Warwickshire Avon - Buns and Baloney

Forty-eight hours before the start of the river season, after Sean's monumental efforts a day before I was hard at work cutting fishing pegs on the syndicate stretch. Armed with loppers, a strimmer and a healthy dose of enthusiasm, I spent the morning transforming overgrown jungle into fishable swims. By the time I finished, I was hot, tired and ready for home. The job had gone well, the pegs looked great and all that remained was the drive back. Or so I thought.On the way home, I passed another club water and made the classic angler's mistake: "I'll just have a quick look." It's a phrase responsible for more lost evenings than any other in fishing. A few minutes later, standing at the tail of a swim, I couldn't believe my eyes. Cruising through the clear water were several enormous chub. These weren't average fish either. A few looked comfortably over five pounds and carried themselves with the confidence of creatures that had never seen a landing net.To make sure I wasn't imagining…