Warwickshire Avon – Smelt and Snot Rockets Pt.10

Who'd have thought it, the end of Feb, the mercury rising to almost 20 degrees in the day,the warmth of the sun, the blueness of the sky, signs of things to come I wonder ? after all, it was a cracking summer last year wasn't it, a proper heatwave.

Who knows, but I was making the most of it....

Some jerk chicken, rice and peas on the go, and to wash it down and to complement the hot sauce and to tickle the taste buds a nice plantation pineapple rum or two, simple pleasures, that's what life's about. Fishing gives me that in abundance, a distraction from the modern world where I feel more and more disconnected from.

Just those couple of hours is all that is needed to get the mind back on the good side and allows me to temporarily put up two fingers up to the ever increasing need for process and conformity, the scrum-half positioned well away from the scrummage.

Luckily for us it's a pastime with unpredictability and reward others cannot hope to match....

Now out of all the mysteries of the oceans, none is perhaps as disgusting as the globster. Throughout history, unidentifiable reeking masses of sea animal flesh have been discovered along seashores around the world, grossing out beach-goers and generally stinking up the joint.

While these blobs of rotting meat are often cited as proof of unknown sea monsters hiding in the inky blank depths, in most cases they turn out to be nothing more than the decomposing remains of whales and other large aquatic animals.

Still, that doesn’t stop globsters from frequently attracting the attention of cryptozoologists and mystery seekers.

 

These masses of malodorous marine kebab'esk meat are often described as “hairy” due to the way animal collagen breaks down into long strands as it decomposes, and this hairy appearance frequently has led to their misidentification as monsters throughout the years. 

Dead sea creatures, particularly rare ones, are often believed to be omens of impending natural disasters. Dead oarfish, for example, often wash up shortly before earthquakes, and marine biologists still don’t know why.

A massive hairy globster washed up in the Philippines not so long back, piquing the curiosity of onlookers and creating a social media sensation. Of particular note was this globster’s otherworldly smell and that many had said they had never encountered a stench like this one.

Even I knew it was probably just a washed up whale carcass….

However globsters and are not confined to oceans and Coventry’s Jumping Jack’s either, before I got in to this blogging lark I was down at the Warwickshire Avon and discovered an identifiable hairy mass of mush belonging to something of rather large proportioned wedged tight to an overhanging tree.

I assumed it was a cow that got in to difficultly whist trying to quench it thirst, but it after prodding and poking it with one’s landing net pole, the stench hit me as hard as Jerry would do Tom.

The swim quickly vacated, and I never returned….

I still didn’t know till this day what it was, and where it had come from?

Heck it could have been a massive pike disguised by the bloating.

As you know I like the idea of the unknown, what lies beneath and this short afterwork evening session, was one of convenience and also at an area that I’m sure harbors some big things with fins.
With lack of rain recently and overnight frosts, the water is back to clear which isn't ideal for predator fishing with these clear skies, but other ideas I know are more suitable.

It’s deep you see, very deep and also has prey fish for predators to plunder, something large in theory could live out in relative anonymity, well that was the theory.

I’d use lures here in the past down here, but not deadbaits, so was there method in one’s madness? I had used all my smelt up, so for this session it was out with the Roach deads instead. 

2 rods, a couple of hours in to dusk, anything doing ?

The water temperature was a sky high 10 degrees but the water clear, very clear indeed. I fished for 20 minutes or so wobbling a roach in and around the margins in a few of the pegs because usually a pike or two are sat waiting,sadly nothing doing so I got the rods properly set-up an hour before dusk and sat and waited.

I had the first tentative run quite quickly but it never developed sadly so in to dusk I went. The were a couple of big splashes here and there but I assume Chub maybe as they seemed to be feeding off the surface, again, another bobbin raiser with half an hour left it was fingers and toes crossed, but sadly nothing doing.

Now I'd seen the remains of a carp up here, carcass and all, and that had been massacred by an otter, so I hope the bigger fish were just having an off day, because particularly for Zander, I used to have a couple or three fish a session.

Oh well at least it was a nice evening !!!!