I was following footprints today which is always a bad sign. Had I realised how fresh they were I'd have fished elsewhere. It's pretty obvious that I was second on the river, consequently I'd very few shots at fish. I hooked three: this one of five and three-quarters which gave me a hell of a scrap - at one point the line entangled the reel, the fish jumped and I fell in - all simultaneously. Another of the same size which won in a game of tug-of-war when he headed into an undercut. And one of a pound!!! I know! So much for trophy fishing.
Just to give you some idea of the tramping involved, it was a three hour hike out the river. I think I need new boots.