Fished for the Tincas etc but none showed. Had two lines down the track primed and one far over but the wind made it difficult.
Guest to my right plumbed up with a deftness and speed of pole shipping I have rarely seen.
Keen as mustard and he was off !
Big gap to my left, allowing for the bivvied up lad on the far bank.
Three parts through the match glanced to my right. Guest Andy cut a forlorn figure. Hood up, head bowed low, back rounded. He was either a part-time monk in deep prayer, or a broken man. I knew it was the latter. Those Tench can be hurtful.
But not for long ! He’d packed up, life restored, walking the bank and chatting about all the latest tackle developments.
I’d had enough too. Two lines of tinca feed down the track and one over became three down the track and one over, in a desperate attempt to make something happen.
Had to come inside for bits. Roach and rudd, 25 ish of them, for a pound and a half.
It lifted my spirits, put a smile on my face and made everything right with the world. Nothing like a bit of catching.
I struggled with the wind. Had a nightmare trying to see my float, green surface became white surface with each gust, and back again. Neither orange nor black tip could cope with it and I couldn’t keep the dam rig still.
But I enjoyed it. I remember thinking, so what no tincas ?
It’s another outing, and that’s what it's all about
Nice sunshine and actually, ‘a picture’ of a canal this time of year.
match
.......particularly as Veste has just called me and he's having fish (incl tench) off the first peg by the stumps
