Having fished the afternoon stint the
day before in the Whirlihole, Barry arose far earlier than I
expected, 5.15am in fact to start his morning session. I plan to meet
my customers at 7.30am and after a dawn rise the first of numerous
all-day breakfast was consumed and along with baiting the Salmon Hole
I experienced what has to be the best shower in the world, one in the
river, before headed downstream in the heavy mist to meet my second
customer Mark. By now Barry knew the drill, cast forty-five yard
downstream, clearing the big weed bed and hold the rod. Taking Mark
upstream we first tried the pre-baited Salmon Hole before dropping
downstream to a swim I remember my good friend Martin Farmer landing
twelve barbel from last year on the final day before having to make
an early exit due to a rising river and five ounces of lead failing
to hold bottom! Unfortunately Marks efforts went un-noticed however
his fortune was about to change as it was his turn in the Whirlihole.
I was expecting Barry to head upstream but having landed an obscene
amount of barbel simply needed a break. After learning the swim from
an early lost barbel Mark enjoyed his arm-aching afternoon stint but
had to leave before dusk due to a broken headlight, yet still went
home happy with around a dozen barbel to over 8lb plus a few chub to
his name. Barry made the most of Marks early departure taking a
couple more barbel before it was time to leave as dusk fell.
Having fished the afternoon stint the
day before in the Whirlihole, Barry arose far earlier than I
expected, 5.15am in fact to start his morning session. I plan to meet
my customers at 7.30am and after a dawn rise the first of numerous
all-day breakfast was consumed and along with baiting the Salmon Hole
I experienced what has to be the best shower in the world, one in the
river, before headed downstream in the heavy mist to meet my second
customer Mark. By now Barry knew the drill, cast forty-five yard
downstream, clearing the big weed bed and hold the rod. Taking Mark
upstream we first tried the pre-baited Salmon Hole before dropping
downstream to a swim I remember my good friend Martin Farmer landing
twelve barbel from last year on the final day before having to make
an early exit due to a rising river and five ounces of lead failing
to hold bottom! Unfortunately Marks efforts went un-noticed however
his fortune was about to change as it was his turn in the Whirlihole.
I was expecting Barry to head upstream but having landed an obscene
amount of barbel simply needed a break. After learning the swim from
an early lost barbel Mark enjoyed his arm-aching afternoon stint but
had to leave before dusk due to a broken headlight, yet still went
home happy with around a dozen barbel to over 8lb plus a few chub to
his name. Barry made the most of Marks early departure taking a
couple more barbel before it was time to leave as dusk fell.
Earlier in the day one of my regular
customers had arrived, Ron Jackson who at the amazing age of 77 had
decided to give bivvying up a go and during the afternoon Barry,
myself and Ron had erected his hotel for the three night stay.
Looking in Ron’s boot it seemed he had brought the kitchen sink yet
one thing that wasn’t packed was a sleeping bag and with the
temperature dropping into single figures during the night I was
worried for him, yet luckily Barry left his, just in case, thanks
mate! To say the hills had Wild Boar in them that night is an
understatement as once my head hit the pillow I was well away,
snoring my heart out. Previously that afternoon Ron and I had
watched, what we thought was a Weasel run across the field, yet was
it a rare Pole Cat?
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