It was a small pool on my last angling session yesterday evening and a brook this morning.
I made my way through the undergrowth and pitched up on a slight bend that had deeper water, although we’re talking relative.
It certainly looked ‘fishy’ and I did have a few very slight plucks.
However, I waited an hour – I’d like to think of that as perseverance – before I caught my one and only fish.
A tiny chub but, as the headline states, a massive result.