I didn’t like the colour of the river too much, which whenever I come across that grey tinge I always think of it as piscatorial death.
That proved to be the case as well, with nothing at all from the session, although I did have a slight pluck in late dusk.
My plan was to start fishing with three maggots on a size 12 hook, catch a few small chub and switch to a big chunk of bread on a size 2 hook.
Unfortunately, I never progressed from phase one.
There was nothing wrong with my confidence either, in regards to the comment about the water colour.
I just saw that as a challenge, that’s all.