Well…
Following all of my recent (and prolonged!) unrest, today’s session on the river was very much designed to be 'the healer’ now that things are settling back down again and as far as relaxation goes it fulfilled its brief to the maximum.
A dawn start, a bucket of worms and, with a sheer drop to five feet straight off the bank with lots of bankside cover, a drop dead cert of a big perch swim…
The only problem was that the Mohicans hadn’t read the script, except for the hordes of marauding juveniles…
I persevered with it for a few hours in what seemed like perfect mild and dull conditions but the big lads were conspicuous by their absence, this being about the best out of scores of small fish whish snaffled a worm under a bobber…
After getting the feeling that it just wasn’t going to happen with the bigger specimens I decided to change to the shorter rod and maggot to see what else was around and the river was amass with silvers which consisted of chublets, the occasional gudgeon, small roach and even a rare, scarlet finned Trent rudd in addition to many plump and plentiful dace…
I’m quite happy with that, if the float went under once it went under a hundred times.
Next weekend sees the cream of FM’s North Yorkshire representation coming down for a much awaited annual session and there’s a definite feeling of ‘we’re back in business’ in the air… :w