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
Nice
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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