the bathroom threshold and come back downstairs the loo morphed into the Exorcist "You can't leave I want to play".Christ I ended up with cramp in my legs I spent so long on the throne.
The lure gear won.I got the first train down to the river today and it was,as to be expected still up,pushing hard and cloured.For the first hour I fished like a wanker,no really.I was casting a Mepps about with no real thought.I had a sit down and a little think"Look Monts,you know this river,the fish have to be feeding some where,it has been like this for weeks,if they don't eat they die"I went for a walk.
Looking for more slack areas I managed three Perch.None big,but a nice way to catch them.It's funny the bites were very delicate,more a tightening on the line,not a thump or a thud if that makes sense.Plus it's hopefully a way to avoid the Crayfish.
I packed up at 11.30,I would have stayed longer,on arrival the river was empty of other human life.But it being a lovely mild day,hordes of anglers adorned the banks necks craned to the sky looking at rod tops.I'll not moan to much,as most of us have been pissed off with all the water about,so other anglers want to get out.But yep I'm happy enough,no more rain please!
Enjoy the rest of the weekend.