theartist
Well-known member
Just got back from a really cold session on a local river where I had the place to myself well sort of!
Started in a spot which is usually good but failed to get a bite, which was the outcome in the next two swims although the robins were feeding well even if the fish weren't. Finally managed a nice roach and a chub in a nice glide under some trees so it was time for lunch knowing I was on to some fish at last. Trouble was after lunch I couldn't buy a bite as the flow increased and with it came some dirty looking water.
I then wandered downstream trying various spots with no joy before returning to the one spot on the whole stretch where I had the bites in the hope of winkling out a couple more.
This time though I was getting a fish a chuck with quality roach and half decent chub suddenly on the feed like a switch had been turned on. All the commotion bought a visitor on the far bank in the shape of a heron, and as the river is only a rod length wide I got a nice photo of it looking at me without needing any zoom. Trouble was It wasn't me he was interested in!
Carrying on with the fishing the next chub saw all mannner of commotion with the heron trying to take it off the surface as I played it, this happened the next three times and heaven knows how I kept getting bites with the heron flapping about. The crafty sod knew when a fish was on as soon as I struck and would run up the bank before taking off and this would have all been rather perturbing were it not so bizarre. Getting the camera out again I thought I'll get a good shot of it close up in the air right in front of me thinking it will back off when I stand up, boy was I wrong as the heron took my roach which you can just make out in the photo.
The worse thing was despite disappearing into the woods with a good fish, the heron was back within ten minutes and with him stalking the far bank again I decided to call it a day.
Started in a spot which is usually good but failed to get a bite, which was the outcome in the next two swims although the robins were feeding well even if the fish weren't. Finally managed a nice roach and a chub in a nice glide under some trees so it was time for lunch knowing I was on to some fish at last. Trouble was after lunch I couldn't buy a bite as the flow increased and with it came some dirty looking water.
I then wandered downstream trying various spots with no joy before returning to the one spot on the whole stretch where I had the bites in the hope of winkling out a couple more.
This time though I was getting a fish a chuck with quality roach and half decent chub suddenly on the feed like a switch had been turned on. All the commotion bought a visitor on the far bank in the shape of a heron, and as the river is only a rod length wide I got a nice photo of it looking at me without needing any zoom. Trouble was It wasn't me he was interested in!
Carrying on with the fishing the next chub saw all mannner of commotion with the heron trying to take it off the surface as I played it, this happened the next three times and heaven knows how I kept getting bites with the heron flapping about. The crafty sod knew when a fish was on as soon as I struck and would run up the bank before taking off and this would have all been rather perturbing were it not so bizarre. Getting the camera out again I thought I'll get a good shot of it close up in the air right in front of me thinking it will back off when I stand up, boy was I wrong as the heron took my roach which you can just make out in the photo.
The worse thing was despite disappearing into the woods with a good fish, the heron was back within ten minutes and with him stalking the far bank again I decided to call it a day.