Post by rushy on Sept 30, 2015 8:28:05 GMT
Well me and Daz decided to do a bit of roving on an overcast cloudy
morning yesterday. A bit chilly so we made sure we took plenty of warm clothes with us and flasks of
hot tea.
........ And then the sun came out , and it got hotter and hotter . . . Just
what you want when you are walking over two mile of a new stretch with balsam
whacking gear and folding spades . Fortunately Daz is only a spring chicken so
he did most of the work while I just pretended to sweat and moan a lot.
Daz always like s to prebait at least seven pegs and walk the whole of the
length " just in case we miss a peg " . . . ( we couldn't even see the bleedin
river for most of it
) and so at 2 o'clock we finally sat down ready to cast
in. Because it was so cold and foggy and overcast when we set off I didn't
bother taking my sunglasses or hat so it was rather nice having the sun beating
down on my forehead trying its best to remove the top layer of skin. The shirt
came off and was soon transformed into a bandana whilst Daz passed by and said "
just off to bait a few swims upstream " while my bait settles
I was now almost down to 8 stone so thought I'd best cast in before I collapsed
through dehydration
After ten minutes the Barbel,tremble appeared on the rod tip . . Or was I hallucinating through heat
exhaustion ?
Ten minutes later and it developed into a Barbel bite . . . ie , the rod nearly
dissapeared
Result . . . Two foot of water , twenty degrees Celsius , middle of the day in
the scorching sun and a proper Barbel was on the bank
None of this " fishing into dark, head
torch on , anyone can catch a fish “ lark for me
Daz meanwhile had walked 15 miles upstream and baited up 372 swims before returning to
cast in 6 hours after we arrived on the bank. 5 minutes later he had a screaming
run which took,him straight to a sunken tree he didn't know about but the Barbel
did
After jumping up and down and teaching me some new swear words he settled back
down to cast in again. Ten minutes later the rod went round again and the
playing field was now even as Daz also knew where the snag was. Mr Barbel soon slid
into the net and all our efforts had paid off . Unfortunately , I couldn't hear
Daz shouting that he'd got one so it had to go back without a piccy
But not to worry , hers a piccy of a 4 lb 13. Chub some muppet with a head
torch , fishing into darkness got on Monday night
morning yesterday. A bit chilly so we made sure we took plenty of warm clothes with us and flasks of
hot tea.
........ And then the sun came out , and it got hotter and hotter . . . Just
what you want when you are walking over two mile of a new stretch with balsam
whacking gear and folding spades . Fortunately Daz is only a spring chicken so
he did most of the work while I just pretended to sweat and moan a lot.
Daz always like s to prebait at least seven pegs and walk the whole of the
length " just in case we miss a peg " . . . ( we couldn't even see the bleedin
river for most of it
) and so at 2 o'clock we finally sat down ready to cast in. Because it was so cold and foggy and overcast when we set off I didn't
bother taking my sunglasses or hat so it was rather nice having the sun beating
down on my forehead trying its best to remove the top layer of skin. The shirt
came off and was soon transformed into a bandana whilst Daz passed by and said "
just off to bait a few swims upstream " while my bait settles
I was now almost down to 8 stone so thought I'd best cast in before I collapsed
through dehydration
After ten minutes the Barbel,tremble appeared on the rod tip . . Or was I hallucinating through heat
exhaustion ?
Ten minutes later and it developed into a Barbel bite . . . ie , the rod nearly
dissapeared
Result . . . Two foot of water , twenty degrees Celsius , middle of the day in
the scorching sun and a proper Barbel was on the bank
None of this " fishing into dark, head
torch on , anyone can catch a fish “ lark for me
Daz meanwhile had walked 15 miles upstream and baited up 372 swims before returning to
cast in 6 hours after we arrived on the bank. 5 minutes later he had a screaming
run which took,him straight to a sunken tree he didn't know about but the Barbel
did
After jumping up and down and teaching me some new swear words he settled back
down to cast in again. Ten minutes later the rod went round again and the
playing field was now even as Daz also knew where the snag was. Mr Barbel soon slid
into the net and all our efforts had paid off . Unfortunately , I couldn't hear
Daz shouting that he'd got one so it had to go back without a piccy
But not to worry , hers a piccy of a 4 lb 13. Chub some muppet with a head
torch , fishing into darkness got on Monday night
