Who am I?

An individual, of no great importance, who is unable to 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!


Saturday 15 December 2018

We did - I didn't

The out of county trip was always going to be a social, although pike were the reason we travelled to the fishery. The venue has an enviable track record of producing decent pike, therefore receives quite a bit of pressure by anglers, of varying abilities and techniques. One thing's for sure, these fish are well cute and require much more effort than chuck & chance if anyone is to experience consistent success. So, at 06.00 hrs, the two vans were parked up in the car park and four (Skunk had cadged a lift) of us got our kit assembled and headed off into the darkness in readiness for our session. Swim choice was a lottery, the whole area has produced big pike in the recent past.  Luke, Skunk, Benno & me set up stall along the bank, east to west. The dawn was still an hour away and expectations were high.

The business end of Skunk's twelve pounder
It was around 07. 55 hrs (sun rise) that Skunk registered the first bite. He was the only one of us using a float and landed a PB of 14 lbs 4 oz - he's a carp angler! Within 20 minutes he'd added a second fish, to his tally, with a nice pike of 12 lbs. What's going on? A carp maggot giving us a lesson?
The weather wasn't particularly favourable, yet we couldn't deny that the pike were catchable if we placed our baits in the right spot. Luke picked up one of his rods, expecting to re-position his bait, only to discover that a pike had taken it as he did so. Nothing big, but it was number three for the morning.

A PB for Skunk - not too sure about the fashion statement? Then again he is a carp angler!
Benno & Luke took to chucking jig baits and drop-shotting, without result, before, at 10.10 hrs one of Luke's back-biters registered a take! On the rod, within seconds, it was a really finicky bite which took a good while to develop. As soon as Luke stuck I knew it was a decent lump. After a very testing battle, I was the soppy git with (Luke's) a short-handled landing net, attempting to scoop up his prize. What a fish? An absolutely pristine, wild, pike of 20 lbs 2 oz. I really don't know who was most excited?

As you can see, the photos were taken and the fish released, back into its' watery domain. That was it - Benno & I didn't register a bite. We both know exactly what Skunk & Luke were doing, so no secrets there. We'd gone there hoping for a result. Luke did the deed and we have to accept that not every one can be a winner. Another day, a different dollar, my turn will surely arrive as there are no secrets, nor petty jealousy, amongst this group of friends.


  1. Great result Dyl, and a collective result to appreciate. Doesn't matter who gets the fish so long as the fish gets got.

    1. As I spend the vast majority of my time fishing alone, it is nice to get together, once in a while, for a social session. With nothing to prove, within the group, we are able to enjoy any successes and see it as a collective result. We've all caught decent fish, although young Skunk (a nickname derived from his Moroccan Woodbine past) has only experience of big carp up until recently.