Thursday, 15 November 2018


Its been a bit of a disastrous week in fishing terms.  Ive been sneaking out on the way home at a nearby bridge on the River Brue without any reward whatsoever.  Ive bought a ton  of lures off ebay and non of them tickled the interest of a passing Pike.

Yesterday I had a (very) quick go on the South Drain at Shapwick.  A few minutes in a cast a bit to casually and my Savage Gear lure wrapped round a small tree.  Rather than being sensible and simply cutting the braid, I decided to give it a yank and another yank and... snap!

What a pleb.  I stormed off like a spoilt brat and vowed never to go lure fishing ever again...

After work today I headed back to the South Drain but a different bridge (at the other end).  Before you ask, I bought two lure rods a while back (because I know myself very well...)

Anyway, with the darkness already encroaching I gave a few little casts and very slow retrieves with a little HTO rubber lure.  It didn't take long before a small Perch took interest.

Under the bridge was the place to be 


A start.

Of course when you get one little Perch, there are often more...

 This photo doesnt do him justice.  He was a little cracker.

So my new rod has been christened.  I nearly snapped yesterday but am feeling better about things after this evening.  Still no Pike though.  I think my rods have some kind of anti-Pike coating.

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