Quote:
Originally Posted by Paul T 68
Hi Dave ,
How is the fishing going at your end?
|
I've not been getting out too much, not like winter when I fished 3/4 times a week. My ebay job has really taken off and I'm working 24-7 almost litterally!
I fished the Welland near Stamford a couple of weeks back. That was a great day, the river is stuffed with chub and some right beasts, far bigger than the usual top limit in my regular Leicester rivers.
The biggest I had was probably 5 to 5 1/2lb but I saw plenty of fish that may have topped 6lb.
They rarely top 3 1/2lb in the Soar and it's tributaries.
Lovely river, plenty of fish to cast to, plenty of challenging lies and lots of big dace and nice roach too, although I ignored the roach on that visit...will be back. Rumoured to be a fair few brownies too.
The bad session......
Last week I decided to have a bash on the Biame. It was about 4pm and the PC was doing m y head in, so despite rain I decided to go and fish for a couple of hours.
When I parked up the heavens really opened so i decided to empty my chest pack of all unnecessary fly boxes...save then getting soaked.
Grabbing boxes and chucking them in the dry boot I felt a sharp jab in my thumb. I'd hooked myself to a fly that was hooked through the material of the pack.
Bit of pain but at least I always de-barb except this wasn't coming out.

**** I'd found the only barbed fly in my kit and was now attached to the tackle bag by my "now painful" thumb and this fly.
I grabbed it firmly where it entered my flesh and pulled firmly, so hard that the #14 hook bent a little but didn't budge.
I now started to get a little worried, i couldn't drive with my bag stuck on my thumb and besides i really wanted to fish.

I found my de-barbing pliers and really pulled hard. With a horrible crunching, squelchy sound it eventually came out, to leave me with a very throbing thumb.
Pain and rain...great, undetered I still headed for the river which was coloured and rising fast.
I had a small dace and a chub casting into slacks but it was a struggle.
I decided to try the slack below the "green pipe" that spans the river...you may have seen that picture of me fishing from it in winter? The central pillar creates a nice fish holding eddy that you can fish very effectivly from actually sitting on the pipe, about 6ft above the water.
Not this time though.
I jumped on and straight off again, like one of those Japanesse game shows. I plummeted backwards into the dirty river, the back of my neck/head splashing down first.

What a muppet!
Only 2 foot of water and I'd completely submerged myself!
Somehow I didn't break my rod but when dragged myself up I realized my hat was missing. My favorite fishing hat

Twenty minute of searching for it down stream proved fruitless, so I called it a day(all of about an hour in total)...a day I hope never to repeat!
Come and join me sometime Paul!
All the best.
Dee