Worth every penny pt 2
I flicked the float out it cocked nice and straight and pulled the line cleanly off the pin as it trundled down the river. Maybe half a dozen trots down it buried, I struck, into what felt like a decent grayling using every trick in the book to wriggle off in the strong current. Netting the fish I found it to be around 12 ounces. Probably about ten minutes later the float buried again, I struck - this felt considerably larger and it tore off under the nearest willow. I managed to keep pressure on him and bring him out cursing all the time that he didn’t break me off and nick my float. It was a chub about three pound. I slipped him back and carried on, the bright orange tip once again disappeared, this creature was a really wild thing tearing round the swim jumping and thrashing - it was a proper wild Brown Trout maybe a pound and a half, lovely colours and spots. Fishing on I had a few more more bites but these got less and less as the sun rose in the sky. I packed up. The float did its job brilliantly. This is the way I will go in my float fishing - handmade’s outperform the mass produced floats by a mile in both performance and looks. Worth every penny. Dale Lander

