Yesterday I've been fishing a small stream. On Thursday at school run time (which also is river check time) the levels had gone nearly back to normal, so I went to bed thinking of fishing. When I woke up the only thing I was thinking about was to go fishing, at midday I thought I must go fishing, early afternoon at last I could go. Yipii! A common feeling anyone?!
It's one of the little streams that I fly fished in the past, surely not a heavily stocked river but I love those confidential places. There are miles of those micro-rivers. The plan was to set the rig in a swim, leave it for 10 minutes then move and so on. I suppose the chub doesn't move much especially in winter but I don't know.
So after taking my painkiller I was there. Just to notice I had forgotten a section of the rod in the car. Ok, another 30 minutes walk!
It was really muddy, slippery, and I remembered a recent tragedy in UK, so feeling already a bit wobbly I became very slow and careful...
A 75 gr cage feeder was necessary to hold the ground...
On the hook, 2 Dudules, and on a hair 1 piece of emmental, 2 or 3 pieces of punched bread:
Why? Well I don't know, carpe diem for the chub today!!
In the cage, liquidised bread with a handful of liquidised vitalin. Why? Well I don't know, carpe diem for the chub today!!!
A few tip movements about 10 minutes later:
About an hour later, before dust, and again after less than 10 minutes, a bigger one of 52 cm. It gave a good fight!
This is when I noticed that AGAIN the Drennan tip had broken! As my little one would say: Oh nooo, not that agaiiin!
Have a good Sunday everyone.