flightliner
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I'm at one of those fishing crossroads at the moment, seasonal changes do that, totally unavoidable but the water I ,ve been fishing has pretty much switched off but with my lure gear still ready to use I decided at the last minute to give it another go for a perch instead of a pre planned barbel trotting session.
I decided to go late afternoon to see if dusk would throw one or two up to my rods as a couple of years ago it was "hot".
Four pm and my first cast with my slowly wound in lure was hit by a very fiesty pike that would have been hard pressed to make three lbs in my scales , but the hook was esily hand moved allowing me to move on a few minutes later.
Swim two and an even smaller pike hits the lure again along with several hits n misses soon after it was returned.
I settled behind a carp angler for a chat, partly sociable part killing time until the sun went below the skyline , the thought of more tiny pike wasnt ringing any bells at that moment, pretty as they are they wernt exactly my reasons for being there.
It was a good chat, an exchange of Trent pike venues is always usefull info and one that I will use later in the year and hopefully the both of us will profit from the conversation.
Fading light saw me moving down to the area that I had been reserving till last, one that I have done ok from in the past.
I worked my lures as best I could but nothing was forthcoming untill it was almost pitch black when fry , unseen untill then were suddenly appearing on the surface which was promising evidence of a predater maybe being present.
A cast beyond them was taken at the point just when it was travelling thro the shoal, a take so soft it could easily be mistaken for some weedy obstruction, a little pause then away went some underwater beast that was suddenly gone at the same moment.
Another pike, perch?, Impossible to say but I had to go, besides, it was really cold, hard to believe before the sun went down but now, with only a light summerwear on It was freezing.
I decided to go late afternoon to see if dusk would throw one or two up to my rods as a couple of years ago it was "hot".
Four pm and my first cast with my slowly wound in lure was hit by a very fiesty pike that would have been hard pressed to make three lbs in my scales , but the hook was esily hand moved allowing me to move on a few minutes later.
Swim two and an even smaller pike hits the lure again along with several hits n misses soon after it was returned.
I settled behind a carp angler for a chat, partly sociable part killing time until the sun went below the skyline , the thought of more tiny pike wasnt ringing any bells at that moment, pretty as they are they wernt exactly my reasons for being there.
It was a good chat, an exchange of Trent pike venues is always usefull info and one that I will use later in the year and hopefully the both of us will profit from the conversation.
Fading light saw me moving down to the area that I had been reserving till last, one that I have done ok from in the past.
I worked my lures as best I could but nothing was forthcoming untill it was almost pitch black when fry , unseen untill then were suddenly appearing on the surface which was promising evidence of a predater maybe being present.
A cast beyond them was taken at the point just when it was travelling thro the shoal, a take so soft it could easily be mistaken for some weedy obstruction, a little pause then away went some underwater beast that was suddenly gone at the same moment.
Another pike, perch?, Impossible to say but I had to go, besides, it was really cold, hard to believe before the sun went down but now, with only a light summerwear on It was freezing.