Yesterday afternoon I went to have a go at the tench on the water we were planning to fish on Tuesday before the BF's new pole arrived.
Typically, he couldnt make it due to an appointment with the diabetic nurse so that left me to go down and see if I could winkle a fish out. Brother Simon will know the water....its Ricky Aquadrome complete with bloody water ski club.. Picked a decent looking spot and banged a couple of feeders out about 35 yds....one in-line block end,thd other a standard method feeder. Then spombed about a dozen missiles full of goodies out just in time for the bloody ski boat to go right ovet my spot ! Reasoning that the fish would be used to it by now I tried not to hurl abuse at every pass of the boat but I'm afraid I failed. Get a job I say.
I arrived about 1-ish and it wasnt until around 4 pm the maggot feeder rod roared off and I popped my cherry with a lovely tench of 6lb 5oz. Grumpy rocked up a little later to see how I was doing and he'd not been there 5 minutes before the other rod was away....maggot again a good scrap and this was another nice (male) tench of 5-11.
I felt certain I was good for another but despite spombing some maggot and hemp out I never had another bite though I did have a couple of liners. With the temp dropping rapidly I decided to give it best.
Very satisfied with that for a first go on a water I've never fished before. I'll definately be going back.
Why does it do this ?