Fishing has definitely enriched my life, bringing me many
wonderful sights, scenes, adventures and experiences. Of course the best thing has been the
friendships I’ve made through this shared addiction, some have been lifelong
while others have been more recent, to be fair these latter associations have
been aided and abetted by the various internet forums. It is possible to get to know kindred spirits
through this medium and work out who you can share a boat with and who you’d
rather set adrift. Mr H and I have known
each other for about a decade and although we are often afloat on the same
waters we rarely fish together so it was high time we put this right. Usually we fish on his local waters but on
this occasion we arranged to meet at a special place that is slightly closer to
my patch.
We both made it to the agreed meeting place ( a layby in the
middle of nowhere) early and we were soon driving along a damp, bouncy track
through a typical East Anglian rural setting.
This area is a haven for wildlife and in the lead car I spied rats,
rabbits, a hare then finally a fox before we reached our destination. We soon had our boat loaded and were plodding
slowly down to our first stop of the day.
The sky looked fantastic in the pre-dawn light and I couldn’t resist
reaching for the camera. A Heron creaked itself airborne and Pheasants were
making a proper racket. Mr H was quick
off the mark and had cast before I had a chance, unbelievably this bait was taken
on the drop but it took him by surprise and made off with the bait. Within a few minutes we each had three
deadbaits scattered around the swim and had settled back with the first brew of
the day.
I didn’t get a chance to finish the brew before a smelt was
taken but somehow this fish too got away with a free meal. We didn’t have a chance to feel sorry for
ourselves as the takes kept coming, first Mr H with his first Pike from ‘enemy
territory’ then I followed up a few minutes later with a nice mid double. A couple of hours passed in similar vein,
half an hour would pass without any action and we’d contemplate a move then two
or three quick takes would occur. A
couple were dropped and we lost a couple of fish but the majority were small
fish so eventually we decided to pull up the weights and moved off, we hoped a
change of swim would result in bigger Pike.
A while later we stopped and resumed fishing, we were
sheltered from the North Westerly wind and the sun was shining, it felt
considerably warmer than the forecast 6 degrees. We both agreed we’d prefer a bit of cloud
cover as the conditions didn’t feel right, indeed after forty five fishless
minutes it seemed the Pike agreed, then it was as if a switch had flicked and
the Pike were on the munch again. It
wasn’t as hectic as first thing but takes came regularly and the average weight
was better. Two hours later we’d boated
another six fish including three good doubles before things went quiet
again. Both of us spend a lot of time
fishing hard waters so this was a real treat.
We sat smiling and laughing in the sun, enjoying the scenery and
wildlife which included a Kestrel, a Sparrowhawk and a Harrier as well as a
Kingfisher and all the regular waterfowl.
Another move beckoned so we made our way back towards our
starting point and once again dropped straight onto a fish each. Mine managed to knit two lines together so
while I was unpicking braid Mr H managed to add another to our tally. We’d watched the sun rise and we watched it
set again, a bittern flew by in silhouette which would have made a fabulous
photo had I been quicker with the camera. By now the Pike had had enough for
the day, despite us fishing into darkness.
We finished the day with fifteen fish boated between us and both had
sore, bloody fingers; for once things had gone to plan. As we made our way
back to the slip a Barn owl drifted along the far bank, another predator in
search of a meal and another wonderful sight to cap a memorable day.
