Talk about riding your good luck… Our penultimate day on the Ribnik and olives still poured off in droves. Admittedly this hatch wasn’t as prolific as previous days, but no doubt sensing winter, grayling fed like no tomorrow. Thankfully, we’d prepared well to maximise our chances and this time Mark Whitmarsh found a shoal of hungry fish. At least two of them dragged him round the pool, leaving him no option except to give chase.
~Mark managed several fish of this ilk and claimed he’d never come across grayling averaging such an impressive size~
Who could tire of catching such fish using lightweight tackle…?