Friday just gone I went after a barbel or two on the Trent.After two days of hard work with the hemp n tare for a total of eight roach-- one on day one and seven on day two, tidal and non tidal respectively--- it seemed prudent to wait a little longer for the river to colour up and rise after a little rain before trying the seed again.
I arrived a little later than anticipated having been delayed in my tackle shop but eventually began about eleven o clock.
I was the only guy on the reach which giving the conditions and it being a weekday was understandable, its nice when you have any water to yourself, no interuptions and no fish , then no one to blame is what my old mentor used to tell me.
Anyway, I opted for the float, so, running a large swan and balsa avon downstream and feeding a few maggots every second run down it was soon evident that my choice of tare the two previous outings was a bad mistake, my three /four red maggots on a ten hook were being mushed by small roach ever cast, with an occasional one coming to hand, very frustrating, so a change to three red plastic imitations looking like the three legged symbol of the isle of man was a suitable deterant and hopefully tempting enough for a barbel or two.
It started to rain and I realised I had stupidly left my army goretex overcoat in my other ruckie so had little choice but to retreat to my car for a little while until it stopped.
Half an hour later I step back to the gear and after some ten minutes or so the float dissapears and after adour struggle I slid the net under a barbel that would likely be around eight pounds or so , nice, back it went after slipping out the barbless hook and some three trots down anothe smaller barbel hits the plastic and the landing net-I, m on a roll!!
Short lived as it rains again and the car seat gets another warming!!.
Back again and my next fish is bigger, no longer a fight than my first but easy to feel by its reluctance to rise off the deck but netted it deserved the scales which swung round to ten- four--- nice one.
one more fish of some five pounds and the rain returns , heavy er this time and so I reluctantly decide to pack in and head homewards if the rain hasnt stopped when I, near a club lake that I ocasionally try with the lure rod for a perch or two.
Fortunately the rain wasnt long lived so I swung the car eastwards and headed lakeside.
My little lure rod-- a tiny Fox micro something or other along with a few lures and bits and bobs is usuallywith me at this time of year as perch can often be seen crashing thro the fry. All exciting stuff and not to be sniffed at, so, within minutes of locking the gate behind me I , m casting around having first discouraged three comorants from the lake-- awful things-- And it wasnt long before I had a good take that failed to connect, encouraged, I played on but with no more response so decided to have a break for a banana and to rest my back--- standing on those Trent rocks is ruddy hard work these days----.
While enjoying my mini break a large gathering of fry could be seen breaking the surface some fifteen yards to my right so decided to try for whatever was causing the commotion, bingo-- a big perch-- the top edge of the scales needle just touching the three lb mark, a dramme or two short but I went home happy.