Ian Woods
Senior Member
I headed to river this avvey in search of rough chops, a giant chub known to lurk in the area . When I arrived at the river at just after 12pm it was 9 degrees, so it wasn't what you would call "propper cold", but it certainely felt "propper cold" to me, and especially so when I waded out!
Anyhow, first trott through and the float buried and I had my target species on the line, when I got hold of it to unhook it, it felt like a block of ice!
Several trots later and I was surprised to hook a barbel as I really wasn't expecting them to be lively enough to take a trotted bait after the frosty nights of late.
After the barbel I continued to catch chub with some very decent ones, then another surprise as I hooked another barbel. Same thing was repeated after that, I was catching chub and then yet another barbel ! By 3pm the cold had worked it's way up from my feet to my thighs and I had had enough, time to go home and warm up!
A couple of pic's from the session...
Anyhow, first trott through and the float buried and I had my target species on the line, when I got hold of it to unhook it, it felt like a block of ice!
Several trots later and I was surprised to hook a barbel as I really wasn't expecting them to be lively enough to take a trotted bait after the frosty nights of late.
After the barbel I continued to catch chub with some very decent ones, then another surprise as I hooked another barbel. Same thing was repeated after that, I was catching chub and then yet another barbel ! By 3pm the cold had worked it's way up from my feet to my thighs and I had had enough, time to go home and warm up!
A couple of pic's from the session...