After a bad night's sleep in which the car's clutch, gear box, clutch AND gear box needed replacing, I dropped it off first thing for the MOT and did my best to be pre-organised. I'd got a rear wiper blade, checked all the lights and topped up the screenwash - then gave up.
Several hours later, I got the phone call from Kevin. It sailed through with absolutely no problems, total cost £35. Happy days.
As a result, I awarded myself three hours at Longham again. Upon arrival, the same swim was available, my leger rod was packed, sadly the camera wasn't. Apologies. Must get used to packing it now I've finally (sort of) learned how to download pictures.
The Drennan Super Specialist Duo (with quiver top and two ounce tip) was twinned with a Preston PXR 5000, 8lb main line to an ounce and a half Drennan blockend feeder to a Middy size 14 carp feeder hook to 6lb trace.
The feeder was loaded with Dynamite hemp, the hook with two grains of banana flavoured corn.
I hoofed the feeder out to the right of the island in the previous report's pic and settled back into a surprisingly comfortable swim.
The good news was that I had plenty of time to enjoy it as......nothing happened. I rehemped and recast multiple times, putting down a good bed of the seed but no, nothing doing.
After the useful diversion of an RAF Chinook helicopter at quite low altitude, I found an even better diversion. A guy at work had put me onto an Anglo American lass with a mean line in steel bar blues, named Joanne Shaw Taylor and I'd downloaded her album, White Sugar. Top stuff, well recommended.
So, I sat in my swim, quite happy with the world. After exactly 90 minutes of blisteringly hard labour, the tip dinked, twice and a strike met with solid but unspectacular resistance and a dace of some 6oz soon netted.
More hemp, back out, more blues. All good. No bites. Again. No worries.
Allowing myself till 7pm, it was with ten minutes to go that the tip this time really spanked round. It was unmissable, in fact I believe it hooked itself. This time it was a big bang and I had visions of a snarling sea trout turning up but No.
Camouflaging this crushing disappointment, I graciously made do with a nice chub around the 3lb mark. Something had had a real go at this fish, its back had taken the kind of thrashing Tory MPs shell out big bucks for. Pike, heron or otter, I wasn't sure but my guess was pike or otter.
I slapped some Kryston Klinic on it and hoped it would help. It swam away happily anyway.
Time up, packed up. A minor panic when I thought I'd lost the car keys but the day was too good, put my hand in the rucker and found them first go.
A short drive home and a return to domesticity, I put the bin out as everyone else had done the same and settled down to a slow cooked stew I'd cooked up earlier.
I made a note to fish the same swim if at all possible next week with feedered meat. This season so far, the stretch has done a 13lb 4oz barbel and the barbel fishing has been much better than it usually is before Autumn so it'd be nice to get the barbel rod out and give it a real go.
Until next week, mes Amis.
