Last day of the year and what better way to spend it than sat on a muddy river back. With the river back down to a level that I 'm comfortable with, a day at Beningbrough seemed like a good idea. It started off pleasant enough until I moved to the second swim of the day and decided a cuppa was in order. I'd left the tea bags at home - hot water just doesn't really cut it. Not long after the sun disappeared behind the clouds and a chill wind got up.
Pike were the target for the day. One bait was fished over the shelf to the middle of the river. The other trotted along the top of the shelf or under a bankside tree. Baits used were sardine, sprat, lamprey or smelt. Four different swims were fished and at no point did a predator show the slightest interest. The other four anglers I encountered appeared to gave no more luck than me.
Not the best way to end the year, but it does mean neat year can't be any worse. Happy New year and tight lines to everybody.
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