Steve Arnold
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Finally got back down the river yesterday! Still got a severe Covid "hang-over" but it's fading and I have a little energy returning.
I decided on Cajarc as I could park up and fish. It's lazy fishing with plenty of time to admire the view.......
Just the one rod put out, too much like hard work to put another together. It' a waiting game here but I have had a lot of good barbel here in the last few years. There are big carp here as well, but today it was "something else"!
After a few hours with nothing showing the rod tip gave a couple of twitches. I picked up the rod to realise something had picked up my bait and was moving slowly towards me. My bait had been placed mid-river, by the time I caught up with it the fish was nearly at my feet.
The Chub 2.25 tc rod was bent double, whatever was hooked had not spooked, it just trundled along the bottom now heading upstream towards the bridge. By now I was convinced it was a big silure, something I really did not feel up to dealing with. So I increased the drag in a make-or-break attempt to stop the fish, or at least register my existence on it!
After about another minute of this a grating sensation through the rod was followed by the hook pulling. Now I was convinced that it had been a big silure as barbel size hooks often fail to penetrate their toothy pads. Really, I was quite happy!
Thank goodness for that! I really am not up for this level of excitement yet. Cast out again, sit back down and chill to the view. No more bites - Please!
I decided on Cajarc as I could park up and fish. It's lazy fishing with plenty of time to admire the view.......
Just the one rod put out, too much like hard work to put another together. It' a waiting game here but I have had a lot of good barbel here in the last few years. There are big carp here as well, but today it was "something else"!
After a few hours with nothing showing the rod tip gave a couple of twitches. I picked up the rod to realise something had picked up my bait and was moving slowly towards me. My bait had been placed mid-river, by the time I caught up with it the fish was nearly at my feet.
The Chub 2.25 tc rod was bent double, whatever was hooked had not spooked, it just trundled along the bottom now heading upstream towards the bridge. By now I was convinced it was a big silure, something I really did not feel up to dealing with. So I increased the drag in a make-or-break attempt to stop the fish, or at least register my existence on it!
After about another minute of this a grating sensation through the rod was followed by the hook pulling. Now I was convinced that it had been a big silure as barbel size hooks often fail to penetrate their toothy pads. Really, I was quite happy!
Thank goodness for that! I really am not up for this level of excitement yet. Cast out again, sit back down and chill to the view. No more bites - Please!