Back to the river again last night. A different stretch this time, one that the club used to have access to but which was taken away for a few seasons. I'd looked over the bridge the week before and liked the look of the wide pool downstream from the bridge. I didn't however, like the look of the bulls.
The hottest day of the year so far - a fact not usually conducive to good fishing - and me, just happy to get out of the city. So I made cheese paste with real cheese and real bread and set off for the river. I was planning on fishing an unfamiliar stretch, newly acquired by my club.
Given that last season was pretty much a washout for me thanks to a major knee problem, I approach this morning with some trepidation. Now there's a good word for June the 16th. I needn't have worried.
Hi and welcome to my diary for the fishing season, 2005-2006. Last year I managed six fishing trips and my biggest and best fish was a one pound eel. Things can't get any worse, surely...
Rob Beattie is the author of several popular fishing books. He's also a regular contributor to Waterlog magazine.