Well it was chilly Saturday morning and yesterday was even chillier. Fishing the Wendover arm in Tring I drew the noisy peg behind the flour mill...
The roach which are normally numerous in this area were not having it like normal, everyone struggled for bites.
The weights were pitiful with just 4lb+ winning.
I couldn’t even muster a pound!
This morning I decided to go down to Croxley green where there’s usually a good bit of roach fishing. I started off around 9am and all was quiet and tranquil until the owner of the boat moored opposite me decided to sand down his paintwork.
Not the gentle sound of hand and sandpaper but a bloody electric sander! Grrrrr. Power tools are the bain of my life when I’m fishing so I moved down the bank 100yds.
The owner of the red boat opposite also has a penchant for power tools but he seemed to be ashore somewhere thank god...
I started on waggler and maggot across to his boat feeding hemp and pinkies. I soon started catching roach and felt better for it. Around midday his car appeared, he opened his shed and took out an extending power cable, oh no I groaned.
Luckily it was for something silent so panic over.
He seemed a bit worried seeing me cast across near his pristine boat, even more so when I catapulted maggots his way. He soon disappeared into his cabin but I could see him looking out of a window at my float. Rather than risk upsetting him I moved my float up and started down the middle.
I changed to caster tripping the bottom in the lazy tow, this resulted in some lovely roach.
I had a few on tares as well, all good sized roach..
Matey reappeared later and to my relief started doing some silent maintenance to his topsides.
All went well and I continued catching prime roach until his neighbour came out with a flipping flymow ffs!!!
That was it for me, that and the distant sander was enough to send me packing.
At least I had a fair crack at the roach.....