"We sit on cowslip banks, hear the birds sing, and possess ourselves in as much quietness as these silent silver streams, which we now see glide so quietly by us"
Thursday, 26 January 2012
A visit to the river had been planned with my brother for yesterday (he's not wet a line since last Sept).
Chub or perch were to be the main quarry and on arrival at the waters edge our first instinct was "it looks good for a bite",with slight colour and a little bit of extra pace.
The day was mild and overcast with hardly a breath of wind and after a walk of around fifteen minutes or so we arrived in the top field, plonked our kit down and set about a quick recce to see what might take our fancy.
Each swim would get half hour/forty minutes or so depending on tip action?
We tried, tried and tried some more with only the very odd tap occurring until eventually in the last swim where slack water resides due to dying rushes, Paul placed his hookbait right on the crease of the fast water and the slack and soon after his tip banged over and resulted in a nice sized chub.
I blanked in perfect style, and it wasn't until the evening that i began to smile once again as my beloved reds knocked Man City out of the cup, blues beaten on a Wednesday..........I love it.
Have just received a phone call from a friend who today has been and bagged himself two chub and two barbel about a mile away from the above, with the biggest going 11lb 6oz and a hundred yards from him was an otter feeding/playing!!
A BIG well done mate, best I dig the barbel gear out again ;-)