Everyone knows where the fish are, there’s absolutely no secret there and there’s room for a few anglers in the area too. Two things get in the way though; complete stubbornness and the desire for solitude, could I overcome this? I got as far as meeting Kevin at the ‘hotspot’, when I say meet I actually reversed into his car but no harm done to either! To make amends I helped him carry his gear to his chosen swim, the stretch looked nice but not as nice… Roach were topping as we stood chatting but still I just didn’t get a feel for it. I went to my preferred area, will some big fish move in like they did last year? One good one would justify my decision. I blanked, Kev caught a net full. Things are different this spring; the water is lower and clearer, the weather has been dry and cool too. I shouldn’t expect the fish to behave the same way. Sometimes being a stubborn angler is good because I don’t give up, the game isn’t over until I win. Sometimes it makes me too slow to adapt.
Still it’s been an enjoyable month chucking feeders, watching quiver tips and learning a little more about a species I’ve neglected for years. Just the one photo worthy fish this spring, shame I was too disorganised to get the camera out. In truth I assumed there’d be others. Now I reach the time of year when my fishing gets frustrated, I want to be making plans for some spring Tench fishing but other aspects of life have to take priority. My calendar is full for the next five weeks so any fishing will just be a few hours here and there for who knows what?