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Monday, 21 June 2010

What no Trout?!...

Managed to get back to my larger local river over the weekend for a crack at some of the coarse fish, it didn't go exactly as i'd planned but was a cracking day nonetheless...

I got the car parked up and walked to my first chosen spot only to find a guy set up with 2 rods, missus and more gear than Veals right where i wanted to be! I was not amused, i'd spent the past three months thinking about where and how i'd take my first Pike of the season, it was to be here, and on a popper in the shallow slack under some trees. I stood behind the trees and watched for a second while he reeled in, he was dead baiting with large lumps of mackerel, i hope the Pike had more sense!

I walked a little further downstream to a shallow area behind some tall reeds, i waded out into them and cast my fly parallel with them. It was the popper which popped and gurgled perfectly, any second i expected Esox to smash into it causing it to disappear in i shower of spray, it didn't. I stripped it in and changed it for my standard white and red streamer which was in my chest pocket, it was freshly tied, the marabou waved and flickered in the breeze as it was clipped onto the trace. Two or three false casts later it splashed down on to the surface, i let it sink a little then began a jerky,varied retrieve, BANG! The line went tight and i raised the 8wt, it nodded pleasingly for a moment before everything went slack...

I fished through one or two more spots, but nothing was contacted.


I walked back to the car and headed for the next spot i wanted to fish, this area ha supplied me with fantastic battles with double figure Pike in the past and i was looking forward to putting the fly through some old favourites!

I waded through the Bleak, Gudgeon and Roach to a patch of reeds opposite a shallow slack, there's quite often a Pike or two lying here and today was no exception. The fly(popper) was sent to the far side of the slack, i stripped it in twice before it disappeared! The rod bucked into life and i was connected to my first Pike of the season, on the popper too, just as i'd wanted! After a short scrappy fight a nice jack of around 6lb's came to hand, the barbless 5/0 slipped from the scissors and he was on his way........after the obligatory sulk at my feet. Unfortunately i don't have a picture as this spot is rather un-camera friendly what with it being in the middle of the river and all, still it was nice to be back and putting a bend in the rod...


Again i fished through some other spots but failed to raise anything from the deeps, so i headed for the next stretch...

I arrived after 10mins in the car and on walking down the bank was instantly greeted by two Chub playing rather amorously in the shallows, i still had the 8wt for Pike with me but more about Chevins later...


I made my way into a shallow weedy area near a weir, the popper went out a couple of times but had no inquiries. I swapped it for the now wet streamer from my pocket which was taken with relish after only hitting the water a seconds or two earlier! It was clear this fish didn't have much weight to it, but the sheer strength and pace of the fight was incredible! Ok it was only shallow but the bend in a rod that has landed fish over three times this fish's size was something else, the camera was around my neck so as he came to hand i snapped him...




He was a spirited fighter and as bright as they come, i look forward to meeting him again in a few years time...

By now i'd pretty much covered the Pikey areas and the sight of the Chub, Roach and Dace were starting to distract me! I popped back to the car car and swapper the 8wt for the 5wt T3, i'd not yet had chance to Christen it but going on how well it throws a line i couldn't wait to get into some decent Chub with it!

I had to pick my spot carefully, although i left home early by now it was mid morning and more and more anglers were arriving on the banks. I found a wide glide, just over knee deep with plenty of streamer weed swaying to and fro, the Chub were typically hanging just of the flow under some trees. I waded to within range, just downstream and to their right, i tied on my normal beetle pattern i use for chub, picked my fish and made the cast. The beetle plopped one or two yards ahead of him, and was quickly level with him before he decided he wanted it! He darted back, i saw those rubbery white lips open and it was gone, i stripped and raised the rod to set the hook and he was on! He shot into the flow and headed downstream, the lightweight screamed as it gave line but soon he was under control, i worked him upstream, the rod dampening his lunges into the streamer weed before he was safely in the net, a nice fish, 3lb or so and solid...


As can be seen by this picture he was full of beans and slid my hand before i could snap him properly and off he went, the beetle claims another!...


I managed another good Chub then started messing with some nice Roach i found in a depression in the river bed, i tried for an hour to catch the biggest of the bunch, all 8oz of him only to hook him then have him wriggle free as i slid him across the water to the net! It was a good exercise though, getting the right nymph in size, shape and weight to run through just right to fool him into thinking it was natural, which he did and it didn't matter that i didn't get to touch him...

I also spent some time with some dace, one of which was HUGE, by far the biggest i've seen, maybe 12oz! I didn't manage to fool him, rather i didn't manage to get the fly to him due to the large number of Bleak that sat in the same finger of current, hopefully he wont get nobbled by a Pike before i have chance to go back and try for him again...

Fly robbing Bleak sulking after release


The banks were starting to fill fast now, obviously i wasn't the only one dying for the 16th to come around although not unusually i was the only one with a fly rod, most anglers fish for the Barbel, as do i having taken them to 13lb but not on the fly, i'm not yet able to say i've caught one with the fly rod, but look forward to sorting that out very soon!

I'm off to the coast this weekend with the band, and to be honest i cannot wait, the thought of dipping a line in the salt again is a very pleasant one indeed, i'm a sucker for fishing as light as possible so maybe i'll just take the greys 5wt and leave the 8wt at home, here's hoping the weather holds!!!...

Cheers,


Graham

1 comment:

  1. Wow! Amazing post and pictures. Thank you for posting.

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