Managed to sneak down to the Avon for the last couple of daylight hours and I was glad I did. The wind dropped, the rain abated and the sun popped out for the first time today.
As usual!? a Kingfisher popped along to say 'hello'.
My plan of attack was two pronged, the downstream rod set up to trap a Barbel and upstream was for Roach. Typically the upstream rod registered the first bite but it was not a Roach that was attached but a Barbel. I played it cautiously concious that the closest components to my unseen adversary was a size fourteen hook and measly three pound line. Surprisingly it all held together and I slipped the net under a seven pound Barbel proving that it is possible but I will not be using it on purpose.
Now the worrying part: Otters have been working their way down the Warwickshire Avon and I had heard rumours they had made it down beyond Bidford but I hadn't seen any evidence until now. The beaten Barbel had obviously had a run in with one recently. Thankfully it had survived the encounter but there will be others that won't. I am not going to get all political with regards to Otters, there has been plenty said already but until now I had not been bothered. Now they are in my backyard, well, lets see what transpires....
I managed just one more fish before the light went completely, a Chub just shy of four pounds. Another fish that had been in the wars but it looked more like an old Pike wound.
A spectacular finale.