I spent 8 hours fishing at the river Gryffe yesterday, which for the most part can be quite technical in areas due to a lot of tree cover and close banks (as you can see from the photos).
I managed to catch quite a few smaller brownies (I'm sure it was around 8), the river is really teaming with juvenile trout. But it's the fish I hooked into about halfway through my day that has left me feeling a bit scunnered!
It was a good fish and I presume to be a Brownie, as I got a good look at it as it was thrashing about on top of the water. But alas it won and escaped and left me reeling (ahem)...
This is where he lives
Never mind though, that's why it's called "fishing" and not "catching". I will be back for a second round before the seasons ends - next time then...
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