Well…
What a day I’ve had!
It wasn’t as planned either, my initial thoughts were to head off to a local mill pool late morning but having woke early and checking in on here I then wondered how I would kill the time in between. This in turn led to me considering various different fishing options and this is where it gets dangerous because I’ve done it before and introduced so many alternatives that I’ve lost the will to live whilst trying to decide and never made it out the door.
With this in mind I made up the flask, chucked the same gear as yesterday into the back of the car and headed off before dawn, arriving at a different stretch of river to yesterday, for daybreak.
The swim I initially had in mind was a no goer, it was tramming through and the strong wind would have been hitting me head on all day and so I made my mind up to travel to a different stretch but not before stopping to have a look at a swim I’ve fished in the distant past.
It’s a good fourteen feet deep on the inside slack with two rod lengths of still water before a large, slow eddy separates the slack from the main flow and the good shelter from that wind proved to be a clincher.
I settled in and rigged up the same as yesterday with a couple of slight changes, I figured I could get away with a lighter 1oz tip and as the river seemed to have run clear overnight I opted for a Drennan flouro hooklink in a lighter 4.4lb.
Otherwise it was a maggot feeder with double red on the hook, an underarm flick to three rod lengths out and just play it by ear and do the tweaks from then on.
I went through the motions and cast repeatedly for the first forty five minutes or so, a couple of very tentative pulls encouraging me on and then I had a nice, nodding bite which screamed bream and so it proved following quite a respectable display of opposition…
By way of an explanation for the unusual unhooking arrangements I was fishing on what I reckon was a good 60° slope which carried on straight into the water and the chair, with only the front legs folded out, was the only means of cobbling together a flat surface.
And check this out…
I can’t remember ever seeing tubercules on a bream at this time of the year, maybe that cold fortnight followed by a mild spell has confused them a bit?
Nevertheless that was the opening bell for a hectic two hours where I went on to take another nine of similar size…
Almost as quickly as they had switched on though, the bites stopped and after half an hour without a sniff I decided it was time for an early Christmas dinner…
Not bad for a last minute, en route, filling station sarnie.
Back to the fishing and I decided to rig up a maggot clip on a 5.14 flouro bottom and size 14 B911X but the eyed version...
This went out a few times before I had a huge stab on the tip which then dropped back bolt straight before barrelling back over and this time it was a very nice chub…
He wasn’t alone either and, interspersed with other fish, I took five in total…
Without a doubt though the icing on the (Christmas) cake was this, especially as one had eluded me under my very feet only yesterday and it was a good reminder of why I put plenty of line on my ‘pins…
If all this wasn’t enough I then took this…
And if that wasn’t enough I then had two more followed by two more bream to end the day on, I think, eleven good sized bream, five good chub and four barbel.
To top things off my new rod looks like it’s had a three winter hammering but I’m not complaining, it's had a thorough testing out!
Merry Christmas everyone, it's time now for me to catch up on a bit of what I would otherwise have been doing all day… :w