Wednesday, 14 February 2018


Last weekend I had a rather unpleasant encounter with a pair of jaws.  He also had an unpleasant encounter with me...

I was on my way back from taking a few photos around the levels, as I passed over the North Drain I thought I might give it a quick bash.  I had my stumpy little spin rod and a few rubber lures.

So I parked up and started throwing the rubber.  

10 mins later and I had a Jack Pike scrapping hard.  Eventually he gave up the ghost and was in the net.  This is where the trouble began.  The lure had gone down his gullet.  The forceps were not strong enough to get the treble out.  The barbs set deep in his bony gob.

I was beginning to panic.  The Jack flared his gills and thrashed about.  Blood started oozing from his gills.  I was horrified.  But I couldnt put him back with a lure in his throat.  In the end I just went for it with a pair of pliers.  Hand went in.  Sharp teeth gave em a good shredding.  I didnt know whos blood belonged to who.

Eventually I crushed the lure, hooks and all.  Finally it was prized free.

I dropped the Pike back in.  No photo.  He had been out for ages and I had really beaten him up.  I felt awful.  The last two Pike were just knicked in the lip and proved easy on the bank.  But this was a different story.

To my slight surprise he slowly crept off into the brown water.  I waited for about 10 minutes to see if he surfaced.  Nothing happened.

It was a really horrible experience and I never want anything like that to happened again.  After a chat on the FB Pike Page I crushed all the barbs on all my lures and have bought a very handy looking Savage Gear pistol grip remover.

I really do hope Mr Pike is tucking in to a Roach or two and those jaws are in full working order.

Them teeth

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