John Aston
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A mild day, the river running at 4.5 metres less than last week and the chance to catch my first fish of 2021 . My quarry was chub - I'd have preferred trotting for grayling but I'd struggle to term my grayling river as local, so I decided to avoid the risk of public shaming for ..err...having sat in the car for another 20 minutes each way.
12 Ft Drennan Avon , 6lb Maxima and a quarter/ half ounce bomb - with a Kamasan B983 size 4 on Reflo hooklength . Bloody great lump of blue cheese mix (with fish sauce , turmeric and olive oil ) on a pad of crust. I was shocked to get a knock first chuck - I wouldn't have been 10 years ago but there are not as many chub locally now . Obviously I missed it , but two swims later , a lovely stab- stab- wallop bite and a good scrap with a feisty chub of 4-7 , a little above average for here . Ironically , that would have been fish of the season when I started fishing the Swale, back in the Pre Cambrian era , when dinosaurs stalked the earth , puffing Embassy Regal and driving Escort Vans .
Two more swims, in one of which I fell a*** over t*** on the incredibly slippy mud , but managed no bites, and then a perfect crease swim to finish off. I'd only just poured the last coffee when I had an unmissable chub bite - which I missed , obvs .
But how nice to be out - I'd been enjoying my daily 2-5 mile walks but you see more when you fish. I had buzzards wheeling and mewing , moorhens busy in the margins , a big flock of fieldfares on the far bank and a sparrow hawk sitting 20 feet away .
Sanity restored .
12 Ft Drennan Avon , 6lb Maxima and a quarter/ half ounce bomb - with a Kamasan B983 size 4 on Reflo hooklength . Bloody great lump of blue cheese mix (with fish sauce , turmeric and olive oil ) on a pad of crust. I was shocked to get a knock first chuck - I wouldn't have been 10 years ago but there are not as many chub locally now . Obviously I missed it , but two swims later , a lovely stab- stab- wallop bite and a good scrap with a feisty chub of 4-7 , a little above average for here . Ironically , that would have been fish of the season when I started fishing the Swale, back in the Pre Cambrian era , when dinosaurs stalked the earth , puffing Embassy Regal and driving Escort Vans .
Two more swims, in one of which I fell a*** over t*** on the incredibly slippy mud , but managed no bites, and then a perfect crease swim to finish off. I'd only just poured the last coffee when I had an unmissable chub bite - which I missed , obvs .
But how nice to be out - I'd been enjoying my daily 2-5 mile walks but you see more when you fish. I had buzzards wheeling and mewing , moorhens busy in the margins , a big flock of fieldfares on the far bank and a sparrow hawk sitting 20 feet away .
Sanity restored .