We have had a few bitterly cold days this winter and it was on one of them that saw me tackle my local river, primarily after Chub.
It was late morning by the time I had sorted myself out. I starting off with red maggot under a stick float, but it was unusually tough going and I couldn’t buy a bite. So after moving slowly down river nearing the end of the stretch I decided to switch to a Lobworm on a long light link ledger. After 30 minutes the rod tip registered the only bite of the day and I managed a small Brown Trout which saved a blank.
The following week found me with 3 hours spare, so I ventured a mile or so further up stream to a stretch that would allow me to run a stick float easily enough. The day was warmer and the previous nights rain meant the river was slightly up with a little colour left in it. The conditions looked good for a fish or two.
Again I struggled for a bite, but persevered knowing I only had a short time. Finally, as time was running out, towards the end of the run the float dipped and I connected with a plump Chub that saved the day. Red maggot doing the trick this time.
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.