Having spent a
number of days roaming around the banks of the river Wye in the
Hereford country side, l finally decided on a private stretch of
river midway between Hereford and Ross-on-Wye. My choice was based on
a number of factors, the first being the sheer beauty of the stretch.
I was also able to drive the car along the river bank, so no long
walks for customers. The fishing was also meant to be good, and
although the size of the barbel may not be as big as on other
stretch, the beat did have a famous pool on it, one that could be
booked in advance, and was an almost guaranteed to provide whoever
settled within it and rod bending day. Another point was the beat had
no other guides working it, so l wasn’t going to upset anyone and
felt that the results would be based on my sheer hard work during the
week.
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Sunday evening the
car was packed, albeit after a junior barbel teach-in for Farnham
Angling Society on the river Loddon. With every eventuality covered,
from rods ranging from 1.25lb T/C to 2.75lb just in case of heavy
rain in the welsh mountains or if a big pike showed, and feeders
ranging from 1oz to 5oz l finally hit the road, early Monday morning.
Half way to my destination the mobile range, it was my brother who
had lost his keys. Thinking l might have chucked them in with my gear
l had to stop the car, unload all the kit on the side of the road and
carefully hunt through everything. After not locating them l was
further on into the journey when a text came through that he had
found them, however l was now fighting for time, as l had arranged to
meet my first customers at 9am. Arriving at 8.45am things seem to be
going to plan, yet l then lost my mobile phone, which was later found
by Jakes mum, laying in the car park at Sink Green Farm, the B&B
l was staying at.
Although the
weather was looking great, it wasn’t exactly brilliant barbel
conditions and after thinking hard for a while l decided that if my
customers were to land fifty barbel for the week then it would be
classified as a resounding success.
This is how the
week went…
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