Some cracking grayling and roach pics, great stuff chaps.
The roach have been kind to me of late although yesterday looked like being an exception to the rule, just when you think you've got everything nailed and you're on top of your game, mother nature throws a curve ball and you find yourself struggling for bites. "Don't worry dad we can't go wrong today" probably was a sentence tempting fate but I was just happy to have him with me as he hadn't been fishing since November. All wrapped up in many layers he looked more like a teddy bear than an angler as I watched him set up in the swim above me. I usually get a head start by the time he sets up so I can usually gauge what sort of day lies in store before he's wet a line but that mattered not today as you grow to realise it ain't all about catching so much and sometimes keeping hold of what you got for a little longer is priceless.
As for the fishing, it was slow.... three decent roach and a solitary chub in the first two hours in a spot where I was banging out one a cast in the cold snap, the only conclusion was the rain the night before was colder than usual and the flush through hadn't had time to warm up, although it was a lovely day to watch dad although he seemed to be amongst the gudgeon in his spot. He cared not, a few decent roach and small chub made him happy and you could tell he was just glad to be out.
When I came to realise he was out catching me and thinking how he wouldn't let me forget that, I went back to my swim after resting it, changed floats for the third time and finally hit in to a quality roach. A bit knocked about but with a belly like a tennis ball it fought like a chub and looked great in the sun
I was happy with that and the bites still didn't come think and fast but they did come with quality as another cracking roach was on, this time a pristine fish.
With another hour of trotting completely biteless I was finally into a third roach like the last one scale perfect and the strongest of the lot, thinking it was a monster at the time I was in no way disappointed that it was, just like the other two - just under 2lbs. Another totally stunning scale perfect fish that will find it's way in to a drawing someday i'm sure.
Watching dad go downstream with his net to retrieve his lost float was like old times and as ever it signalled us packing up, just as well really as I was totally shattered. The last three hours saw just two bites so it was a case of roach to the rescue when everything else couldn't be tempted. The two hour round trip to drop dad home would go quick I thought as we would chat about giant redfins, absent chub, elusive dace and the wonderful rewards fishing small rivers this time of year can still throw up.
4 hours down the canal in the town, 4m whip caster and maggots....
Bagged up....
Some cracking grayling and roach pics, great stuff chaps.
The roach have been kind to me of late although yesterday looked like being an exception to the rule, just when you think you've got everything nailed and you're on top of your game, mother nature throws a curve ball and you find yourself struggling for bites. "Don't worry dad we can't go wrong today" probably was a sentence tempting fate but I was just happy to have him with me as he hadn't been fishing since November. All wrapped up in many layers he looked more like a teddy bear than an angler as I watched him set up in the swim above me. I usually get a head start by the time he sets up so I can usually gauge what sort of day lies in store before he's wet a line but that mattered not today as you grow to realise it ain't all about catching so much and sometimes keeping hold of what you got for a little longer is priceless.
As for the fishing, it was slow.... three decent roach and a solitary chub in the first two hours in a spot where I was banging out one a cast in the cold snap, the only conclusion was the rain the night before was colder than usual and the flush through hadn't had time to warm up, although it was a lovely day to watch dad although he seemed to be amongst the gudgeon in his spot. He cared not, a few decent roach and small chub made him happy and you could tell he was just glad to be out.
When I came to realise he was out catching me and thinking how he wouldn't let me forget that, I went back to my swim after resting it, changed floats for the third time and finally hit in to a quality roach. A bit knocked about but with a belly like a tennis ball it fought like a chub and looked great in the sun
I was happy with that and the bites still didn't come think and fast but they did come with quality as another cracking roach was on, this time a pristine fish.
With another hour of trotting completely biteless I was finally into a third roach like the last one scale perfect and the strongest of the lot, thinking it was a monster at the time I was in no way disappointed that it was, just like the other two - just under 2lbs. Another totally stunning scale perfect fish that will find it's way in to a drawing someday i'm sure.
Watching dad go downstream with his net to retrieve his lost float was like old times and as ever it signalled us packing up, just as well really as I was totally shattered. The last three hours saw just two bites so it was a case of roach to the rescue when everything else couldn't be tempted. The two hour round trip to drop dad home would go quick I thought as we would chat about giant redfins, absent chub, elusive dace and the wonderful rewards fishing small rivers this time of year can still throw up.
Gear ready, sandwiches made, breakfast and ablutions done. Picking up keys ready to go piking.
Ring ring, hello? Your Mum is in hospital. Back down in the Smoke for a few days. I hate S-Kippies traffic down here
mg:
But tomorrow?
Whoa!
Tomorrow...
The organised angling world is set for something of the likes it has never seen before including a central alter, the carousel of banksticks and a free standing reel rack
Roll on Sunday
Sorry to hear that John, I really hope she proves to be ok for the long run.
I know that you've been doing this for a good while and a thankless task it sometimes seems to be but from my own experience, of nothing resembling the mileage you've been covering, it's an invaluable one nonetheless especially in terms of appreciation of those on the receiving end.
I've abandoned tomorrow even though I've got the bait, I'm trying for Sunday now due to the fact that I didn't get the garage finished today as expected.
But tomorrow?
Whoa!
Tomorrow...
The organised angling world is set for something of the likes it has never seen before including a central alter, the carousel of banksticks and a free standing reel rack
Roll on Sunday
Gear ready, sandwiches made, breakfast and ablutions done. Picking up keys ready to go piking.
Ring ring, hello? Your Mum is in hospital. Back down in the Smoke for a few days. I hate S-Kippies traffic down here
mg:
Gear ready, sandwiches made, breakfast and ablutions done. Picking up keys ready to go piking.
Ring ring, hello? Your Mum is in hospital. Back down in the Smoke for a few days. I hate S-Kippies traffic down here
Gear ready, sandwiches made, breakfast and ablutions done. Picking up keys ready to go piking.
Ring ring, hello? Your Mum is in hospital. Back down in the Smoke for a few days. I hate S-Kippies traffic down here
