Sunday, 27 September 2020

Hook

 


Much like Captain Hook my relationship with Crocodiles has hit rock bottom.  Only weeks ago I was snagging crocs right left and centre.  Last weekend saw a dramatic downturn in fortunes with six(!) Pike falling off the hook and one eating a little Roach I had caught before biting through my braid.

As I lamented on various forums. Fellow angler Kev Farnell mentioned a hook sharpener. I instantly made the purchase. Good to have a sharp hook. A few days later they were sharper than Samurai Swords.

This weekend I decided that I would mix it up and rest on the lures for a couple of hours and instead fish a jighead with a worm on the end.  Super simple.  What could possibly go wrong...?

I started off along the banks of the river Brue.  Despite the wind blowing a fair bit I was confident that my 'chuck it in and watch the line' trick would surely be a winner...


View from the bridge


Me falling over (again)

There was a small shoal of Chub nervously flitting about. But they were not keen on feeding. Every time I cast they scattered to the four corners of the river.  After a fair bit of sighing and ruminating over whether I'll ever catch enough fish to make a another worthwhile YouTube video. A small Perch decided to chomp up the hapless worm. 


Much like Captain Hook I  could almost hear that clock ticking. It was time to cut my losses and head to a nearby drain. As expected it was running low and clear. But it was stuffed with fish. Fish which didn't seem especially hungry with only some interest in slimy Worms. 





Crocodile Food...

It was time to face my fear and so the little Roach lure went on. Sadly I was hindered by lily pads and weed. An hour later I watched a nice Pike slowly follow my comical little wobbly lure. It was almost a watery version of Smee. Sadly the Croc didn't execute a final strike and instead disappeared under the near bank. Never to be seen again. 

Its like the African Serengeti these days. 
 Cattle Egrets, crocodiles and a snake (see lower down)


A while later, after an encounter with an electric fence. I made contact with the big Pike's smaller cousin. Unfortunately a combination of my 'Bad Luck' Carp Hoody, the inability to set my landing net properly and the Pikes penchant for thinking it was a flying fish lead to me losing it... That's 8 Pike lost in a row... 


Crocs and time ticking... A true nemesis. I certainly know how Captain Hook feels...

 



Not a Croc but not far off...

Sunday, 13 September 2020

Fast and Furious

 How to watch 'Fast and Furious' movies in the right order - Insider


I set the alarm early this morning.  I had to move fast and fish furious.  Time was of the essence.  If my wife woke up with the kids it was game over.  I kept noise to a minimum.  Wincing slightly at the whir of the electric tooth brush, I sorted myself out and slipped out of the door.  No morning moans and groans emanated from the household... Success!

I knew that I had about an hour and a half, tops.  Anything more than that would result in heavy flak from my better half when I returned.  I had factored this in and already had a cup of tea partially prepared before I left.  Sometimes this can help to soften the blows (bit of a top tip there).

The river had recently been cleared of the enormous amount of weed which grows at this time of year, making it much more fish-able.  Thank you to Glaston Manor AA.  Bet it took ages...

Everything was all rather calm and serene.  But I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy the surroundings.  Now wasn't the time to get all reflective and melancholic. 


Maybe a little melancholic after all (the caravan spoils it a bit though)



Enough scenery.  Get on with it!

My set up couldn't be simpler.  Braid with a little jig head on the end with a worm.  That's it.

The worm had barely touched the water and the rod hooped over...  


A little Chub with a fast and furious attitude!




Second put in and after a few seconds the rod went again!  I was liking this.



Third time lucky... and it was!



This one put up a good scrap.  Unhooking was a little awkward as he had swallowed everything.  Managed to pop the hook out though and he turbo'ed away.

I had all of these fish within about 10 minutes plus another little Chub which slipped out of my hand, not keen on being photographed.  Vin Diesel would have been proud!

Things went a bit quiet for a time.  This often happens here as the area I was fishing was quite small.  Luckily there were a couple of Kingfishers zipping up and down the channel which kept me entertained.  Really must get a decent photo of a Kingfisher one day...

Luckily the lull was punctuated by a slightly larger and very strong Chub.


A beautiful bronze Chub, matching the warming sunrise 
(sorry, going a bit melancholy again)



Poor fella.  He just wanted a bit of breakfast (speaking of which...)


I had spent about an hour on the bank.  The sun was definitely risen.  The world was awake and so was the household no doubt.  I hopped into my supercar (Citreon C1 - in red) and burned some rubber.  With my sunglasses on I was a dead ringer for Vin Diesel.

Like an action hero I strode confidently into the house.  Guard up, ready for incoming fire.  It wasn't as bad as I suspected.  Mainly sighs and a raised eyebrow/disapproving look.  Certainly not a furious response. Further tensions were eased by my fast tea making skills.

So fast but not too furious.  That's a result in my book.