We went off in the camper to the River Charente in the Cognac area on Friday for a weekend away. The forecast was 26C and for once it was right. Sunny all weekend. Sadly the previous week's rain had not put any colour in the river. The river is crystal clear and that put paid to my hopes for any barbel.
I had my usual two travel rods; a JW Quiver / Avon and the heavier Youngs Barbel version. Bait was a few tins of sweetcorn plus pellets and some home made boilies. However, when we got to the lock where we were parking up I got the idea that there might be some stripeys hiding around the lock gates so I took a rod rest and did a bit of worm charming and managed to tempt 6 wiry lob type worms to the surface.
Larry didn't have any success luring any perch from the lock gates and decided to make his own way in life shortly after when I was casting to the far side of the canal section. Bernard didn't fare much better. He only lasted half a dozen casts. Damned barbless hooks! Big Barry, the largest of my brood tangled himself in some roots and cost me a hook. That left me with one good sized worm and two little 'uns. Albert was dispatched to the edge of some weeds a few seconds after I had noticed a swirl in the very location. Six seconds later he was engulfed by a 6oz bait robbin' chub
Naturally I moved from the scene of the crime, to the other side of the lock gates where Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum were paired up and cast into a gap in the ever increasing leaf raft. The float quivered and dipped and my task was complete. It was about 26oz less than the 2lb fish I had hoped for but a perch nonetheless so a victory was claimed. Only the second I can remember catching since coming to France and the first by design.
A quick ruffle through the bag revealed a small (1") plug and that was used to work the area near to the lock gates for a total result of one hook up and loss and one knock but nothing landed.
Next afternoon, despite having searched the river for 2km each way in vain for les barbeaux I spent a fruitless 3 hours ledgering in the main current of the river using pellets and sweetcorn without even a knock. So I decided to make some inroads into the huge numbers of roach that could be seen, some hanging like ships at anchor and other cruising sedately up and down the canal arm downstream of the lock. Banded 4mm pellet was found acceptable to the gardons of the Charente and I amused myself all evening getting nearly as many bites from mozzies and midgies as roachies.