Warning the next post also contains positive references to bream and explicit images of bream
Been back on the banks at the end of March sneaking a few hours in short sessions on my local canal and the fishing has been really good. Just a few pleasure sessions on light gear with wag and mag. First trip was behind some offices where after a slow start the fish came and it was all perch and roach, quality perch are always on my agenda down the cut as they pull so well so this one was more than welcome to kick off the proceedings
Being somewhere so urban has its bonuses and at lunchtime the scenery improved with some of the local office workers making the most of the sunshine. This included a nice Italian looking lady in far too high a heel for the towpath, she gave me a cheeky hello in passing and for a brief moment I thought I still had it but soon came to the conclusion I never did have it, whatever it is? Maybe 'It' is the smell of fish slime and bait flavourings, if that's the case I'm her man!. I carried on for another half hour catching a few more roach in the sun and it sure felt good to be out fishing as Italian lady passed again on the way back to work
The next trip saw me on another part of the G.U.C. nearby where the wind was chopping down the cut, here it was all skimmer bream and some nice roach, no perch but the fishing was good. The toilet facilities weren't though as it was so urban so I moved to spend a penny and try and find a spot out of the wind.
The next spot was just as good which surprised me as I spent an hour watching a match here the day before which looked very slow, the conditions were identical so I settled down on the basis it was a good spot for lunch. After a slowish start bream of all sizes obliged from tiny tin foil bream so thin you could shave with them to nice lumps which were pale due to the coloured water, here's one swimming away, felt around 3-4lb but when was the last time I weighed a bream?? Still like catching them though and canal bream go well at times.
The last trip was a family picnic job with dad and the missus, a round trip of an hour and a half to take dad somewhere ten minutes from my house. Dad hadn't caught a fish since October which i didn't realise so I made sure we all sat together so I could feed his line. I was set up before him so set about drawing the fish in as it was a new spot to me and the canal can be peggy this time of year. Took a few minutes to get a bite but first fish was a roach around 1lb which is a fantastic fish for the canal, long and lean but surprisingly heavy and fighting fit.
Next cast I'm into a a good perch which went like stink but poor old dad is still setting up in the background - oops!
After dad finally set up I spent much of the time helping him, feeling guilty that i'd had around 5lb of roach, perch and skimmers before he could wet a line. Thing is it's much harder to teach than it is to just fish and despite dad being in exactly the same spot with me feeding with the same bait the results were so different. His line was slightly heavier, hook slightly bigger, float slightly less sensitive, strike slightly slower etc nothing major but these were the slight marginal gains/disadvantages that left him with one roach and two bleak. Every time I dropped back in with my gear it was a fish a chuck mainly skimmers to 2lb and roach although they were getting smaller, shame dad didn't catch more but he loved getting out in the sun.
Sad thing is dad knows how to fish like this but has spent the last decade solely legering for barbel on an easy river, I like to think he's a bit rusty rather than losing it so we will be back and he knows he needs to tune his set up better, it's not as if I'm fishing ultra light, watch this space, go Dad!