Catch fish with Mike Ladle.

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Mike Ladle


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Freshwater Fishing

For anyone unfamiliar with the site always check the FRESHWATER, SALTWATER and TACK-TICS pages. The Saltwater page now extends back as a record of over several years of (mostly) sea fishing and may be a useful guide as to when to fish. The Freshwater stuff is also up to date now. I keep adding to both. These pages are effectively my diary and the latest will usually be about fishing in the previous day or two. As you see I also add the odd piece from my friends and correspondents if I've not been doing much. The Tactics pages which are chiefly 'how I do it' plus a bit of science are also updated regularly and (I think) worth a read (the earlier ones are mostly tackle and 'how to do it' stuff).

Chub time again.

I'm just back from a week away in Suffolk with my wife's archaeology group and desperate to wet a line. This morning I went to the coast with the fly rod and despite decent conditions all I managed was a couple of plucks from tiny pollack. I caught nothing and was back in bed by five o'clock. Needless to say I didn't regard this fishing as satisfactory so after tea this evening I decided to pop to the river for an hour or so. It was my first trip of the new coarse season so I opted to try the good old J9 Rapala which has always served me well with a variety of fish.

The sun was still shining when I arrived at the river and I started off with a few casts across a wide pool downstream of a bridge. - nothing! I waded up through the first arch of the bridge and cast across into the fast run through the second arch. With the polaroids I could see big grey shape following the plug, a chub of course, but it didn't take. I cast to the same spot again and a smaller chub followed across, again without touching the plug. Encouraging.

I waded carefully on upstream casting ahead of me as I went and retrieving fast enough to keep the lure working. After about ten minutes the plug was taken in fairly shallow water with a mighty splash and I found myself attached to the first chub of the year. It was a beauty but in the way of its kind apart from the fierce take it didn't put up much of a struggle. I towed the fish down until it grounded itself in shallow water then I took a couple of pictures before unhooking, weighing and releasing it. Six-pounds-six ounces - not a bad start.

I continued on upstream and for a change decided to try a cast down and across to some willow trees on the far bank. I dropped the lure as close to the branches as I dared and allowed the plug to drift down past a submerged branch before tightening the line. I could feel the little balsa lure vbrating madly in the current and suddenly - wallop! It was grabbed by a second chub not much smaller than the first. This time I took a couple of pictures as I played the fish towards me then I released it. I carried on fishing for about another half-hour but apart from one more missed swipe from a smaller chub I saw nothing else. Still, two good fish was enough to get me enthused about my next trip.

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First of the year.

What a cracking fish for my first take of the season.

Not quite so big.

My second chub makes a weak bid for freedom.

Ready to unhook.

Another fine chub - more than enough for me.