Chub

 After leaving Zouch we headed down the Soar towards Trent Lock, finally turning off the river and onto the Erewash by mid-afternoon. We arrived back at our mooring by Sandiacre Lock and as I still had some bait left from my last bout of fishing I threw out a handful of maggots, took out my rod, baited the hook and sat waiting for something to happen. Well I waited and waited and waited some more and still the float didn't go under. After 3 hours I decided enough was enough and was just about to pack away when the float shot off, disappearing that fast I hadn't even had time to strike. Well I don't remember the last time I moved so fast, but needless to say I lifted the rod and low and behold |I had caught a lovely Chub.  It was all worthwhile after all!