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mark williams 4
Guest
My dad's day treat was to take my family picnicking on Grafham while I fished. What a hard day's graft!
I couldn't buy a bite all afternoon - glass calm and not a fish moving.
My final half-hour was spent next to the dam near the visitor centre. There were bream - really big ones - priming everywhere, and one 'take' I got resulted in me hooking one up the bum for a few seconds before it got off.
Next take I thought I'd broken my duck. Well, I had, with a two-pound zander hooked fairly in the mouth with an epoxy buzzer! Next cast I hooked another fish, but it got off. Fairly sure it was a trout.
The zander's filleted. The bailiff came to lock the car park and congratulated me - only bank angler he'd met today who'd caught anything at all....
I couldn't buy a bite all afternoon - glass calm and not a fish moving.
My final half-hour was spent next to the dam near the visitor centre. There were bream - really big ones - priming everywhere, and one 'take' I got resulted in me hooking one up the bum for a few seconds before it got off.
Next take I thought I'd broken my duck. Well, I had, with a two-pound zander hooked fairly in the mouth with an epoxy buzzer! Next cast I hooked another fish, but it got off. Fairly sure it was a trout.
The zander's filleted. The bailiff came to lock the car park and congratulated me - only bank angler he'd met today who'd caught anything at all....