Fin the Fish
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Tench fishing, theres nothing quite like it. The start of every close season is bittersweet, I miss the rivers but cannot wait for that first proper touch of spring warmth that heralds the time for tenching. The enormous sploosh of that first dredge of the year thrown through the clinging mists of dawn at some inviting lillies or overhanging trees is joyous. Knowing the great clouds of silt being thrown upwards will arouse the interests of many an olive bellied beast and laying down a carpet of bait to keep them there is so exciting! So too is watching your float bob and twitch as those bloodworm hungry tincas sift the groundbait infused silt, watching and waiting for the final lift or sinking that lets you know getting out of bed at 4am was worth it. Staring intently at that one red dot amongst all the white willow catkin, time almost seems to slow and cease and I can happily sit all day from dawn to dusk, frittering and wasting the hours in an offhand way - the way only an angler entrapped by his angling can.
Lazy days spent by a gravel pit basking in the spring sun are some of the best, and I just cannot wait for that burst of warmth, that first heavy handed splash of the ragtag homemade dredge as it does its duty, the effervescent signature of feeding tincas, and that heart jumping moment as the float finally ceases to float.
Roll on spring!
Lazy days spent by a gravel pit basking in the spring sun are some of the best, and I just cannot wait for that burst of warmth, that first heavy handed splash of the ragtag homemade dredge as it does its duty, the effervescent signature of feeding tincas, and that heart jumping moment as the float finally ceases to float.
Roll on spring!