This summer has to be one of the
hardest and most frustrating l have ever known. The summer, or lack
of it plus the constant rain has seen not just the angler struggling
to get out and fish, but the fish to feed, well at least on a
predictable level and as for the birdlife, it seems that they are all
having chicks now.
I always look forward to a roving day
on the Loddon and today l was guiding a new customer Mark who,
although catching the odd barbel after dark, was struggling for bites
during daylight. Meeting at 7.30am we headed downstream and dropped
into what’s normally a productive swim and after around fifteen
minutes the tip pulled round and a chub graced his net, albeit the
smallest chub l think l have seen on this stretch for years. Moving
to another, one that Mark said he would have walked passed, it didn’t
take long once again for a bite to develop, this time from a chub
weighing 4lb 9oz. It was a great start, yet after covering a further
four swims we failed to tempt another. I had dropped some bait in the
swim that produced the bigger chub and after a few hours Mark dropped
his rig stealthily into it. This time no small plucks were forth
coming, either a sign that it hadn’t recovered or that a barbel was
feeding. It was obviously the latter as after ten minutes the tip
whacked round and after a fight in a very confined area a modest
barbel fell into the waiting net.
After a break for lunch we headed
downstream and l introduced Mark to a couple of my favourite and
productive swims, both of which showed sighs that either barbel or
chub were present, yet the bite we wanted didn’t come, yet l know
it will, probably tomorrow when Mark will be returning.
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