I had clung onto the slim hope of perhaps getting out somewhere today, but everywhere's bollocksed and to cap it off it's snowing here again. Arse!
Oh well, trout and sea fishing to look forward to.
Suspect the impending weather bomb has scuppered quite a few end of season plans. Snow, then rain and potential for a rapid thaw doesn't bode well for the rivers, but my leave is already booked so we'll wait and see if there's a miracle.
Wound in the nearside rod to find I dropped it straight into a snag, but after a bit of steady pressure via the 30lb braid the hooks bent out. Unlike my previous trip to the Trent a week ago when not only did I spectacularly blank, but similarly dropped my rig straight into a snag whilst checking the depth in the first swim. On that occasion the line parted with minimal pressure and I watched my float slowly disappear downstream, way out of reach of the landing net. Upon returning home I therefore not only stripped off 25 metres of line off both reels, but also put an extra braid stop below each float. Now I have a spare already on the line should the top one split and come off, but more importantly it means I won't be throwing pound coins in the river next time I suffer a break!
I first got into grayling fishing when I was lucky enough to be invited to fish on a private section of the River Dove in Derbyshire. Those few sessions provided all of my 2lb+ fish, including my current PB of 2lb 9oz.