My last day off before back to work tomorrow (three days off moving boxes, furniture and mostly books into storage) so decided on an afternoon / early evening session on the Dorset Stour at Longham.
For the winter I'd decided to get a Sturminster Newton club book as I've been having a look at the river in that area and the shoal of roach I came across a couple of weeks back really kicked my interest buds into action.
Still, for today Longham it was and, on the way, I made another decision, after seeing Binka and a great many others on here produce some fab photos, I decided from next time to take my camera (the easy bit) and learn how to put the pics in with the report (feel my technophobia beginning to surge).
Arriving at the river, Normark Titan 2 tooled with an Abu 704, 4.6lb Bayer to a size 18 Drennan to 4lb, the float being a Woody's stick with 6 no. 4 loading. The line being security if a decent chub showed up.
On went two red maggots (and the bait apron and the I-pod, a recently downloaded Northern Soul album).
I fed hemp and a few loose reds but nothing, missed what might have been a couple of bites but the bait wasn't damaged and felt nothing solid so possibly not.
Half an hour in and, being Longham, a small boy arrived to ask if I had any spare hooks. True to form and soft as, the remainder of my hooks to nylon were donated, hopefully to a good cause.
That said, perhaps good deeds attract a reward of sorts as my first positive bite brought a dace of around 4oz, then another, same, and in quick succession a dozen or so between 1 and around 5oz.
The dace had obviously backed off or moved on as no more, for the moment anyway. Emergency measures and a flask of coffee brought about some more action. I changed to single red maggot and the next bite, when it came, brought a great big smile to my face. An angry gonk (gudgeon) shaking its little head at me, I love them so much this one got a Rex Hunt peck and put back for more. And I did, I had two more before some small perch muscled in with another small dace to punctuate them.
I was really beginning to enjoy this small fish fest, especially as the Met Office had predicted storms in the next few days.
Taking time out to chat to another angler walking back past me, he'd stuck it out all day in the hope of a barbel with one modest chub for his reward, I was quite happy with my decision to batter the bits.
Trotting again and a bite produced a better fish, didn't feel giant but definitely better. And there it was, the chub that Longham is renowned for. A modest pound or so in this case but enjoyable and welcome none the less.
Four hours flew by and I wanted to get away before rush hour as, especially this time of year, Dorset can be pretty busy at times and Longham is a bad bottleneck.
Home to a big mug of tea, a chat on the phone with Tim and dreams of those big roach.
There you go. As I've now warned you, the next one might mention bats and carry photos. Be afraid.....
Have a great week and regards to all.
