Warwickshire Avon - Disquieting and Disembrangle

The reports from this neck of the woods after the fish kill on the Warwickshire Avon haven't been good at all . A match won with a couple of ounces, anglers scratching around for a bite.

Oxygen crash during thunder storms apparently, and yet other areas of the Warwickshire Avon I've been fishing haven't had an after affects whatsoever. With such a significant fish loss, it points the finger to something more sinister ?

We will never know that's the problem, swept under the carpet it seems. Anyway with the tackle sorted the night before I headed early doors to an area I planned to trot with the sick float and bread. The banks were deserted and after making my way down the track I was beside a lovely looking part of the Warwickshire Avon.

It's a great way to search for fish this technique and feeding bread mash can get the chub out of their hiding places. Bread floating on the surface can also be productive and when bankside I'd also feed some in a few swims to see if I could locate any Chub up for a feed.

It was overcast for an hour or so and then the skies started to clear, but an hour and half in without a bite I decided to move to the next swim, where again it was a nice trot but this time with some added nearside cover. 

Another hour and nothing to show for it, almost like the river was devoid of fish, even the margins seemed to be lacking fry. I decided to drive to the top of the stretch where last season I fished from the opposite side and had some right clonking chub. 

I drifted down some bread in a few swims hoping to see an indication chub were about but sadly there was nothing showing whatsoever.

Usually this time of year it's perfect to locate them as they cannot resist taking it off the top especially when the water has had a top up of water. With time ticking away I decided to leave the stretch and maybe return and fish a little differently and maybe fish at dusk to see that would fair any better. 

I wanted to finish on a chub though so on the way back I stopped off at another stretch and managed to winkle one out skirting the float past a nice overhanging tree, where after feeding some mashed bread the first drift down of the float it went straight under and a chub was on.

It spooked another couple of chub from their hiding place in to plain view however after landing it that was the only sight I got of them. A one bite wonder sadly and with the sun now nicely illuminating the river I decided to make tracks and head home early than I'd planned.