7 Weeks waiting over... Report
Got to the tackle shop still undecided about where to go, and after spending a good while in there made a decision. The River is was to be.
Returned home to drop off the dog and pick my gear up and decided to take the bare essentials... 1 rod, 1 reel, landing net, fist full of floats, bait, bait waiter and numerous bits of end tackle, it was only when I was half way there I realised I'd forgotten the camera... arrrrggggh. Never mind I might not need it I thought to myself.
Armed with 2 1/2 pints of maggots and a pint of hemp off I set. I decided to fish the peg I first fished on the only other trip to the Tame and on first inspection it all looked pretty good, admittedly there were quite a few leaves going through but nothing I couldn't cope with. Set up and started to run a stick through, found the odd snag but made a mental note to hold back hard when these parts of the swim were reached. On the fourth or fifth run down the float disappeared, thinking it was tripping the bottom I made a half hearted strike only to feel something on the end that came off almost immediately. Never mind at least there's fish there I thought, but after another half hour or so all I'd managed to bank were half a dozen leaves!!!
Decided to give it another half hour in the swim and I'm glad I did. Within that time frame I'd landed a chub (maybe 2lbs) and a Grayling which is probably one of the biggest I've ever caught. That really gave a good account of itself and on light tackle there were a few moments when I thought I may lose it. I was more than glad to land my prize and took a couple of shots on my phone of it. The colours are truly amazing in the sunlight.
10 more minutes in this peg and I forced myself to go walkabout. I really is a bit of a wrenching feeling when you've put bait in and then walk away, but it's something I'm going to have to do more often.
Tried two other swims on the other side of the bridge, one directly below the weir which to be honest I really struggled with, not only with trying to get a run through down the crease but the my set up was too light and anything hooked in this fast water would have made short work of my hooklength, so off I treked again walking upstream. Saw another angler, said hello and all the other usual pleasantries and left him to it. Carried on for a few hundred yards and found another likely spot, put some bait in, sat back back had a quick fag then put the stick through it, through more luck than judgement found that I had the depth more or less spot on again a few places to watch for. So off I went again. After a dozen more runs the float buried again, this time there was a bit more of a resistance and the rod tip bent right over. Fish on... After a few hard runs the culprit gave itself up to my net another chub that went maybe 4lbs. Well happy. A quick look at the watch and it was time to go, there wasn't too much bait left anyway.
So all in all a good day, spoke to the Angler I'd passed earlier on the way back to the car and gleaned some useful information for my next trip out, he's even pointed out where I may get into the Barbel (which is why I'm starting to fish this River).
Seven weeks is a long to go without wetting a line and hopefully it won't be that long before I'm down there again. Even though there were only three fish caught I'd really enjoyed myself.
Thanks for reading, I'll post the pictures up next week when I'm back in work but guaranteed the shots will be cr4p.
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