Well, this was a surprise trip. After messaging Ian about not thinking I would be down the lake on Sunday night as the weather was looking rubbish. As luck would have it he was already there and with one of those begging texted to the wife, she gave me a weekend pass. I am off fishing for the weekend. My wife is so understanding. (I love you).
With my swim already selected, my brain was working overtime thinking about the options I had and what strategies I would be using.
I opted to fish I couple of areas I had fished before, so I flicked the Deeper out to get the exact spot.
These two spots looked good and it was interesting to note the surface temperatures had dropped down somewhat.
I was still sticking with the Pva bag approach and catapulted some Smokey Jack boilies over the top of the bags.
The rain was supposed to have stopped in the early evening but it continued into the early hours of Saturday morning. So we sat on Ian’s nice new Aqua bivvy, chatted and had a few glasses of wine – not too many, as its never a good thing when you’re fishing.
The night passed without a touch, Ian had managed low double figures common before I arrived.
With the first signs of sun all day and probably for the next few days coming, it was very pleasant sitting out on the bank. That was until the silence was broken by my alarm, oh the joy of tufted ducks!
The night past with a single beep and that was that home time came all too soon.
I was still hoping for the last few minutes but no it’s a blank from me.
Until next time
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