It was the best part of two hours before I had a proper bite – and even then it was the gentlest of plucks – which saw me connect with another tinca.
This time I played, netted it and held it up to the camera.
There were still no feeding bubbles but the previous lost fish was an encouragement because I knew that there were fish in front of me.
It was another fine-line-session but, as always when that’s the case, at least I was on the right side of it.