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
Since my last post i’ve had a number of sessions on the river after yet more Zander and Eels. Plenty of Zander have come my way but unfortunately no more big one’s and the Eel’s are proving particularly elusive so, after my last session on Thursday I decided to have a bit of a break and have a dabble at something else.
I’ve always fancied the challenge of Roach fishing particularly on a big gravel pit so I headed to one such pit that isn’t known for Roach but where i’ve had them upto 1.10 in the past. I arrived on the water at 7am and knew exactly where I was heading so it was a big relief to see that no one was in the swim. The hot weather had finally given way to some more favourable fishing conditions and with the wind howling down the lake and temperatures much more bearable I had high expectations for the day.
I put one rod out just off the marginal shelf to the left and two rods out in a tight area at fourteen yards to my right. I spombed out my favourite particle mix being careful not to fill it in to start with and just fishing for a bite at a time. Sat their with the rods out I watched the water that had a really good chop on it before I saw a decent Tench roll in the scum lane that had formed just past the fourteen yard rods. A short while later another one rolled, although I suppose it could have been the same fish and although they were past where my bait was I had no doubt that the high attraction of my particles and boilies would be within sniffing range of them. I had been fishing for just over an hour and really was expecting one Continue reading