Anywhere that I chose to fish after that Trent trip was always going to be a tad deflating, the hectic nature of how the session unfolded is something I rarely experience, the feeling of being miles away from a Barbel is how I usually feel. A visit to the River Bourne for an afternoon / evening session the other day was in order, having finished a job not too far away I thought it was probably the best option. I opted to rove around, drop a few boilies in each likely looking area then leaving them to rest as I...