We set up in fine drizzle which quickly dried up and the sun came out as we made our first casts. After lunch I started to nod so tucked the line under my index finger slumped into my chair and started to drift off. I was brought back to full consciousness by a sharp tug on the line, lifted the rod and all went solid followed by a thump thump as something kicked from the depths.
After a short tussle my Chapman 550 and DAM 285 gained control and a fine fish came to the net.
The only fish of the day but a lovely bonus during a day spent with my two boys.
