The Final Count Down

 Despite there been very few days left of the river season and the rivers at a reasonable height I didn't fancy battling the very muddy riverbanks. I therefore took myself down to the local estate lake. I was not best pleased to find little poked into the brambles by my chosen peg. Especially as I'd recently done a littler pick around the lake. 

The first baits out of the bag were a herring and a roach. Out they went under the usual float rigs. Twenty minutes later the roach was grabbed and the float moved away. Like the previous occasions I'd been here the fish came adrift half way back. I wasn't too bothered as on the previous occasions it was the third run that produced a fish, so two more to go. 

The replacement bait was a smelt. I also chopped the head of the herring to get more scent into the water. Baits were moved, drifted, popped up, etc, but nowt else took a fancy to them. This didn't do my average for the season any good. Still I had could fit in two more trips before the end of the season.