A walk on sunday to a large windswept lake had me making plans for a return trip with my tackle yesterday.
Up at daft o—clock to see my lawn covered in light frost as dawn broke didnt bode well for the coming day.
I was fishing a little before 8am after a long walk with my gear, the facing wind bore testament to the earier frost and I sorely regretted not having an extra warm layer of clothing but it was just about bearable.
Long range GB feeders with short hooklengths were the order of the day packed with chopped worm and dead maggots with a similar offering on the size 12 hook.
I figured the colder night would hamper any bites as my target Species of Tench would be slow to respond and it was 11am when my first bite occurred.
They really are a pleasure to see the first of the year. And the near 4lb one in my net was no exception.
Another followed an hour later, perhaps a little larger and one that I was convinced was a decant Bream giving no sign of it being green or red eyed, just holding bottom with an occasional bump.
Perhaps the strangest Tench I've ever had fightwise.
The cold by then was decidedly nithering and I was huddling deep into my hoody and old fishing jacket for warmth and decided I would be away for 3pm to negotiate some of the roadworks back near home.
Meantime other than a woman throwing sticks in tha water for her dog right beside me and wrecking both my lines by jumping about in front of me it was pretty quite grrrr
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I did have two line bites later but didnt strike deciding to leave the rod alone and half an hour later started to put some kit away when off roared the same rod that gave me the best Tench of the day, not weighed but a male of maybe just a little short of 5 lbs but if not I wasnt going to complain.
The long walk back to the car, the cold, both had me shattered by the time I got home so I was in bed asleep until 7—15pm then back at 11pm to sleep right thro the night, a rarity these days but it wont stop me going again.
Loved every minute, 'cept the cold!