|3 lbs 8 oz of male tench|
Who am I?
- Dylan Wrathall
- An individual, of no great importance, who is unable to the see the natural world as a place for competition. I catch fish, watch birds, derive immense pleasure from simply looking at butterflies, moths, bumble-bees, etc - without the need for rules! I am Dylan and this is my blog - if my opinions offend? Don't bother logging on again - simple!
Monday, 3 July 2017
If I didn't have bad luck then I'd have no luck at all - that's exactly how I feel at the moment. Yesterday evening I got destroyed by a very powerful carp. An over-run on a back-winding Mitchell 300 producing a line tangle which allowed the fish to gain sanctuary of the lily beds and part company. It's the first bite I have registered since 16th June and, as such, am totally gutted by the loss. A small male tench, some time later, did nothing to ease my pain, despite being the first of the species I have taken from this drain system.
If there are any positives, they are minor by comparison - my bait is working and my spots are now clear of weed. Going back early doors, one morning later in the week, to see if I can finally get a carp to the net? Man; I can't ever remember being so upset at loosing a fish!