I've been threatening to go evening chubbing for a number of Tuesdays now, and tonight was the night. With heavy rain on Sunday/Monday, the river was travelling faster than last when I came and scouted swims last week, and with no weights over 3/4 oz I could only fish with those with near bank slacks and eddies. I travelled up and down them in turn, spending about half an hour in each, prebaiting the next swim to come with balls of mashed bread as I went before walking back and settling down. 

Hadn't had a touch all evening when at 6:30 I picked up the rod to wind and a fish pulled away on the end - a good one too. It was a typically subdued night time fight - I'm sure it's because the fish cant see where they're swimming so keep the afterburners off. At 3lb 10 it was shamefully but excitedly an equal p.b. for me.

Later I had a couple of trembles that did not connect, but apart from that it had been a pretty quiet evening, but was great fun. Mars glowed throughout and it barely felt the 2 degrees it had dropped to by 8pm when I packed up.