Had a weekend in the land of Kent where I was hoping to bag a couple of new rivers and visit an old one but the weather had other ideas. On the way down we stopped off on a stretch of the River Darent I had always wanted to try but hadn't got round to despite it being only an hour away. It was still really blowy but it was out of the wind which had kicked up a lot of mess during the night, the river being very shallow and low was full of leaves and the footpath was covered in branches.
The first hole where I spotted fish was around a foot deep so it was a matchstick job rather than a conventional float, I'd fine tuned the matchstick aproach over the summer so that my 'stick' now has a coat of varnish to stop it taking on water and a bright float rubber furthest from the hook so that it's still visible when it slowly sinks in those slower swims under the weight of a solitary no8. This proved effective as ever and a nice chub and perch both around a pound graced the net. A few more chub followed in swim which was so shallow I almost walked past it, leaves everywhere on the bottom and not even 10 inches deep, no fish were visible but they were there and it was small stream magic, long lean shallow water chub barely 2lb but a fine fish considering the shallow water and low Autumn sun.
A foray to the end of the stretch revealed a spot under a tree over two foot deep! Here it was mainly roach and perch and a change to float showed how effective the matchstick actually was. This was really the only proper swim in half a mile of river but that's small river fishing and for me it's always worth the effort having a walk along these rivers with a few maggots and limited expectation.
The weekend saw a total washout, I had to see the funny side of booking a holiday during the driest year ever to coincide with 30hrs non stop heavy rain and this meant no trip to the Canterbury Stour as it wouldn't be fair on the missus, turns out Ramsgate has an impressive Wetherspoons so it wasn't all bad.
I had planned to try a small river in Dover called the River Dour, it had fish in it but there was signs on the riverside boards which said "Please No fishing" and" Fishing leaves litter that is dangerous to wildlife" I looked in a bit by a supermarket which I could have fished if allowed, I also would have cleaned up the litter whilst I was there which was in the small weir floating about, there must have been well over 100 different items of litter from the general public, perhaps even 200, I wondered if that was harmful to wildlife too as I was leaving the River Dour feeling Dour. Another reccie on a drain near Sandwich saw a walk along a water which at best held an eel or two but was covered in duckweed and looked stagnant, I know these waters can be seasonal and the fish can move miles so I will return one day, you win some you lose some.
The trip home saw the end of the rain so I'm stopping off to fish the East Stour in Ashford whilst the missus goes shopping, fishing it blind it was surprising to see that the East Stour carried all the water where it met the Great Stour, the latter being a tiny weed filled stream although the extra water was giving the lillies a hard time. Finding a spot to fish on East Stour was hard as the banks were high and overgrown, if the locals were fishing this river they weren't doing it here, there were no signs saying I couldn't fish it so I thought whether I should give it a go? You bet I would, so I set up in a park.
Finding the fish was hard, it took over an hour as small rivers are much easier to learn when the water is low as the 'holes' are easier to find. I was trying many a likely looking spot only to find I was dragging green stuff up every run fishing areas that are usually choked with weed, even with the extra water many areas were still shallow but it was hard to tell with the water so coloured and running fast. Much of the river was also much too channelled and straight offering no refuge in flood, give me a digger, some deflectors and cart blanche and I'd increase the fish population tenfold and lessen the chance of flooding, bold claim but my thoughts wondered as I wondered around fishless watching the Eurostar zoom by in the distance.
I finally found a swim where some rushes offered cover, tramping over brambles and nettles and fishing a high bank where It came in handy having a net handle that's almost twice as long as my rod. It was actually a good few hours fishing catching plenty of roach, dace and small chub even if it was awkward and hard work. It was still an adventure and better than shopping.