Keep trying to find the fish directly under the weir at Beeston on the Trent with no luck.
Ive lost loads of tackle, its unbelievably snaggy.
Had the fright of my life last night at 11PM, alone at the weir, when a tiny man and his luminous white chiwawa appeared out of nowhere. "ALL RIGHT MATE CAUGHT OWT"... i had a baby... a minute later... "shazam" him and his dog were gone.
Maybe i need to increase my medication:-)
Ill find those big fish if it kills me, i know they are there... especially that big chub.