This is a bit of a special one for me, not least because it is the result of a friendship forged through FM.
My host and I had been talking about this for some months and so when the opportunity of a day’s fishing together finally arose I naturally jumped at it, especially as it was with an angler who I personally hold in very high regard.
To that effect I was out of the house early doors this morning under a blissful blue sky with wall to wall sunshine and I arrived at our meeting point early, early enough in fact to walk the few yards back to the small bridge over the crystal clear river below where three nice chub were holding in the current and I was soon back to the car to fish out my bag of casters before flicking a few in.
By the time my host had arrived so had a pike…
Once we had both finished drooling it was back in the car to follow him the relatively short distance to the lake where we would be spending the day, a very sporting gesture I thought considering he would have to answer for bringing riff raff like myself onto the fishery and after a good look around both sides we settled on a couple of nice sociable swims beside each other.
A simple, light dibber set up again right off the rod tip with chopped worm was the chosen method and for the first couple of hours or so it was slow going but along with the rain came the fish and then things really picked up, it was also at this point when my fears that my host had been down the evening before and chucked a few bars of soap into my swim whilst he pre-baited his own had finally subsided.
A nice perch was the first to succumb to the worm followed later by a couple of bream which prompted smiles along with comments of how much Jerry and Clive would have appreciated them

)) and then I hit into something far more solid.
After a rather subdued fight (which was a good thing really as I was on a 2lb 10oz hooklink) my host did an exceptional netting job on a nice mirror which tipped the scales at 17lb 4oz and I was pretty made up…
I also distinctly remember my host saying that I had managed to make it look much smaller in the picture than what it had done for real, or it might have been the other way around :wh
Following that I managed to lose a couple of fish, one which weeded me and the other to a failed hook knot even though I’d landed the earlier big fish on it and I then managed a few more bream, another decent perch and another nice carp which I had hooked fair and square in the mouth but somehow during the fight the hook had slipped and embedded in its pectoral fin instead (a-herm, splutter, cough) which also explained why it gave me the run around over half the lake.
A couple more bream followed and by this time it was getting on for six thirty, it had now been raining steadily for a few hours and so we finally decided to call it a day, from my point of view I had been put onto some very nice fish and even taking those out of the equation it had been a great day with a world well and truly put to rights and a good laugh along the way… Testament to the fact that we were still gabbing at eight o’clock!
To say I was ready for a cold beer was an understatement and like the fishing and the company itself it left a very sweet taste... I’m very much looking forward to the return leg when I can return the gesture.
Cheers
Flightliner, here’s to a cracking day! :w :w :w