Warwickshire Avon - Bouillabaisse and Bouncebackability

Keiran had won the match the other day, which, as far as I could make out, had immediately elevated him to the position of Professor of River Fishing, with a specialism in telling other people how to catch fish. He'd drawn this particular peg and apparently given the fish such a memorable feeding experience that they'd practically been climbing over one another to get at his maggots, which was all very encouraging, although I couldn't help wondering whether he'd actually caught them or merely exaggerated their enthusiasm over a pint afterwards.Still, a match win is a match win, and I was prepared to listen carefully to his advice, especially as it involved a peg I'd never fished in anger and fish that, according to Keiran, had practically been eating out of his hand. His instructions were beautifully uncomplicated: feed, feed, and more feed, until the fish arrived in sufficient numbers to make the place resemble a particularly badly organised school dinner queue. I was all for it,…