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I got out the door at half two this avvey and set off up the road to the river for a trotting session.
The river had been up about 2 1/2 ft overnight and dropped back down again but was still a few inches up on my previous visit. The water was a wierd grey colour and full of particles so the clarity wasn't good.
My bait was a pint of reach red and white maggots, I know I should have taken some corn but I just couldn't be bothered to go and get it out the freezer. Target species was anything that obliged and maggots catch pretty much everything in the river.
I waked about a mile to my first run and from the forst trott through I did ok catching a number of small chub to about a pound and dace to about 12 ounce. Once i'd got bored there I walked about half a mile to a glide. I left my gear there and went scoping out some secret swims in a very awkward place to get to, infact that half of the river is totally out of sight from my side being behind an island covered in trees and undergrowth and being at the base of a steep cliff like banking on the other side. The water looks unfished and probably is as for the biggest part of the time the place is impossible to get to. As I sneaked through the undergrowth which was well over my head I came to the other side and poked my head out for a look, first thing I saw was a barbel jump clean out the water straight across from me and beneath a overhanging tree! ...."i'll be back" I said to myself as I slipped back into the jungle
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I made my way back to my gear and before I got going fishing I emptied my waders and brushed myself off as I was full of sticky seeds, nettle stings and insect bites after my adventure across the secret island lol.
Once I started fishing a barbel angler I know came walking along the bank and I let him drop in 60yds down stream of me since I only wanted to trott in the choppy faster water anyhow. Once I started fishing I was getting a dace, a chub or roach a trott, best chub was probably close to 6lb and I had a chunky roach which i'd guestimate at being about 1 1/2lb so I was quite happy
. My barbel fishing friend had got jacked off watching me winding fish in and he wound in his feeder and marched off downstream to another nice bit of water below. Even though I was still catching fish I had got bored again and moved back downstream about 150yds above the barbel angler to a smootth glide where i've had hundreds of barbel and cub over the last few years. First trott through produced a chub of about a pound which was a good start but despite catching lots of dace and chub in the glide I didn't catch anything bigger than that first chub of a pound.
By this time hunger pangs came on strong which made my mind up to wind in and make a move home.
All in all an enjoyable trotting session and tonight i'll most likely be dreaming of those hidden swims behind the island
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The river had been up about 2 1/2 ft overnight and dropped back down again but was still a few inches up on my previous visit. The water was a wierd grey colour and full of particles so the clarity wasn't good.
My bait was a pint of reach red and white maggots, I know I should have taken some corn but I just couldn't be bothered to go and get it out the freezer. Target species was anything that obliged and maggots catch pretty much everything in the river.
I waked about a mile to my first run and from the forst trott through I did ok catching a number of small chub to about a pound and dace to about 12 ounce. Once i'd got bored there I walked about half a mile to a glide. I left my gear there and went scoping out some secret swims in a very awkward place to get to, infact that half of the river is totally out of sight from my side being behind an island covered in trees and undergrowth and being at the base of a steep cliff like banking on the other side. The water looks unfished and probably is as for the biggest part of the time the place is impossible to get to. As I sneaked through the undergrowth which was well over my head I came to the other side and poked my head out for a look, first thing I saw was a barbel jump clean out the water straight across from me and beneath a overhanging tree! ...."i'll be back" I said to myself as I slipped back into the jungle
I made my way back to my gear and before I got going fishing I emptied my waders and brushed myself off as I was full of sticky seeds, nettle stings and insect bites after my adventure across the secret island lol.
Once I started fishing a barbel angler I know came walking along the bank and I let him drop in 60yds down stream of me since I only wanted to trott in the choppy faster water anyhow. Once I started fishing I was getting a dace, a chub or roach a trott, best chub was probably close to 6lb and I had a chunky roach which i'd guestimate at being about 1 1/2lb so I was quite happy
By this time hunger pangs came on strong which made my mind up to wind in and make a move home.
All in all an enjoyable trotting session and tonight i'll most likely be dreaming of those hidden swims behind the island
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