Giving the dead horse one last slap

I spent a few hours in waders chucking s big spoon along the wall at the pads. I wasn't that suprised to get no takers, it was a hefty mouthful for any fish. I was planning on following up with the fly rod to see if anything smaller was around, but the awful gusting wind made me put that idea aside. Instead I was tempted back into my dead horse swim for a few hours. Same story as ever, not a sniff. the bailiff spotted me from the pit and popped over to let me know that Malc had fished it the night before without a touch. I gave it until about 22:30 before knocking it on the head, wondering what logic made me decide to giver it another shot!