flightliner
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A complete change of plan yesterday as I was offered a day as a guest by an old monastery pool in deepest "Erehwon" as Tim paisely once described a water in one of his carp books.
A truly lovely place that had existed for centuries which may have been the reason for it being so shallow.
No matter, even a non result couldnt take away the pleasure of simply sitting by the place even tho the weather was foul on account of much cooler temperatures and high winds that tried to pull my pole free of my grip, and a heavy downpour of soaking rain.
After setting up and potting in some four loads of pellet, maggots and sweetcorn my first" bite" came some five minutes later, a missed indication that prooved to be on account of a tiny piece of decaying weed that was hooked up on account of a strong "tow" from left to right. A minor encumberance that never repeated itself and by placing my rig just upstream of where my freebees had settled my first real bite occurred as my bait was slowly rolling thro the area, a bream of some two plus pounds that suggested more to come.
The wind was fierce coming in short viscious squalls that sometimes had me replacing the rig in its intended place but despite the drawback bites when they happened were fairly positive and in most every case the culprits were bream of a much the same size as the first, great stuff for sure, I was really enjoying myself, a bream or maybe two then a lull in the proceedings which had me ringing the changes with the bait.
Sweetcorn and double red maggots took the majority of my fish but a redworm and single red cocktail brought me three fish when around three pm bites seemed to dry up for a half hour or so but along with several more pottings of mixed feed and a groundbait slop things came back together again but this time a couple of small rudd, a roach and out of nowhere an elastic stretching , absolutely ballistic ide-- maybe the biggest I had ever hooked--- had me reaching for another section of pole but --- too late--- the hookpulled, bu - - - r !!!!!.
The bream returned after that and at the same time so did the rain which hampered things slightly having to put the brolly up but no matter, it was over inside the hour which more or less co incided with our visit finnishing.
In total I had some twenty two or three very nice Bream that must have been some forty plus pounds in weight or therabouts along with two lost 'tween end of pole and waters edge.
With the shallow water some of them chose to fight in the air sooner than their natural environment which was quite dramatic to witness, heres hoping my benefactor will give me another chance to return in the not to distant future to the monastery pond, someone was certainly smiling on me from above.
No piks unfortunately, (Thank god thinks Gerry ).
A truly lovely place that had existed for centuries which may have been the reason for it being so shallow.
No matter, even a non result couldnt take away the pleasure of simply sitting by the place even tho the weather was foul on account of much cooler temperatures and high winds that tried to pull my pole free of my grip, and a heavy downpour of soaking rain.
After setting up and potting in some four loads of pellet, maggots and sweetcorn my first" bite" came some five minutes later, a missed indication that prooved to be on account of a tiny piece of decaying weed that was hooked up on account of a strong "tow" from left to right. A minor encumberance that never repeated itself and by placing my rig just upstream of where my freebees had settled my first real bite occurred as my bait was slowly rolling thro the area, a bream of some two plus pounds that suggested more to come.
The wind was fierce coming in short viscious squalls that sometimes had me replacing the rig in its intended place but despite the drawback bites when they happened were fairly positive and in most every case the culprits were bream of a much the same size as the first, great stuff for sure, I was really enjoying myself, a bream or maybe two then a lull in the proceedings which had me ringing the changes with the bait.
Sweetcorn and double red maggots took the majority of my fish but a redworm and single red cocktail brought me three fish when around three pm bites seemed to dry up for a half hour or so but along with several more pottings of mixed feed and a groundbait slop things came back together again but this time a couple of small rudd, a roach and out of nowhere an elastic stretching , absolutely ballistic ide-- maybe the biggest I had ever hooked--- had me reaching for another section of pole but --- too late--- the hookpulled, bu - - - r !!!!!.
The bream returned after that and at the same time so did the rain which hampered things slightly having to put the brolly up but no matter, it was over inside the hour which more or less co incided with our visit finnishing.
In total I had some twenty two or three very nice Bream that must have been some forty plus pounds in weight or therabouts along with two lost 'tween end of pole and waters edge.
With the shallow water some of them chose to fight in the air sooner than their natural environment which was quite dramatic to witness, heres hoping my benefactor will give me another chance to return in the not to distant future to the monastery pond, someone was certainly smiling on me from above.
No piks unfortunately, (Thank god thinks Gerry ).
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