With my family holiday abroad looming, my piscatorial pursuits have reached fever pitch this week with the ever-present objective of beating my buddy in this fishing competition. To this end I returned to Brandon to do a night after a Carp. I was in work the next day so this was a proper hardcore carper's session, arriving on the bank at six and 'pulling off' (ooh missus) at eight the following morning. Don't worry I showered at work.
Before:
To cut a long story short I blanked.
I saw four Tench roll which is more than I've seen in the last eight trips but none were over my baited spots.
After:
I fished small hookbaits and rigs until dark arrived then stepped up to Carp rigs for the night. Nada on either.
Apart from four single bleeps there was nothing to disturb a pretty good night's sleep. I dreamt of catching massive Bream - a sure sign I'm losing it.
I'm rapidly losing interest in Brandon and have decided to devote what's left of August when I get back from holiday to things entirely more rewarding; look out for my Bonsai tree gardening blog.
Cheers.
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