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.
Dedicating time to our ‘hobby’ is easy when you are young and single, but more difficult when you are juggling family commitments with a busy work schedule. If you fall into the young and single category, good for you, enjoy it while you can!
I however fall in to the latter category and must grab opportunity when it presents itself. So, before the wife books anything else in I have 4 hours to spare.
I have decided, with limited time, to take the trotting rod over to my local River Blackwater.
This river never ceases to amaze me. Its natural beauty alone is enough to gladden your heart and soul. If I’m not fishing it, as time does not always allow, walking the dog along its banks is always a good way of keeping tabs on the changes seen as we move through the seasons. It is this time of year, when the abundant weed is dying back, that I find myself being drawn to the chance of presenting a float and angling out a fish or two.
The river is rich in wildlife and my target was to be Roach and Chub. The small stretch that I settled in was no more than 4 metres wide but long enough to run a float down and show something for it. Air temperatures were dropping, although be it to the average for this time of year. The recent rain was needed, but was only enough to add a little colour to what had been a very low clear river.
My bait was simple; sticking to the trusted white maggot, I also added hemp to feed. Bread was also carried as a backup if needed.
While setting up the tackle, I loose fed maggots, maybe 10 to 15 every 30-40 seconds slowly building up the swim with the view of gaining the fishes confidence and working up their appetite. This process of feeding continued for a further 15 minutes. Normally I like to feed for a little longer, but time was against me, and anyway, I was keen to find out what was beneath the surface.
My first trot was halfway down the stretch before the float dipped and I connected with a half decent Roach. This was to continue with good Perch and Roach coming to almost every trot. The feed was continued after every cast, albeit with half the quantity previously mentioned.
The Chub did not show up this time, but I was not disheartened, as I knew given more time or another opportunity the river would not disappoint.
Although time on the river this time was short, it was long enough for the fish to feed and the mind and body to unwind, this is after all why we go fishing, isn’t it? So, it was with a smile that I finally decided to pack up and head for home, as the next family function was only an hour away!