I've got to admit that the flatlands have me beaten. As much as I love the wilderness and unknown fish that I am chasing, blanking week after week isn't good for morale. So with a need to hear a bite alarm sound I took a drive down to the syndicate fishery, this afternoon. I didn't have too much time at my disposal, yet was in no great hurry to cast a bait until I'd located some fish, any fish! Fortunately, Nick was already on site, floater fishing as always, and he pointed me in the direction of a swim where quite a few carp had been showing earlier in the day. I happily accepted his help and did a quick lap of the fishery before grabbing my kit from the van. There were only two other anglers set up on the two pools and I was at liberty to spread my baits without infringing on others water.
|It's a fish, so something very special during my current run of blanks.|
Quite a few carp showed as the evening started to close in and I had an occurrence on my middle rod which probably meant that I'd been mugged off! Not overly bothered, I'd heard a bite alarm which was the objective for the trip, I re-cast the rod and sat back to enjoy the light ebbing away. At 20.20 hrs the middle rod was away and I found myself attached to a lovely, male, Tench of 4lbs 4oz. That'll do thinks I, as the photo ritual was undertaken. I rang Bev to say that I was going to have an extra half an hour, and was able to justify the decision when that same rod was away again, at 21.45 hrs, producing another male Tench. This one weighing in at 5lbs 5oz - so I was well pleased.
|5 lbs 5 oz, of very welcome, male Tench|
The only other thing worthy of mention is the sighting of Swifts, from the garden, this morning. Between 10.43 & 10.54 hrs I recorded seven birds, 2,4 & 1, moving steadily NE. Will they be the last of 2021?