Not to be outdone I cast a 30g Preston maggot feeder loaded with an extra half ounce bomb to hold the bottom toward the wall of the bridge at the end of my swim and waited, and waited. Fortunately fellow maggotdrowner Stretford Red, and a guy that regularly walks his dogs along the Vale, came along for a nosey and a chat which brightened up a so far dull day. Then after an hour or so the slightest of knocks alerted my interest. Again the tip twitched as I adjusted the rod. I had a fish on, and it felt like a good one. After a great scrap in which the fish rarely surfaced I pulled one of the Medlock's resident brown trout over the landing net.
Next week I hope to try something a little different. Sretford Red and myself are hoping to combine a few real ales with a trip to the Etherow on the 237 bus. Should take me back to my youth when we did this every Sunday before I owned a car. They say you shouldn't look back, but those were great days , and if I enjoy it only half as much as I did then it will be an outing to remember.