A quick Pike fishing session on my favourite stretch of drain on a very gusty but sunny and cold afternoon.
Two double figure pike landed in the forty two inch net and two pike lost as well, and as a bonus, a good bite on the left hand from the last pike. My hand was carefully inserted into the gill cover and under the chin of the fish, the hook was out and then the Pike gave a quick pirouette.
The result? Sandpapered knuckles from all of the small teeth and a couple of nice deep puncture wounds administered as quick as a flash by the big teeth. I suppose it was always going to happen at some time and they are very, very strong fish. With big teeth.
Our first Jack Russell wasn't called Pike for nothing and the culprit was the fish at the bottom.