Digital Diary: Chubbing at last

Graham with his first chub of the winter

So, off we went to the Ribble, armed with bread, cheese and a some mashed bread for feed, arriving about 2pm, which gave us plenty of time to feed the swims and be well settled in before dark.

The river looked good, a little over normal winter level and with a tinge of colour. The bad news though, was that there was quite a lot of dead leaves coming down that continually fouled the lines and preventing the bait from staying in one place for long enough.

For a couple of hours I had several minor bites, which I put down to small fish, while Dave had just one decent bite that he didn’t connect with. Bread or cheese, it didn’t matter, I couldn’t buy a really good bite.

It didn’t get any better after dark, except for one ‘proper’ bite to me that hooked itself and turned out to be a nice chub that I didn’t weigh but was a mid-three.

Two hours later and we couldn’t get a bite at all so we called it a day.

Ah well, the best laid plans and all that. Next time we’ll clobber ’em!