At the annual gathering of our syndicate members at the mill pool we had some spare time
and fished the nearby pools for anything with fins ... fishing was poor but some of the small
stuff did show interest in the nymphs we fished.

When we where lot loose in the mill pool if was stockie bashing allthough there where also
some silver fish to be had.
Even the illistrious pike under the weir made its presence known by cutting me off before
I even knew what hit me.