With my telescopic spinning rod out of action, I'd packed a 9' quivertip rod, adapted with a shortened tip - it was ideal for flicking out 1g jigs and lures.
The river was low and clear, and the sun hot. The summer riverbank foliage made casting difficult in the first few swims, but then I found a deeper pool, and the first slow retrieve resulted in a solid take. As soon as it was hooked, I knew it was a trout, and it didn't take more than a few seconds before it was leaping out of the water in a desperate attempt to shake the hook. A few leaps later, and I held it in my hand. A fine speckly brown trout.
I tried several swims, but all my lures seem to be attracting was plagues of minnows, none of which were big enough to take the hook, but seemed to like nibbling at the end of the lure.
Then, in an unassuming swim, the first cast upstream met a strong pull. Through my polarised sunglasses, I could see straight away that it was a chub, as it rolled and twisted in the current. I was glad that I had brought a landing net, otherwise I might not have banked him.
It was a good chub for the Dane. I didn't have my scales, but I'd guess he was at least 3.5lbs. I was satisfied with that. My biggest fish so far on the ultra-light lures.
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