Well I'm chuffed, over the moon, on cloud nine
Today was my first day back on running water after the closed season, holidays, rain/flooding and life in general getting in the way of my fishing. I couldn't be buggered to drag a load of gear down to the Thames so did my usual wandering the Wandle.
I fished this little river a lot last season and always did well with lots of decent dace, but no sniff of a chub or a barbel. Today I was determined to change that.
I set off early with minimal gear. I really enjoy this kind of minimal fishing; one rod & reel, no chair, no kitchen sink, just a pint of maggs, a small pot of truncheon meat and a blob of cheese paste. Even my mini rucksack was half empty.
Headed down to Earlsfield with the usual plan of walking the stretch between the station up to Colliers Wood tube to head home. It's always a joy seeing my fellow tube passengers faces when they sense maggot and fish slime in the air.
Blimey, when I got there the river was a right two and eight. Wandle Meadow completely flooded making some swims out of bounds, **** and nettles everywhere and loads of fallen trees.
First stop was opposite the allotments, a spot that a fellow angler had recommended as "chubby". Tried trickling in maggs, cheese paste, luncheon mate. Nothing.
A bit frustrated, I moved on to the dace stronghold near (as I call it) the christmas tree, which has more tackle in it than in Angling Direct. As expected, trickling in the maggs again and trotting a small float through very shallow (about a foot or so) saw plenty of decent dace. I love these little silver darts that fight so solidly for their size in the current.
As well as the dace, this little fella thought he could manage double maggot on a size 18:
After plenty of dace and helping some kids to reclaim their football with my landing net, I headed slightly back upstream to a known barbel spot. Switched to a small ledger with a couple of cubes of spam, chucked in some old groundbait I had in my bag and settled down to wait. As you can see, the swims here are really restricted. I always bring my 9ft Agility wand as that's about the longest rod you can fit under the trees. Even that is a nightmare. There is a tree right above my rod in this pic about 4 foot above the water:
So, the clock ticks by...I trickle in some more particles and start thinking about switching to bread (which is known to work well here). Just as I start to squidge some bread up with water, my rod tip trembles and then wraps around double.
Panic stations! Go! Drop bread, grab rod, strike, swear at over-hanging trees, play fish which is screaming off upstream, glance over shoulder to where landing net is almost out of reach, pull landing net over with outstretched foot, adjust clutch, swear at trees again...this goes on for sometime.:wh
Eventually I manage to get the fish up in the water and see that greeny-goldy flash as it shoots back down to the depths. Now my heart is beating like crazy. Eventually (after pretty much destroying the swim and bank) I get the net under my first Wandle barbel. As you can probably tell by the pic below I was quite happy

What I still don't know is how my bait box lid ended up in the landing net with my whiskered friend...
p.s. I know it's not a monster, but I feel today made me 10 years younger