Picked my brother up at 8pm and headed for the tees. We picked a swim with decent leg space for both, and one that I knew produced chub often. Good old steak was to get the first outing of the season.
After half an hour of casting, and a few plucks, the bro landed a small eel, not our target but interesting all the same. Next put out, and he was soon bending into an unmissable bite, and soon landed a 3lb 15oz chub. A good start.
We had to wait an hour or so for the next bit of interest. We both started getting indications - little tap, slight drop back. Slight joking to each other as both our hands hovered over the rod, when mine hoofed round and I bent into a good fish. This one fought better than most, hugging the far bank tree line. My line started grating against a snag, and it put a right old bend in the rod to get it closer.