I fished for a bit yesterday on the old canal, but I'll skip over that. It was a hot afternoon, and I foolishly went too early, so I was packing up when I really should have been arriving, at about 5.30pm. I caught a few, but it was in the "worst" period in a beautiful day - when the heat seems to generate squalls and gusts of wind that funnel along the canal and blow everything all over the place. I wasn't really feeling it, as young people say, for another reason. The anglers I had to walk past to get to a free peg - it was a bank holiday after all - were particularly sh@t-faced about making room on the towpath, even though I asked them nicely, and made a pantomime out of shifting their poles, rollers, roosts, landing net handles and other debris out of the way. I've fished pole since they were imported in the 70's. but I don't turn the area round my peg into a scrapyard and resent people trying to pass. Funny, as all the older guys - these were 30-40 yr olds - I've met since joining this club have been so friendly. Whatever. One to forget.
Another hot, cloudless day today, so I got to the tench lake at 4pm. I felt I was due one of the comfy flat swims, but there were three blokes there. They weren't catching and all the willow fluff was building up a thick coating on the surface. The bank opposite also had a wide white belt visible from 100 yards away. So I was condemned to the most awkward swim on the lake - clear of fluff and the wind behind - for the second time this summer
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What the picture doesn't show are the trees which meet overhead, ruling out the long rod and pin I was hoping to fish. I've had this cute little reel for a couple of years, and never got around to using it
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But you can only fish the pole on this swim. It's the only thing that will fit under the trees, and even then you can't ship it back. There's only room to put one section on your landing net. I put the rig on I used last time in this swim. The water was 3 inches lower. I took 3 inches off the depth, plumbed to check, fed a conker size ball of ground bait and half a dozen maggots, and the first tench was on its way in
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The owner came round for his money. How am I doing? I'm alright now, but how I'm going to get back up there is a different matter. I was only half joking, so I was pleased to hear him say he'd check if I needed a hand later. The fishing, though, made the effort worthwhile. I usually start off counting fish here, but invariably lose count. Today, I kept count.... 10, 20, 30, 40, 50. When you're catching every put in, when do you stop? I have a birthday this month so I thought, right, I'll stop at 64. That seemed apt, in a poetic way. But then I thought, pack up at 64? Not sure I like that, so I had a few more casts and there were 75 tench ( and two perch; a mixed bag) in the net at the end, though only a couple would make 2lb. At about 7.30, when I'd scrambled everything back up top, and I was watching the sun go down while my nets dried, the owner, true to his word, turned up to see if I needed a hand. These are the kind of people I like to meet when I'm fishing, and luckily, charmless baboons are a rarity.