01.01.22 - Speen Moors & Enborne
At last; the chance to put my two New Year Resolutions into action:
1 - Eat more pepper - I like pepper on my food, but often forget to put it on.
2 - Sort myself out when it comes to fishing rivers and catch a few pike.
I started at the weir swim and soon had my first fish of the year: a gudgeon, surely the harbinger of fishing success and everything being good in the world. And so it proved, as it was followed by a nice dace sandwiched between two chub, a fish so elusive to me that I had to check how to spell it. Maybe they were 12oz and a pound, but they still counted. Then I struck on the gentlest of dips on the float and after a couple of seconds, something powered off into the surf, my centrepin nearly taking the skin off my thumb. Surely my 3.8lb hook length/size 18 combo couldn't take that? It couldn't and that was that. After that heart-thumper/breaker it went quiet so i switched to a lump of bread and bombed it to the back edge of the flow. First cast brought a ruddy red signal crayfish, but second had the rod top jangling and a 2½lb brownie rather than the craved hat trick chub. By now the bank was festooned with New Year's Day walkers, all in bobble hats despite the warmth, with unleashed dogs, all taking too much interest in my bread and sandwiches, so I moved to Enborne for some peace, piking then perching.
It was then that the un-forecast rain hit, and had the unsuitably dressed me cowering under my unhooking mat for an hour. I did get a run, and this rather fab 9lb 4oz pike (at what weight does a 'jack' become a 'pike? I'd say this was a pike.).No more pikey/jackey action unless you count overenthusiastic casting costing me two traces and both of my pike floats in the unforgiving far-bank reeds. Onto a stick float for the perch as the afternoon progressed, and whether or not it was the earlier rain affecting the water temperature, they really weren't interested, the biggest of the trio being a mere three ounces. None of the six roach even hit this weight, and I doubt the 21 bleak weighed anything at all. As the winter light started to ebb away, I thought the perch might wake up, but no, and my final chance was crushed by a rental narrow boat that chugged through so fast I could have water skied behind it and was only surprised that it didn't try and jump the lock.
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