At the end of my last post I mentioned that after catching my pb Barbel I would move onto something else for the remainder of the river season. Hmmm, didn’t quite work out unfortunately.
I did a couple of evenings the following week and despite a lost Chub, which actually felt like a decent one until it snagged me on some unseen, immovable object different to the one where the barbel snagged me, I never had a bite or even had a sniff of a Barbel. I had decided after those two blanks that it really was it for Barbel for this season. Time to try for that Zander.
Or at least that was the plan until we had all this rain. I kept checking the river levels and thinking, where I would have my best chance at getting a zed? I had options but they didn’t appeal to me so I sat at home and deliberated. The obvious option would be to target the Barbel. The rivers screamed it but after the last two blanks it was as if that was a sign to leave it be. I really fancied a zed but as I sat there staring at the river levels I very nearly convinced myself to just stay at home, stick the telly on and drink tea all night. In the end though I decided to have another crack at the Barbel even though I wasn’t really in the mood.
I arrived at the river with plenty of daylight left and rather than just plonking myself in the first swim that looked tasty, I had a proper Continue reading
With the weather being mild and settled for the past week I decided to skip the Roach fishing this weekend and try and get a winter Barbel while they are at their highest weights. I’ve made no bones about the fact that I want to break my pb that I caught back in 2010. Getting over that 14lb barrier has become some sort of mental block that I feel that i’m not going to get over in a hurry. In fairness though most of my Barbel fishing has been done in Summer and I had a break from it for several years only really getting back into it last season. I’m not making excuses but, well actually I am making excuses.
Friday night saw me head to what has become a bit of a banker swim for me. It’s nondescript and most people would walk past it but it’s done some of my bigger fish and I keep telling myself this is where i’ll get my pb. I arrived on the river in glorious sunshine armed with a few pre-made pva bags. I didn’t make too many because I didn’t want to go mad and put too much bait in. Just a few little morsels and some paste wrapped around my bait. I didn’t cast in straight away, preferring to wait until the sun had got lower and then I made Continue reading
Blimey has it really been nearly a month and a half since my last update? I must be slacking. In truth though the fishing has been hard. Prior to yesterday my last three sessions had all been blanks. The session prior to the those blanks I managed eight Roach upto 1.2, so like all new things that you are trying to get your head around, you can’t always hit the ground running. I had been getting bites though so I must be doing something half right.
Yesterday I headed back out full of vim and vigour. I arrived on the water well before daylight because I wanted to get my spot only to find someone setting up in there. How? Why? Mine was the only car in the car park so where the chuff did he come from? Just like Mr Ben he’d appeared from nowhere and I wanted to ask him where he’d appeared from but I just chuntered a “good morning” to him as I walked past. Bloody carp anglers in my spot.
I’d decided to fish with the wind at my back for a change which isn’t something I would normally do but with 45mph gusts I didn’t want to sit facing into the teeth of that, particularly with the wind chill factor, and besides I wanted to Continue reading