Autumn means just one type of fishing, Piking at the special place. Nothing else will do, there is no other combination of season, species and venue that come anywhere close and I doubt there ever will be. It’s more than a decade since I first went afloat there and it still ticks all the boxes. Some things remain the same; the skies are huge, vivid and spectacular. The views are beautiful and breath-taking. Both the sky and the water are alive with birds, many are species you don’t see anywhere else. The fishing is always hard work but this is just the way I like it, if it was easier it would dilute the buzz, I love the challenge. The Pike are awesome, special creatures that survive and thrive against all the odds.
Its not all just the same ol same old though. Every year the system is subtly different; reedlines change year on year, weedbeds evolve and grow. Places I caught fish one year may be unfishable this year or barren the next. Always changing, always evolving; every year I catch Pike from places I’d never been successful before or fail to catch in places that were near certainties in the past. This keeps the fishing interesting and fresh.
I’ve been really up for it this autumn, I’ve relished the challenge in the mostly mild autumn weather and it’s been a privilege to be out on the water. I’ve managed to find a few Pike too.