I've not posted a fishing report up here for a couple of years now but the fishing was so good the other week I felt I should share...
I'm a bit of a coarse fish specialist but a new job has drastically cut my fishing time so for the last two seasons I've mostly fished small brooks as I enjoy them most.
I thought I knew all of my local venues pretty well but there was one tiny tributary of the Soar I'd never bothered to try. I'd always assumed it was just a little too small to be much use. How wrong I was.
I'd known of this brook for 30 years or more but it was only a couple of weeks back that I decided to finally give it a go, spured on by having spotted a few rising chublets, downstream of a road bridge, whilst out on a run.
I planned on giving it a go just to say I'd caught something from it, sort of ticking it off the list. I like to do this for any water I see just to proove I can catch something on the fly.
Last Saturday(24th Oct) myself and Bakerlight(another forum member) had a crack at the venue. He joined me after hearing I'd caught 20 plus small(perch, chub & dace) fish from there the week before.
We arrived around midday finding the brook quite high and coloured compared to the low clear water I'd had the week previous. I wasn't impressed.
I was thinking it was all about "not blanking" rather than bagging up. Damn.
I set up my 000 wt super, mega, ultra lite rod but with a 4mm tungsten headed olive taddy tied on a size ten jighook. That's right a huge fly on a silly lite rod! This is not as dumb as it may sound though as I knew I'd not be casting just "catapulting" as the stream is tiny and tree lined...no manicured banks here.
Peter cleared off to explore upstream and I went down.
A coulpe of small perch from the first "hole" stopped my blanking thoughts but I was still unconvinced by the colour of the water.

Even perch like that bend the treble 0 rod right round...fun

A couple more small chub and perch came from the each of next few "good" spots I tried and soon I'm managed about a dozen fish...fun fishing but nothing to get excited about.
A narrow glide, only about 18" wide, between nearside reeds and far bank tree roots gave a really savage take which I asumed was a proper chub.
It wasn't....

That really tested the rod and shocked me too...I don't find perch like that often and really wasn't expecting anything bigger than 1/2 pound from here.
Next cast...

This fishing was starting to get good.

A hole under a small alder produced the 1st proper chub. This took right under my rod tip, just a little tap which I thought was a tiddler but the rod bent to the handle sugested otherwise.

The fishing just kept getting better and better and easier!
The final swim I fished produced the biggest perch and a couple of good chub too. That perch...

I'd finished up with 42 fish; 16 chub & 24 perch and I'd only used one fly...never bothered to change, why would you!
Five of the chub were pound plus and also 5 of the perch. That biggest perch must have been 2 1/2 lb or more and all in just 2 1/2 hours fishing.
I headed back to the car bewilded by the magic brook to find Peter also astounded by the number of fish(he'd had around 30 but no "proper" ones).
He too had just used one fly which was almost exactly the same as my choice.
That was over 70 fish between us in a short session.

The brook...

At one point a noticed an audience...

Another snippet of the waterway...

After we'd regrouped we decided to try another brook nearby which is a little bigger and joined to the same water...only about 5 miles by river apart.
This looked even better but in 3 hrs of fishing we only managed 2 decent perch and a solitary chublet.
Just shows it's all about the venue.
Dee