Sometimes it could be that the day won't get any better....
Me and a mate had a day sharing a swim on the wye this june just gone... it was so hot, you were sweating in the shade doing nothing!
We were on the banks at 5am, and were in a swim that I knew relatively well. An hour or so in, my rod whacked over and I had the first fish - but then despite a lot of little knocks, not much else happened. I wondered down stream to have a trot, a couple of chub came my way before I headed back to join my mate who'd by then had a barbel. After that, fish came slowly but regularly... all of them the usual wye shoal size, between 5 and 8 pounds. We had a couple of breaks in the day, one at the pub up the road for lunch and another at about 5pm when it became so hot, we had to head to the local shop for some water and then pulled the rods in for a 30min snooze. (My mate reminded me that the 5am start - my idea - had not really produced, and he could have easily stayed in bed until after 9 and had the same results!)
As the heat started to subside at just before 8pm, my mate's rod heaved over with another bite and he started playing a fish which he mentioned several times felt different... slower, stronger... and after a very spirited fight, he slipped the net under a 10 pound fish, his first ever double figure barbel. Quickly weighed and returned, neither of us really wanted to fish on after that. My mate was obviously delighted to have his first double, I was just as pleased for him (as it had taken him a few sessions to get his head around fishing the wye and this was the culmination of it coming together).
On this occasion, "one last cast".... just for once, we didn't need it. (A fridge full of fine ale and cider back where we were staying was probably in the mix too!
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