I've been enjoying fishing the stick on the lower Derwent, but I hardly seem to have caught a fish without an adipose fin in the last 3 or 4 trips, so yesterday I did a bit more planning than I usually bother with. Where can I catch a few chub ? I asked the local tackle dealer, who directed me to a stretch of the Derwent 10 miles upstream. I bought casters and strong small hooks, and sorted out all the gear to fish a waggler down the middle of the beautiful, tree-lined, steepsided stretch. But I realised this morning I'd left the hooks on the shop counter, so I dug some liquidised bread out of the freezer, flavoured a few slices of bread, swapped the float gear for a light feeder rod and set off. At 12.30 pm, when I arrived, the light levels felt like 4pm and the air was completely still.
I chose a peg with a big tree over and a long glide below.
It did indeed look perfect for the float, but never mind; there's always another day. I set up a small cage feeder and picked a spot at the edge of the tree canopy 2/3 over. I had a feeling, the river so low and the day so still, that no matter how carefully I fished, underarming and feathering in the lightest feeder I could get away with, it would be a case of a couple of bites followed by a chub disappearance.
And that was how it went. Chub 1 turned up at 1pm
and chub 2 at 1.15. After that, it all went quiet until a couple of grayling got involved at 2.30.
At 3pm, I packed up and headed off to beat the traffic, even though I might have caught a couple more at twilight. Not quite the day on the float I'd imagined, but I wasn't too bothered – this stretch is in Derbyshire proper, with stone buildings, tree-lined banks, and - apart from the comfy platforms – the feel of a wild river. Kingfishers had been passing in pairs, and groups of tits and finches worked their way up and down both banks.
Sorry about the pic links. Postimage isn't working in Chrome; I thought it was working in Internet Explorer, but evidently not. Or maybe it is.
I chose a peg with a big tree over and a long glide below.
It did indeed look perfect for the float, but never mind; there's always another day. I set up a small cage feeder and picked a spot at the edge of the tree canopy 2/3 over. I had a feeling, the river so low and the day so still, that no matter how carefully I fished, underarming and feathering in the lightest feeder I could get away with, it would be a case of a couple of bites followed by a chub disappearance.
And that was how it went. Chub 1 turned up at 1pm
and chub 2 at 1.15. After that, it all went quiet until a couple of grayling got involved at 2.30.
At 3pm, I packed up and headed off to beat the traffic, even though I might have caught a couple more at twilight. Not quite the day on the float I'd imagined, but I wasn't too bothered – this stretch is in Derbyshire proper, with stone buildings, tree-lined banks, and - apart from the comfy platforms – the feel of a wild river. Kingfishers had been passing in pairs, and groups of tits and finches worked their way up and down both banks.
Sorry about the pic links. Postimage isn't working in Chrome; I thought it was working in Internet Explorer, but evidently not. Or maybe it is.
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