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Chris Bishop
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What a wierd weekend. Fog everywhere, drove around trying to find places free of ice and eventually found a load of match anglers caning small fish around a bridge on one of the drains. Saw a what I thought was a pike swirling underneath it as I was leaning over having a natter with all these match blokes, so had the rods out of the car and baits on its nose before you could say: "There's a match on - you'll have to fish the other bank with all the other pike anglers..."
Never had a sniff and nor did any of the other guys pike and zander fishing it. It was so foggy you could only see about 20 yards by the time I got on it.
Strangely, the small fish were really going for it- maybe the fog made them feel safe from the cormorants or something. I thought the pike and zanders would be having it too, when I got home I realised I couldn't ever remember catching anything in such thick fog.
Never had a sniff and nor did any of the other guys pike and zander fishing it. It was so foggy you could only see about 20 yards by the time I got on it.
Strangely, the small fish were really going for it- maybe the fog made them feel safe from the cormorants or something. I thought the pike and zanders would be having it too, when I got home I realised I couldn't ever remember catching anything in such thick fog.