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Spinning the river.
The recent hot, dry spell of weather, often combined with unfavourable tides, has deterred me from going to the coast. I have a feeling that, on the fortthcoming spring-tides all the weed middens will have dried to a crisp, seriously reducing the chances of a surface-feeding fest. In addition to all this, it has been tricky sleeping through the hot, humid nights, so I have often been waking up early. The other morning I woke, in the dark and reached for the clock to find that it was half-past-three. The choice was to stay in bed feeling like a boil-in-the-bag meal, to get up and mooch around the house or to grab some gear and go fishing. No contest!
My little spinning rod was already set up with a thin wire trace and a 7cm Rapala, so wearing a minimum of hats, coats, boots etc. (had to take my headlamp so I could avoid tripping over things and so I could see the keyhole in the car door), I hopped into the car and set off for the river. My first stop was a small weir where the only way to fish is by wading onto the sill and casting downstream into the outflow. In the past this spot has often produced a big trout or a pike, but the river was very low and it was still pretty dark so it wasn't easy to fish. I didn't want to use my light, so I could not see where the lure was landing. To avoid the overhanging branches and other familiar snags I kept my casts short and into open water - nothing doing! Now I know from past experience that the fish will sometimes begin to bite as the light improves a little, so I persisted for ten minutes - still biteless!
By now I had almost paddled across to the far bank, so I retraced my steps. I'd reached the point where the main flow (such as it was) ran towards the left bank. I flicked the little plug into the fast moving water and allowed it to drift downstream, drawing the braid through my fingers as it went. When I reckoned the lure had gone about twenty metres, I closed the bale arm and began to retrieve. I could feel the plug vibrating strongly in the current and now it was almost back to the base of the weir when there was a fierce snatch, the rod was wrenched round and then - nothing! I'd missed a good take from ? a pike, ? a trout, ? a chub. It could have been any of the three. The speed of flow and position close to the weir suggested trout - but I could not be sure. I cast again in the forlorn hope that it might take again - it didn't - but in the next five or ten minutes I missed a couple of much more tentative tugs and then, at last, I hooked a fish. It did not fight too hard so I was soon able to swing it to hand - a chub of about 3/4lb. better than nothing. It was still pretty dark and since I was standing calf-deep in the water I was reluctant to try and get the camera out of my (heavy) bag. I unhooked the chub and let it go. I fished on for a few minutes but the options were limited so I decided to drive to another weir pool.
At the next spot I was surprised to find that there was no water at all flowing over the main weir. The entire flow was now passing down a side channel and through a small culvert on the far bank. The weir pool was reduced to a still, calm 'lake' with just a little flow (from the inflow) on the far side. My buoyant plug wasn't going to get down more than a few centimetres. In one or two metres of water depth - not ideal. So, I made my way to the shallower, tail of the pool and began to cast across. A long cast would put the lure perhaps half-way to the far side, so I would have to wade to cover all the water. The first cast produced a missed bite, probably a small chub or a perch, then nothing. After a few more casts I waded downstream through the ankle deep water, thick with duckweed, to a deep hole with the flow close to the steep bank. Second cast I was into a better fish, which turned out to be chub of less than two pounds. After a couple of pictures I released it before walking back upstream to the main pool. A cast upstream produced a half-pound perch - then nothing else. I decided to pack in but as I walked back to the car I noticed a couple of chub close to the bank. I flicked out the lure (under hand, through a gap in the trees) and began to wind - almost at once it was taken by a chub slightly smaller than the previous one. Not a bad way to finish.
Plugged chub in the duckweed.
A second picture in case I didn't catch anything else.
The perch splashing wildly.
... now it's a bit calmer.
...and ready to be released..
The final chub hooked from a high bit of bank. Moving so a bit blurred.
Lifted out and about to be unhooked and released.
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