The main image shows a sad moment, as I
was watching the water at Westhampnett, one of my favourite water at
first light on a frosty Tuesday morning thinking whether to believe
the reports that the fishery had lost its population of perch.
Although the weather was far from ideal, when I packed up after
fishing for seven hours, through what is usually the best feeding
period, I was still asking the question.
Up early again on Tuesday, this time
for a chub guiding day on the river Loddon. The journey took slightly
longer due to a heavy flurry of snow at fleet and with temperatures
below freezing most would have abandoned the trip, yet past knowledge
gained has told me that, even in the coldest conditions, if you can
get a bait in the water, then chub will feed. Neal had arrived
moments before me and as we crossed the bridge and looked at the
river, my heart sank slightly as the expected green tinge had been
replaced with a weak tea colour.
Neal hadn’t fished a river for over a
decade and wanted to try something different and although I know the
river well and have total faith in my tactics the thought of
struggling myself a couple of weeks ago was clear in my head. Getting
of to a good start was what was needed and I knew just the swim.
Walking across the frosty fields bought
home that winter had finally arrived and after a brief explanation of
the simple bread flake rig we made our first cast. Ten seconds past
when the tip twitch, pulled round but Neal’s strike met thin air.
Second cast the same happened but the third bite saw the rod bend
over and after a brief fight Neal netted a chub weighing 4lb 8oz. A
forth cast was chanced yet just the occasional twitch showed that
more chub were around, yet as l have come to expect, once spooked
they are difficult to tempt on such a small river. Although Neal had
a whole day to learn the basics to fishing bread flake, l can
honestly say that he had done this in less than half an hour!
The next swim drew a blank, yet the
third produced another four-pounder, a right result on such a cruel
day. The forth swim, another banker failed to produce, yet with a
large mink working the swim, this didn’t come as a surprise. It was
now time to move around spending ten minutes in every likely looking
spot before dropping back into the first swim, this time with cheese
paste. Unfortunately our efforts and bait changes went unnoticed as
did a spot of float fishing through a known chub hotspot. Obviously
it was one of those days when the bait had to be placed right on a
chubs nose and with a banker swim well downstream, on another
stretch, we decided to move.
The snow filled clouds had now
disappeared, replaced with a warming sun, however approaching this
new swim in a stealthy manner, due to the sun sending long shadows
across the river was impossible. Sitting in a swim with two shadows
visible on the far bank and knowing the bait is right below these
does little for the confidence, yet amazingly the tip twitched,
pulled round and the third chub of the day was safely netted. Two
more swims were tried, one of which was ruined by a pair of swans and
with the sun and temperature dropping away we called it a day.
What a contrasting day, far from ideal,
and extremely cold, yet with three good chub netted in fantastic
countryside hosting an array of wildlife l was hoping that Neal had
been converted, and when he mentioned he couldn’t wait to get back,
l knew we had both had a great day.
A few words from Neal…
Dear
Duncan. Thank you for another superb days guiding. Despite conditions
being pretty awful I still managed to catch some decent chub.
Once again you've opened up another angling door for me. I shall be returning to the Loddon for some more winter chub fishing very soon.
Great teaching and great company!
Regards Neal.
Once again you've opened up another angling door for me. I shall be returning to the Loddon for some more winter chub fishing very soon.
Great teaching and great company!
Regards Neal.
I was looking forward to a guiding trip
to the Itchen at the end of the week and imagined the river to be
perfect, yet once again on arrival l was shocked to see it high and
fast. Luckily the river was running clear which gave us a fighting
chance, yet with a North West wind gaining in force by the minute we
soon realised that catching on the float would be difficult, even for
an expert on the pin.
Mark had never caught a grayling before
and not having fished the float for a while and only using his
centrepin on a few occasions soon got into the swing of setting the
float on its way and feeding, yet the banker swim of previous weeks
only produced one bite which was missed. Finding a slightly sheltered
swim Mark soon was bent into a fish, the first of numerous brown
trout but we were of the mark and confident of a grayling or two.
With a couple of other anglers uncomfortably close on such a long
length of river we decided that it would be us that showed the
correct etiquette and moved upstream to a pool that holds plenty of
fish. Impossible to fish the float even in normal conditions we
decided to put the feeder into action and within seconds the tip
twitched and a brown trout was netted. More followed before a Mark
found himself playing a fish that felt different and he was right as
a grayling of around a pound six graced his net. A few smaller pencil
grayling followed along with trout before the swim died, yet as l was
wondering upstream to look at other swims l heard Mark shout and saw
him netting what looked like a good grayling. Weighing 1lb 11oz it
was a great personal best and a good fish on a difficult day, yet
Mark wanted to catch grayling on the float and pin, so we headed back
to the swims fished earlier in the day. Whilst Mark fished the float,
I tried the feeder getting bites in most swims, yet it seemed a
moving bait wasn’t what they wanted as Mark was struggling. Moving
from swim to swim we finally had a grayling taking maggots up in the
water and as the float made its way downstream soon disappeared and
Mark’s first grayling on the float came to hand. Strangely it
seemed that as the light faded the grayling switched on and more
followed which was the icing on the cake after an enjoyable day even
though river conditions were far from perfect.
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