I decided on a trip to the tidal Trent yesterday.
The tide was to turn seaward at approx' 11-30 am but I was there for 9-30 as I wanted a chat with a friend before setting up my gear.
I was set up around 10—30am after my meet, gear was groundbait feeder borrowed from my friend after finding out that I'd left my box full of them on the garage floor?.
A few taps and knocks before the river went back seawards gave me hope of more when it did.
I was'nt dissapointed, but when it stood motionless for its obligatory 5 or ten minutes I pulted some four or five pults of pellets to hopefully settle in my chosen area of riverbed.
My first cast produced a solid thump on my q/tip rod but no fish, no matter, it was early doors and some three, maybe four casts later my rod end hooped over
and I could feel the signs of my target specie of roach, and a very nice one too— a nice start, not weighed but certainly over a lb and when returning it the other rod tip told me another fish was more than interested, not as big as the first, maybe 12 oz but I wasnt complaining.
It was patchy afterwards but a lost fish and another smaller roach and Bream of a lb or so kept me hoping for more bites, sadly around 4pm they dried up for an hour or so,
I took a break for a drink sandwhich and fruit and back on the rod bites were much more prolific then earlier, so much so that I decided to put one rod behind me and just use the one in a pretend alert matchman mode.
It seemed to work as I had two fish in two casts, both nice plump roach a half lb at best.
Time was pressing now and I decided to pack up when my groundbait ran out —maybe 3 or 4 casts at best.
Second one in and bare seconds later the tip bangs over and I can feel what is possibly my best roach of the day, it was pulling really hard but then things just went solid, was it snagged on a rock— no, A big pike had taken my fish!
I played it for some 3 or 4 minutes and it seemed then to wake up and put some 3 swims between the both of us, a long long way to bring back on a 16 wide gape hook and a 5 lb line!
It took what seemed an age but maybe half way back the pike released its victim and it was fighting as well as b4 it was ambushed.
Almost there, me ready with the landing net and the pike returned and took my fish a second time! Noooooooo,!
It took off again forcing me to dig my heels in, I refused to be beaten now after so much effort and some 5 minutes later there she was in full view, roach across its jaws in a typical attack mode 3 feet down in very clear water, and what a pike, big didnt describe it,, huge was a much better word, a rough guess would suggest twenty plus but I wa not to find out as maybe 3foot from my waiting net it flared its gills, let go of the roach and dissapeared out of sight.
To be honest my only dissapointment was the sorry state of the roach, badly mauled it was dead, on the scales it went 1—6 !!
The pik was the first roach of the day!