Alas, by the time it came to me being able to fish it, we were well into the worst rainy period in about 27 squillion years, and the river was unfishable. I did try fishing across to the big slack, but I couldn’t hold bottom, even using 10 ounces of lead! Thankfully, expecting the worst with the conditions, I had also been chucking in the odd handful for a few weeks, into the inside edge, so I opted to fish that. I had originally planned to fish the entire night, but in the end I decided to just fish up to about midnight. Amazingly, I actually managed to winkle out a couple of fish! Not the behemoths I was hoping for, but barbel of about 8lb and a chub of just over 5lb kept the wolf from the door.
I did think with the way the rain was never ending, that would probably be it for the rivers, so reluctantly I opted to stop the baiting and leave the river alone. Moving back to the lakes and doing a bit of perching and piking proved completely fruitless, so, with the end of the river season upon us, I decided to have one last try. With the river still up, I knew it would be pointless baiting up, and that the far bank slack would still be entirely unfishable. Instead, I opted for another swim, a few hundred yards upstream, where I knew there was decent depth and clean gravel under the rod tips.