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Roach Obsession Diary. 6.45pm 13/1/2021
JUST talking about fishing tonight, and a real 13th and no mistake. After Monday’s chub, hope springs eternal, so I was out there for three hours once the frost lifted. I’d gone alone in the rain and had moved six times down the top straight. Not a sniff of a fish, and the flake on a size 10 didn’t even raise a crayfish. Reasons to be grateful!
Each move down I had been feeding dribbles of bread cloud, a slice of white, ground between my hands so it broke up and drifted beautifully down the slow-moving river. I felt I was doing things right, and I was happy to merge into the flow of it all when without preamble the tip sailed round a good foot, and would have continued, had I not struck into fresh air. I was shocked. Gutted. Shaken. I cast again. Flick. Nudge. Wham bam. A second biggie missed. Beside myself now, I lost my head and cast right back. No thought beyond a feeling that disaster could not strike again and of course, as you already have guessed, it did. Another slam round and strike into nowhere.
Of course, too late, I reacted. I ran to the farm and returned with the float rod, which I wielded down the run for a further hour. I got back in drenched, fishless, chastened. Everything I should not have done, well, I did. After that first bite, I should have taken stock, and either gone straight for the float, or perhaps moved to a size 8. Or even freelined. Anything but trust to luck.
Now I just don’t know about any of it. Roach? I somehow doubt it. Those bites were too barnstorming for the shy, picky, loves of our lives. Chub, then, 90%. But one fish fooled three times? Or a small group of fish I might well have scared to kingdom come? What to do? Tomorrow I have to be back but with what plan? Float and mash? Maggot attack? Follow today’s plan but get it right?
I’m feeling better, somewhat. But the first bite for weeks produced a “7” chub 48 hours ago, and I know there are BIG fish about. It’s the sort of situation where you do not want to miss a bite or three. I need that glass of red!
JUST talking about fishing tonight, and a real 13th and no mistake. After Monday’s chub, hope springs eternal, so I was out there for three hours once the frost lifted. I’d gone alone in the rain and had moved six times down the top straight. Not a sniff of a fish, and the flake on a size 10 didn’t even raise a crayfish. Reasons to be grateful!
Each move down I had been feeding dribbles of bread cloud, a slice of white, ground between my hands so it broke up and drifted beautifully down the slow-moving river. I felt I was doing things right, and I was happy to merge into the flow of it all when without preamble the tip sailed round a good foot, and would have continued, had I not struck into fresh air. I was shocked. Gutted. Shaken. I cast again. Flick. Nudge. Wham bam. A second biggie missed. Beside myself now, I lost my head and cast right back. No thought beyond a feeling that disaster could not strike again and of course, as you already have guessed, it did. Another slam round and strike into nowhere.
Of course, too late, I reacted. I ran to the farm and returned with the float rod, which I wielded down the run for a further hour. I got back in drenched, fishless, chastened. Everything I should not have done, well, I did. After that first bite, I should have taken stock, and either gone straight for the float, or perhaps moved to a size 8. Or even freelined. Anything but trust to luck.
Now I just don’t know about any of it. Roach? I somehow doubt it. Those bites were too barnstorming for the shy, picky, loves of our lives. Chub, then, 90%. But one fish fooled three times? Or a small group of fish I might well have scared to kingdom come? What to do? Tomorrow I have to be back but with what plan? Float and mash? Maggot attack? Follow today’s plan but get it right?
I’m feeling better, somewhat. But the first bite for weeks produced a “7” chub 48 hours ago, and I know there are BIG fish about. It’s the sort of situation where you do not want to miss a bite or three. I need that glass of red!