I spent the afternoon on the river Loddon yesterday. Equipped with light feeder rod and Lobworms for bait, the idea was to roam the short stretch looking for overhanging cover that a Chub or big Perch might be hiding under.
This stretch of the Loddon has recently seen some bank side trees and snags removed which has certainly made this river more challenging and even more difficult to find the fish. The weather though was on my side and mild for January with overcast sky.
Eventually I settled into a spot and after 20 minutes the line tightened and the rod tip moved millimetres but was enough for me to see the bite. The resulting fish was a hard fighting Chub.
Chub – 3 pounds 13 oz
Deciding to stay in the swim, another Lobworm went out. This time the bite was easier to spot. On the strike the rod wrapped round and the hooked Pike briefly tail walked before I was able to turn and guide it into the waiting net. On my last trip I also managed to land a Pike and it’s good sport if you can avoid your line from coming in contact with those sharp teeth.
Surprise Pike – 7 pounds 3 oz
As the light was fading a nice looking Perch of just under two pounds took a liking to the worm. This rounded off a very enjoyable few hours fishing.
I might have mentioned it before but I love my local river Blackwater. It offers many things to me: time to unwind, reflect and refresh. Small, it has a diverse variety of fish species that can be tempted with trotting, light ledger and lure tactics. This is where I have spent my last 6 months fishing, and really enjoyed it.
My style of fishing has changed over the years. It used to be spent largely in pursuit of Carp dedicated to a specific lake targeting the old strains that live within. The last 10 years has seen me target more species that has taken me to a wider variety of waters to fish for them. This change in my fishing style has suited my current work and family commitments and the last 6 months has been made up of short day sessions of between two and six hours – roving the river, mainly in search of Chub.
Here is a small montage of some of the fish caught from the river Blackwater since August.
I am looking forward to 2018 and can only hope to dedicate more of my time to my hobby.
I flicked the banded pellet beyond the streamer weed avoiding the low lying branches from a fallen Willow, that had been felled by last years storms. The bait is aided by the current gently taking it under the branches that offer the shelter Chub desire.
This is the scene I find myself in. Gripped by the tension of the moment, knowing that my cast had found the ‘spot’. It would only be a matter of time, seconds even, before the rod tip wrapped round.
Wow, I love fishing tiny rivers, I can get my fix almost instantly.