Fishing lately has entailed two days in the boat. The first in the company of Mr B, who has been catching big Pike for longer than I’ve been alive and has shared boats with legends. I first met him nearly thirty years ago but it’s only been the last few when our paths have crossed more regularly and this was the first time we’d fished together. We survived a near calamity at the boat yard and later a hook in the hand incident. We also endured a day of darkness, gloom and drizzle, yet another time this winter when the sun hasn’t shown its face. We had a day of constant chat, Pikey tails from through the years to brighten a dull, gloomy atmosphere. We also found a few Pike, Mr B started with two fish to low doubles, I equalised with a pair of jacks in quick time then Mr B pulled away with two more small fish before the end. It was a nice day and we’ll do it again sometime.
A few days later I was back again with my Nephew Josh, the unluckiest Pike angler around. The weather was an improvement with occasional glimpses of blue sky along with the light rain which always seems to make an appearance when we fish together. We set off in good spirits and with a few clues to where the Pike might be, confidence was high. This was one of those frustrating days where we found Pike but struggled to actually boat any. Every time we dropped the weights down we got at least a take but every time the fish dropped the bait before we could set the hooks. This happened three times before Josh at last managed to put a proper curve in his rod, just as I was reaching for the net his cursed luck stuck again. The fish thrashed on the surface and threw the hooks.
We moved around and kept finding Pike but they were still dropping the baits, even after a slamming take to a float-trolled bait was spat before Josh had taken up the slack. So why were the fish dropping the bait? I’m not going to blame the set ups or baits as they were exactly the same as had worked earlier in the week. Some stretches of this water get a bit of pressure bit I don’t think it’s enough to make Pike all over this water react the same way. Some days you just have to accept that the Pike just don’t really want it. Eventually I managed to hook a fish and succeeded in bringing it alongside the boat where I easily nicked the hook out with the pliers. I’d been lucky to land this one, just the bottom double had been nicked in the scissors.
Would you believe we actually saw the sun today? Late in the afternoon it dipped below the clouds and was bright enough to have me reaching in the bag for my sunglasses. We rowed back, float trolling again, trying to break Josh’s jinx but it was not to be. We’d laughed loads today and my nephew enjoys the fishing whatever and it’s only a matter of time…
I’ve had a very enjoyable midwinter period and have managed to catch loads of Pike for a change. It’s also been a long time since I’ve done much social Pike fishing, for the last few weeks all my Piking has been shared with another angler and it’s been really good fun. However it’s time for a change, I’m starting to get the urge for something different yet familiar. As enjoyable as this fishing has been it doesn’t get the juices flowing and doesn’t keep me awake at night. I don’t find myself drifting off into mad thoughts and theories about where to find a monster. I’m missing the special place and I’m missing my bigger, much more comfortable boat!