The alarm seemed to go off about five minutes after the Fury fight finished but, for once, I didn't care about that. I'd been waiting for this day for a stack of time and was really, really looking forward to the chance to say hello to some people who've really started to feel like friends.
The day got off to a great start. Navigation and I are not the happiest of bedfellows but, having stopped to check my directions, found I was virtually on top of the fishery, a quick left turn and there it was, "This Is Anfield" like, the sign welcomed me to the Lower Itchen Fishery and I pulled in and parked in to find a healthy number of Forum Finkers already there.
After a few minutes, I was saying hello and shaking hands with some really terrific people, Jerry, S-Kip, Ian and Greenie to name just a few.
Travelling light as always (truth be told, I just can't be bothered lugging two tons of anything around any more), I opted for a Grays 1lb tc Specimen rod, a Preston PXR 4000 reel with 5lb main. Along with pretty much everyone else I came across, I'd also opted for a Middy Barbel Trotter float, 5BB, to a Drennan wide gape 16 to 3lb length.
After a shortish walk, I found a nice straight glide that looked interesting so, fishing two red maggots, after a couple of runs through to check the depth, I found grayling pretty much straight away, and racked up 17 of them up in the first 45 minutes, a couple were pups but the rest were all 12oz ish fish, nice weight builders. After that time, they backed off or were bullied off as a brown trout around the pound mark steamed in.
No matter what I fed, it felt like they'd gone, time I was too. I moved to a straight coming off a bend. It screamed fish to me but they weren't there in any numbers. I stayed maybe an hour for four grayling, all the average size around 12 oz.
Time for another walk and stopping to see how other guys were doing. Same story with each stop, the wind was a hurdle but just glad to be here.
After a longer walk this time, I dropped into the start of a longish tree lined straight that looked inviting and, most importantly, gave a little protection from the wind.
I started catching from the off, same as before but with a slight twist. The grayling with the odd midge were again averaging 12oz but I was starting to pick up a few around the pound mark and then the twist - salmon parr, as in millions of them. Like supersized, steroid soaked minnows they came in their dozens, but small enough to need probably a dozen for a tin of John West.
In amongst this fish driven melee, there were times when the grayling got to the bait first and I had three decent samples, two around 1lb 12oz and a third a shade bigger, knocking on 2lbs and definitely a new best for me.
After about three and a half hours, I'd had 71 grayling, 6 brownies and I didn't even try and count the parr.
A slow mooch back to the car, broken up by stopping and chatting to S-Kip. His swim had been disrupted, nay wrecked, by a charging, hooked salmon. Tried to claim it was my Jonah like status but he was having none of it and put me in my place by telling me he'd stopped a rampaging Ray Roberts from catching anything more the previous year. So that me told then, I'm an apprentice, nothing more.
Getting back to the car, I was told Graham and a friend had had a chub of 6lb 4oz and a roach of 1lb 12oz. Great fish, big up to them.
I tackled down and said my Goodbyes to some of the lads who had far longer journeys than me ahead of them. I'd had a thoroughly enjoyable day, met some wonderful people and decided on a Chinese takeaway to round this wonderful day off.
For those who couldn't go today, I heartily recommend both the venue and the event. Can't wait for the next fish-in. Roll on.
A huge thanks to everyone who made it a great day. Really very much appreciated.
