To be honest not catching Tench or Carp was becoming tedious so I was glad of a cooler spell as I felt comfortable fishing for Pike with lures and I was well up for it. Isaac and I had agreed an afternoon out in a boat but the forecast was dodgy to say the least, a high chance of light rain but how light? In the end we said stuff it and loaded the car, the kit supplemented by waterproofs in case it got really bad.
We set off from the boatyard at 1600 beneath damp, murky skies, plan A was to cover water and find fish so I took the oars and Isaac held a rod. The ‘Angry bird’ worked in the killing zone, just sub surface and above the weed, creating a nice wake, this lure has worked very well in the past. The bulging lure was hypnotic, I kept concentrating on it and forgot to look where I was going but Isaac steered his lure around most of the weed clumps. We covered water steadily for forty five minutes and just when confidence started to seep away, Isaac’s rod thumped over. A nice fish fought hard but Isaac was in control and it was soon in the net and unhooked in the water. We rowed on a way then turned around to go back over the productive spot but hadn’t got near it before Isaac was in again but this time the hooks didn’t hold.
With a couple of fish in caught the same general area it was time for a change of tactics and time for me to have a cast or two. We trolled back to the top of the wind and the light south westerly pushed us along on a nice slow drift. Now casting, Isaac continued stuck with his ‘Angry Bird’ while I chose a Zoota Wagtail, one of my go to lures in clear shallow water. We hadn’t drifted far before a Pike slashed and missed my lure. A bit further down and my rod thumped over again and this time it stayed on, another small Pike unhooked in the water. The drift was slow and I needed to row back upwind a couple of times to keep us on the right line but it was worth it as the next three drifts brought three more Pike to my Wagtail as well as a couple of other fish moved. Right at the end of our last drift Isaac was in again on the Angry Bird and brought his second fish to the boat.
By this time the drizzle was becoming heavier and we made a unanimous decision to turn round and head for home. I tidied my gear away and Isaac trolled while I rowed back. Back into the productive area and a Pike swirled at the lure but missed, would it try again? A minute later the rod hooped round, whether it was the same fish we’ll never know but it was certainly the biggest of the day. It required the net for sure but Isaac declined the camera. The score was 4-3, would Isaac get a chance to even the score? No, as it turned out, we reached the boat yard around 1800 but seven fish in two hours was more than I’d hoped for. A couple of hours fishing that actually went to plan for a change and just what I needed ahead of the Pike season. Isaac claimed bragging rights as there’s no doubt he caught the biggest today. That’s it, summer is over, it’s my favourite time of the year, autumn is definitely here now and I’m raring to go.