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Anyone who regularly looks at the blog will have realised that I've neither been doing much fishing nor catching (m)any fish lately. In fact I've attempted pike fishing a couple of times and failed dismally. As a rule I couldn't even catch a bait and when I tried spinning the pike refused to cooperate. Of course I could make excuses but they don't hold water (although there's been plenty of that). I felt that no one was really interested in reading about how I'd spent hours trudging, knee deep, through glutinous mud just to get to the river bank so I didn't post any pages.
Anyway, at the weekend I decided to give it another go. It was a mild overcast afternoon and when I got to the river I found it was still over the banks but had cleared nicely. My spirits rose and I was quite hopeful as I chucked in a small handfull of maggots and progged a couple on the tiny hook. After five minutes it wasn't looking good, the float was absolutely immobile as it had been on my last two trips. Surely, I thought, it couldn't be another blank. I threw in another half-dozen free offerings and cast again close under my feet. The float shot under! I struck! Something pulled back! I could hardly believe it.
The fish wasn't very big but it was certainly lively and as I swung it in it dropped onto the wet grass. Success!!!!! It was a small, out of season trout (not quite Alan's NZ nine-pounder) but I couldn't have been more pleased if it had been a two pound roach. I quickly took its picture and returned it to the water before casting once more. Ten more biteless minutes passed before I became impatient and moved to another spot. This time I was fishing at the junction of two small streams and there was a decent current in them both. Just above the confluence there was a little triangle of almost still water so I let the float trot down until it reached the slack. Away it went and the strike met with a lively resistance but just as I saw that it was a nice dace (an ideal bait) the fish came unstuck. I could have cried but at least it looked promising.
Now, usually where there is one dace there'll be more but not this time. The next bite produced a decent grayling which put up the characteristic wriggling, reversing resistance. I landed the fish and again took its picture - perhaps this would be my last? No! Next cast I was into a bigger one and then a trout and then another grayling. before I set off on the mud and water assault course that is pike spinning I'd landed three trout and four grayling - none of which I could justify using as bait. However, on reflection it was good fun and at least it broke my recent run of ill luck. Perhaps next time I'll catch a pike?
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