A few days back, I was plodding down an aisle in Tesco's when the head stopped and the feet didn't, the resulting double take would, I imagine, have been something worth seeing.
Now, I thought I'd assessed just about every Tesco's product for bait worthy application, but here was a new one completely unseen to me and, even odder, there was no indication on the packaging of it being new. In short, it had to be tried.
A pack of diced Spanish chorizo sausage (a cursory glance brought me to a 6mm conclusion) and I couldn't wait to get out today.
So, this morning, I packed the new and now trusty Preston M70 with the same Middy rig of the past few weeks, a 9lb main down to an 8lb trace and a 14.
I'd also packed a Drennan Tench Mk IV, a Browning Ultimatch 50 tooled with 8lb main, a 4BB straight waggler to a Maver Match This 14 to 6.9lb trace.
My usual back up plan of corn (orange Tutti Fruitti flavoured), hemp, some leftover cubed bacon grill (8mm) and some bread.
Two cubes of chorizo went on and were poled out to the island in front of me. I felt both confident and a little stimulated, it had to produce, didn't it?
The float ploughed under like a hangman's test, an unmissable bite. I hope the 3oz roach was impressed. Not quite the start I had in mind to be honest but it was a start I guess and all fish are welcome so back it went, with a smile.
Two more cubes on and back out, and, to an accompaniment of Neil Young, the first carp arrived, at a modest 1lb or so.
Shortly after, a skimmer around 6oz arrived. Was it going to be one of those "patchy, mixed bag, what's next?" days? The short answer was yes as, over the next three hours, the skimmers seemed super keen on the chorizo, the occasional carp that got to the bait first all seemed modest, a pound or two with just one north of 3lbs, a mixed sprinkling of roach and rudd up to about 6oz and one odd perch around the same size.
After some most welcome coffee, a 1930s looking biplane flew over. I've no idea what it was except to say it certainly didn't look military, it certainly DID look art deco and I could easily imagine Hercule Poirot and Insp Hastings ploughing their way to Paris on it.
By now, the roach and rudd had backed off or been bullied out and the skimmers and carp stepped up to the plate in greater numbers but size wise, apart from two better carp around 4lbs apiece, the sizes also remained similar.
I really must try and learn bird calls and songs as there were loads of different offerings and though I could see the occasional visitor on the island, a wren, a robin and what I think were a pair of reed warblers there must have been dozens of other species lost to me.
It was well into the fourth hour when a bite and strike produced a "whoa!" moment, after a terrific tussle what I'd assumed to be a carp suddenly became a barbel around 4lbs, extremely welcome.
A few more carp and skimmers continued and, before I knew it, five hours had gone by.
As I was leaving, I bumped into one of the site staff who was engaged in fishery maintenance. After quizzing him on perch, he put me onto a fishery in Somerset that is lightly fished but believed to be a real possibility for our stripy friends once Autumn starts to show its colours so here's hoping.
Having an insurance appoint to attend to, I had to cry off and, after arriving, the question was put to me whether I partake in any dangerous sports. Ask me in February after three months of unfishable rivers and extend "dangerous" from merely physical to emotional and I just might but,for now,
I've got several months of light nights, warm weather and time away from the coal face to fill so roll on another nice Summer. Again, here's hoping.
Adieu
