Sunday, 13 September 2020

Fast and Furious

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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.


 


2 comments:

  1. Not a bad little haul for an hours fishing.
    You should explain that the internet is lacking quality content so your contributions are very important for raising the standards.

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    1. That's very kind! Need to get out of my comfort zone and find some Barbel. Seeing your pics has got me a bit jealous if I'm honest. Never caught one!

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