After a frustrating night of line bites, which seemed to end at around 3am, I got my head down for a few hours only to be woken at around 7am by another liner.
A night of liners and then the bream
These continued throughout the morning and it wasn’t long before I decided to get in the boat and get out and have a good look at where I had positioned the markers.
I had them placed in some slightly deeper water to the sides of gravel bars; four rods spread out over around 30 yards or so.
The two middle rods, which seemed to be more ‘liner’ productive, had me nosing around those markers with a glass bucket, long pole and sounder.
13lb 4oz male bream for Wol
Drifting slowing back towards the bank the sounder showed a slow gradual rise from 9 to 7 feet, seven feet for a couple of yards then back down into nine.
Hmmm, was I just missing out on fish by a matter of feet? Were they on this bar knocking my lines as they made their way along it?
Over with the pole and its crunch, crunch: a smallish gravel bar running parallel with the bank could be felt.
Then the biggest of the session at 14lb 2oz
Over the side of the boat I chucked out a hand-lined treble hook with a little weight and check out the weed. Not good, a fair amount of weed on it.
A reposition of the middle rod’s marker just at the back of the bar and I head back to the bank to collect a small extendable garden rake I had bought along in case of such events.
An hour or so clearing as much as I could whilst out in the boat and a quick throw around with the treble and it’s now clean as a whistle – lovely.
The results of this were two nice bream in the shape of a 13lb 14oz male and a slightly bigger female of 14lb 2oz and no liners.
A satisfying result at the beginning of this year’s bream campaign.