Neil’s Day

I fished Lower Bockhampton on Saturday and it was mainly rained out. The fish were not interested in anything I threw at them – I would have had more luck if I had jumped in and caught them by hand. You know the feeling when time after time you spot one of two big fish, make the perfect cast over and over, re-tie, make the perfect cast over and over…again, re-tie etc

The good thing was I got to see the stretch of the river I had not walked before – although it was pretty weedy, there were some good spots from the road to the fishermans hut….and some big fish that did not want to get caught. I had just finished when two canoes (like Indian dug-outs) came down the river, so it was lucky someone was getting a good day out.