|The business end of Skunk's twelve pounder|
The weather wasn't particularly favourable, yet we couldn't deny that the pike were catchable if we placed our baits in the right spot. Luke picked up one of his rods, expecting to re-position his bait, only to discover that a pike had taken it as he did so. Nothing big, but it was number three for the morning.
|A PB for Skunk - not too sure about the fashion statement? Then again he is a carp angler!|
As you can see, the photos were taken and the fish released, back into its' watery domain. That was it - Benno & I didn't register a bite. We both know exactly what Skunk & Luke were doing, so no secrets there. We'd gone there hoping for a result. Luke did the deed and we have to accept that not every one can be a winner. Another day, a different dollar, my turn will surely arrive as there are no secrets, nor petty jealousy, amongst this group of friends.