sam vimes
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Ding, ding, round three.
Wasn't planning to go today, the windy forecast put me right off. However, the nice warm sunshine changed my mind.
Went to the same stretch of river but plumped for a different peg. In theory, the forecasted wind would be an upstreamer. It didn't quite work out that way and the fishing was difficult. I wan't helped by choosing to use a closed face reel (in an attempt to deal with the wind) which decided to play up a bit. I struggled to get twenty dace and a single perch before giving in and moving.
The next peg was far easier to fish, despite the swirly strong breeze. A bit more depth and flow certainly helped. It also allowed me to ditch the waggler in favour of the long rod and centrepin.
The move worked a treat, catching fish from the off. Ended up with seventy dace and a single perch. It was also the scene of one of the most incredible fishing experience I've ever had.
I was playing a rather nice grayling. It went on long enough for me to idly wonder if I was going to break the 2lb mark, and where my scales were in my bag. Eventually working the fish upstream, I was just thinking about picking up my landing net when I heard a plop, looked round and saw a trail of bubbles making a beeline for the grayling. The fish hit the surface, closely followed by a big whiskery nose and a fine set of teeth. It's official, otters don't half pull! I played it for a little while then had to clamp up as it headed under some upstream nearside undergrowth. Thankfully, I got a full rig back, but the otter got his tea. After about half an hour the cheeky sod came back through my swim and briefly sat on the bank about ten yards downstream of me. The only saving grace was that it didn't seem to put the dace off at all.
Wasn't planning to go today, the windy forecast put me right off. However, the nice warm sunshine changed my mind.
Went to the same stretch of river but plumped for a different peg. In theory, the forecasted wind would be an upstreamer. It didn't quite work out that way and the fishing was difficult. I wan't helped by choosing to use a closed face reel (in an attempt to deal with the wind) which decided to play up a bit. I struggled to get twenty dace and a single perch before giving in and moving.
The next peg was far easier to fish, despite the swirly strong breeze. A bit more depth and flow certainly helped. It also allowed me to ditch the waggler in favour of the long rod and centrepin.
The move worked a treat, catching fish from the off. Ended up with seventy dace and a single perch. It was also the scene of one of the most incredible fishing experience I've ever had.
I was playing a rather nice grayling. It went on long enough for me to idly wonder if I was going to break the 2lb mark, and where my scales were in my bag. Eventually working the fish upstream, I was just thinking about picking up my landing net when I heard a plop, looked round and saw a trail of bubbles making a beeline for the grayling. The fish hit the surface, closely followed by a big whiskery nose and a fine set of teeth. It's official, otters don't half pull! I played it for a little while then had to clamp up as it headed under some upstream nearside undergrowth. Thankfully, I got a full rig back, but the otter got his tea. After about half an hour the cheeky sod came back through my swim and briefly sat on the bank about ten yards downstream of me. The only saving grace was that it didn't seem to put the dace off at all.
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