@Clive
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I was supposed to be taking Wilf again today, but he was a bit battered and bruised after a skydiving session off his ride on mower. A bruised pelvis and three ribs had resulted in him being taken to hospital. But not before he had topped up the oil in the mower and repaired the bonnet. They don't make 'em like that these days.
Instead I took the feeder rod and reel that I had set up for Wilf to the Charente near to the bridge where the two surviving Cockleshell Heroes met up with the Resistance who spirited them back to Blighty. To get to the bridge they had walked around 60 miles through occupied territory at night in December after a dunking in a river the size of the Humber. They don't make them like that these days either.
I found a new swim that looked perfect. A rod length deep, a rod length out, a yard or so of slower water leading to a faster stream that ran under overhanging bushes for about 50 yards. Not a bite in over two hours. I moved about 100 yards downstream to a sandy beach where a substantial stream came in creating a mix of water prior to the main flow. I fished the nearside ledge through to two-thirds across the river for another two hours without a sniff of a bite.
10 miles or so upstream to where Wilf and I had caught bream and roach last time out. Again, nothing to sweetcorn or soft pellet baits. First time ever in this swim. With half an hour to finishing time I sifted through the remnants of my groundbait bucket. I freeze what I don't use. This mix had been on two previous sessions and I seemed to recall that I had added maggots to it at one point. Amongst the hemp and milled maize particles were 5 or 6 sorry looking maggot corpses. I put the best two on the hook and cast it out into the baited area. 30 seconds later the tip twitched and I landed a bream of around 1lb 8oz.
And that was it. However, on the way home I stopped off at a small town on the Vienne and within a few minutes I got two cod to go with the chips and mushy peas for dinner.
Instead I took the feeder rod and reel that I had set up for Wilf to the Charente near to the bridge where the two surviving Cockleshell Heroes met up with the Resistance who spirited them back to Blighty. To get to the bridge they had walked around 60 miles through occupied territory at night in December after a dunking in a river the size of the Humber. They don't make them like that these days either.
I found a new swim that looked perfect. A rod length deep, a rod length out, a yard or so of slower water leading to a faster stream that ran under overhanging bushes for about 50 yards. Not a bite in over two hours. I moved about 100 yards downstream to a sandy beach where a substantial stream came in creating a mix of water prior to the main flow. I fished the nearside ledge through to two-thirds across the river for another two hours without a sniff of a bite.
10 miles or so upstream to where Wilf and I had caught bream and roach last time out. Again, nothing to sweetcorn or soft pellet baits. First time ever in this swim. With half an hour to finishing time I sifted through the remnants of my groundbait bucket. I freeze what I don't use. This mix had been on two previous sessions and I seemed to recall that I had added maggots to it at one point. Amongst the hemp and milled maize particles were 5 or 6 sorry looking maggot corpses. I put the best two on the hook and cast it out into the baited area. 30 seconds later the tip twitched and I landed a bream of around 1lb 8oz.
And that was it. However, on the way home I stopped off at a small town on the Vienne and within a few minutes I got two cod to go with the chips and mushy peas for dinner.