I’ve just had the cheekiest session I reckon I’ve ever had and not least for the unlikely mix of fish
I fished alone yesterday as it was my mate’s wife’s birthday meaning he couldn’t make it and I hadn’t planned on going out today until he began to get withdrawal symptoms and rang me mid-morning to say he was off barbelling and did I want to tag along?
Does the Pope wear a silly hat?
I didn’t fancy the barbel though and instead got some lure gear together and I was collected around midday before arriving at the river on a blissful afternoon weather wise.
As he was fishing a single swim I left him to it and set off roving for a good few hours and didn’t do too bad with a couple of chub around the 2 – 3lb mark, two small jacks and a small perch…
Anyway…
Upon my return my mate was doing ok with a barbel of around 5lbs and a couple of chub to which he added another later but this is where it gets really cheeky.
As I was about beat I decided I’d tackle down and sit behind my mate and watch for the last hour, I’d actually broken the rod down when he nodded at the bait box and casually said “help yourself to a bit of meat if you fancy a go
…”.
At first I declined without giving it any real consideration but then I glanced at a piece of water literally yards away upriver before changing my mind and taking up his offer but, bearing in mind I had minimal gear with me as I had taken the lure gear, it was a bit of an improvisation.
I re-rigged the Greys GRX-I spinning rod (which I can now vouch for as an excellent barbel picker) and tied on a size 6 hook which was one of the few things I hadn’t taken out of my waistcoat along with my shot dispenser and I lightly pinched two AAA onto the line around ten inches from the hook which I then baited with my “borrowed” meat before moving into position and with a gentle underarm flick the bait plopped in the water right on the desired spot a few feet away and I watched as the line slowly drifted around whilst it settled.
I literally had time to position the landing net a bit closer before the slack bow in the line pulled straight and progressed into the rod blank in typical fashion and, to the utter disbelief of my mate, I was into a nice barbel of around 9lbs within seconds!
Duly unhooked, rested and recovered I slipped her back and put in again and remember saying “It’ll go again” and shortly afterwards it did and another nice barbel, this time around 8lbs, was in the net.
I won’t repeat what was coming at me verbally from just downstream but suffice to say it was all in good humour!!!
After resting and returning this fish I think I had a quick cast that came to nothing as I’d had a couple of taps which worried me that the soft meat had come off before I then put in again but didn’t even bother to put the rod down this time and instead held it for around a minute or so before it was nearly wrenched from my hands with another barbel around 9lb again…
Amazing!
After returning this last fish I looked over to see rod sections sliding into their cloth bag and realised how dark it was getting and so I too called it a day…
A very cheeky day :w