Monthly Report – January 2015
Well 2015 couldn’t
have started worse as the night before a guided trip to Timsbury I
awoke with a tickly throat. Fortunately the ‘man-flu’ hadn’t
got hold of me come the morning as I found myself welcoming Rod to
the banks of the river Test. Overnight the temperature had plummeted
to -6 engulfing the countryside in a frosty carpet but with grayling
are target I didn’t have anything to worry about. Rod wasn’t so
sure, yet first trot down his confidence was lifted as the float
buried and a lively sea trout headed skywards. Rods first encounter
with the centrepin wasn’t made easy as all day long the rod eyes
froze making trotting, let alone playing a fish difficult but he
overcame the elements and enjoyed a fantastic day landing loads of
fish including grayling, sea trout and brown trout to almost 5lb.
To be honest I never really realised
that I had a cold until back in the car and come the following day,
well it was feet up, wrap up and suffer. Even now as I write this
report the cough is still with me, but thankfully its slowly going,
yet it does reflect on why the amount of sessions for January are
some what down. Although I decided to be sensible for once, all was
not lost as feature writing, especially for the European magazines
took over and with the weather all over the place I knew that even if
I had ventured out things would have been far from easy.
In total I visited
the bank on thirteen occasions split between guiding (3), personal
(9) and features (1) all of which added up to just sixty hours, yet
if I were to add up the time spent pre-baiting then it would have
been a lot more. As they say effort equals rewards and it’s not all
about having a line in the water.
I did have one
short session with my brother on the Loddon at Stanford End for chub
using lumps of flake on a very cold day. Things up there haven’t
changed much as we had already earmarked three swims that use to hold
chub, ones that probably still would, and they did. Predictable or
what, yet one thing that has certainly changed is the size of the
chub. Five years ago the average size was probably 5lb plus with a
six pounder a regular visitor to the bank, yet now its probably 4lb
with a five big for the stretch and a six, not impossible but a
rarity! A trip to a local stretch of the river Wey on another cold
day when the river was well out of sorts provided me with just three
fish, a bullhead, a 1oz roach and a minnow and to cap it of in style
both myself and Chris got our cars stuck in the car park. Damp grass
on sand and on a slope doesn’t mix yet we did manage to get them
out eventually by placing the car mats under the wheels. We did have
to laugh at ourselves as Chris is a vehicle recovery man and at one
stage I had blood pouring from a cut on my hands and being a First
Aider should have had some plasters!
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