There never were that many barbel in the Stour, roachy - at least compared with its neighbour the Avon. When I caught one as a 12-year-old in the 1960s, on float-fished flake some distance above Throop Mill, and I telephoned my parents from the Holdenhurst (?) village telephone box several hundred yards away from where I had had my fish (which was now languishing in a fairly large, family keepnet), my folks in turn phoning Ernie Leah the Throop bailiff, who said "We don't see that many above the Mill" and who duly came along to see it.
4.5 pounds. Still have the photos.