Yesterday I cycled home from work along the GUC, I do most days in summer.
The weather was beautiful, mid 20's, it could have been the middle of May but for the trees being somewhat lacking in new growth. It was great just to be out but when I saw the large shadows of fish cruising the far side of a know rudd hotspot, I literally skidded to a halt and went into eagle eye mode. A quick scan of the water revealed about a dozen, at first what I thought were chub, but after observing them cruising the murky upper layers, I realized they were rudd. Great fat lunkers, that you just don't find in urban canals! I estimated they were all between 1.5lb and 2.5lb. "Damn, no rod", I thought out loud. I knew by the time I got home and back it would be too late, as it was around 6.30pm already, in spring they soon disappear when the sun gets low.
I carried on home, my mind on the rudd and how stupid of me not to have some a tackle handy. A few hundred yards further along was someone flyfishing! Now this is even rarer than spotting the big rudd! He recognized me as I'd spoken to him last year when I was "thrashing the cut" and he'd been out for a walk and expressed an interest in flyfishing, as a long standing "bait dangler". Here he was putting it into practice, excellent.
He'd not caught anything, so I told him of the fish and off he went leaving me to continue homeward.
So that was yesterday. Today was even better weather and I was out of work at 4:20pm, early as it is Sunday afterall! This time I had my Diawa multi section 3/4 wt rod,(already set up in my rucksack) some flies and a camera with me. I was at the "spot" within 20 minutes despite "everyone" being out for a strole, and in my way...I had fish to get too. It was busier than the High St. had been earlier. I'm not joking!
There they were cruising the far side, just as I'd left them nearly 24 hours earlier but glowing brighter and easier to spot with the sun somewhat higher in the sky.
I quickerly assembled the 5 sections of my lite rod, changed the terminal tackle to a single size 16 black and peacock spider and degreased the last 3foot of the 3lb tippet. Ready. Keeping low I moved past them so I could cast back at 45 degrees across the canal. There are huge bushes behind this spot and by casting at an angle I'd be further from them, so hopefully not spook them as easily. First cast saw my fly land about 18" from one of them. It turned, swam towards me, opened it's mouth and closed it almost immediately, around my unseen fly! Strike and nothing at all? Aggh! "Don't panic they are still there", I told myself. This happened on the next 3 casts too! On the fifth though my rod hooped over as it should have on the previous 4 attempts and a fat golden rudd was coming to my waiting hand(no smelly net with me). It probably went 1lb 12oz maybe a tad more, I'm not counting though. A quick snap and back it went. They were still there, although a Bit more nervous, as I prepared for number two but a big stupid dog diving in 40 yards away, had them melt out of sight.
My first proper canal Rudd this year...result.

I moved back down the canal looking for others and missed a "rare" chub, then took a small roach but really I wasn't interested in small fish, not today.

I found some smaller rudd but they were very hard which is unusual here? Think they may be getting ready to spawn. I took one from here on a size 20 peasant tail buzzer with a tiny amber glass bead head. Had to literally land the fly in it's mouth to get a take!

Back to the "spot", to see if the big boys had returned, I found it occupied by the new flyfisher from yesterday...the cheek!
He told me of a huge rudd he'd caught last night, the biggest he'd ever had and was well stoked, to use a skating term. The rudd wern't about but I stopped and chatted...well educated him really, for 40 minutes or so. Leaders, flies, lines, casting, venues, species etc., he wanted to know everything! Good to see someone so keen. I agreed to tie him up a sellection of nymphs ready for when I next bump into him, which he even wants to pay for!
I carried on my journey back, it was now about 7:30 and I did say I'd be back at six..as you do, but a rudd of about a pound, above the next lock, stopped me for a quick cast, land, photo and release, again to the #20 buzzer.

That was all the fishing done although I did spot a group of 4 bream but the light was getting too dodgy to try for them...next time.
Summer is here, well for this week anyway. If the rains come I may even have a bash on a resevoir next week.
Dee