I thought I'd have a change of scene and try and catch a barbel today, so I headed off east while it was still dark. I was feeling smug about being up and out so early. But 5 miles down the road I realised the leads were on the shelf. And a mile further on, it dawned on me the bucket of lobs was too. Feeder and pellet it is, then. It was still dark when I locked the gates and set off down the track to the river, and I was a bit surprised to see headlights in the mirror as someone else turned in. The level wasn't up as much as I'd hoped , but there was plenty of water on the track, and I feared the worst when the car, although 4 wheel drive, started to wheelspin on the muddy track and at one point slide towards the water.
As I stepped out of the car, the other car pulled up, and out stepped Steve. We'd chatted about lakes, rivers and whether, when and where, but left it open, and obviously come to the same decision independently. Great- the day was improving.
While Steve set up with float gear upstream, I chucked out a feeder. After a few raps and rattles, the culprit got himself hooked
And a short while after, a more decisive bite and a stubborn fight ended with this one.
It went 12.4 on Steve's scales, so knock some off for the net it was weighed in
Steve, meanwhile, had had a 2.5lb bream, a 4lb chub and a string of dace and perch on the float. Apart from a couple of chub raps,my swim had died. I decided to try and catch another barbel in what, at first glance looked like a suicidal swim - a short slack between trees in the water, with a canopy overhead just to complete the parrot cage. I was equipped for it though, with a Harrison Chimera Flood and Snag rod and 15lb line. I was getting fed up watching the rod top, but had no floats, so I improvised a rig with one of those foam blobs ( someone on FM posted about them a while back) set overdepth, with a couple of AAA on the bottom.
That sat nicely, and I fed the swim with small balls of the unused feeder groundbait,
I was just saying to Steve, who'd walked down for a chat, that it looks good, but it would be nice to see it go under, when it did, and this was the result, after a tour of the many nearby snags
We didn't weigh this one, which looked just a bit smaller than the first. I didn't expect to catch another, after all the commotion, so I was pleasantly surprised when the foam blob raced off again and a third barbel in double figures was bullied into the net
Oh. I was hoping to put up another beautiful barbel, but I'm told I've exceeded my quota. So I'll have to leave off the additional chub, too.
Never mind. I sat out all day in December without feeling cold, caught three double figure barbel and a couple of nice chub, and had an unexpected day out with Steve - who ended up with 50+ assorted fish. I'm sure I've put more than 3 pics in previous posts, but who cares.