Although the summer has been quite a washout, with rain seeming to fall most days, I was lucky enough to be working near the River Kennet in Berkshire. With one of the land's best barbel rivers less than a stone's throw away, I needed no excuse to fish the river at every opportunity, with the main target being the its whiskered inhabitants. This fish, that was just shy of double figures, took a piece of rolled luncheon meat in a heavily pressured...
Sunday, 11 November 2012
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