…baiting that is. Dead baiting. Not really dead because how would I enjoy things like punctures and work again? 😀
Today started off by my wife announcing that she and the children were off to a distant relative’s house for lunch. This particular relative isn’t only distant genetically, but she’s also physically located a good distance away. This, of course, meant that I’d have a few hours to myself and what better way to spend it than fishing?
I picked up half a pint of maggots on my way to the lake and in the short time it took me to get there it rained, then the sun came out, then it rained again and then the sun came back out.
As soon as I’d set up the one rod it started raining again. “Ok, it’s was going to be one of those days”… I mused. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I had every intention of having a day on the roach and rudd and seeing if I could beat my PB. I’d snaffled some micro brandlings from the compost heap and had quite a bit of crushed red robin as well as a bag of halibut groundbait. Everything was set and, indeed that’s how it went between 11:00pm and 1:00pm. Around 40 small roach, rudd, perch and the odd small carp landed. It was fun and relaxing and that’s what I wanted – relaxation.
Then I noticed that one of the small perch was a little worse for wear and swimming on its back in circles around 3ft out. I definitely didn’t deep hook one so it may not have even been mine, but there it was nonetheless. At that moment I landed a small carp and whilst I was unhooking it a huge swirl appeared around the perch and it was summarily slammed by a pike of around 5lb.
Guess what happened next?
Yes, I got the pike rod out. I’m predictable if nothing else.
Having procured some bait I set about pulling in the float road and setting out a small bob, replete with roach at the edge of the pads.
First cast the float shot under and I pulled out a 3lb 2oz perch. What a gorgeous bruiser he turned out to be.
Second cast granted me this gnarly 2lb or thereabouts, wally eyed one…
… then I missed another one and it subsequently went dead for an hour.
I had a call from work around 3:00pm and whilst I was bowing and scraping on the phone, lo and behold the float shot under again, this time rewarding me with a rather large eel of well over 3lbs and probably my biggest one yet. I say probably as I was mostly packed away so I released it at the bank rather than landing it. Thankfully only one of the trebles had nicked it in the mouth.
So, all told a pretty good day.