Warwickshire Avon - Glowsticks and Glossographers

I was in two minds to head down to the syndicate stretch for this short evening session because well the weather, all a bit pants isn't it. No settled weather at all so a nice summer day and then the next, back to windy and showers again.

I suppose I've lost that mojo a bit really, the urge to go fishing, well for any length of time anyway. This session was around 3 hours where I'd fish the lure for perch initially in the gin clear water, and then bait drop a spot with hemp and pellets and fish bread or luncheon meat over the top. 

This stretch turns in to a jungle at the blink of any eye but with my efforts there are a few fishable pegs so I made my way to the upstream swim that seemed to have more flow.

I was pleasantly surprised that as I was putting my tackle down a decent sized bream broke the surface indicating at least there was fish in the swim. The conditions really are pants for daytime fishing because anything decent rarely shows before the light levels drop.

A handful of small perch succumbed to the Salmo Butcher and after bait dropping the freebies in a spot I settled in for a chill out. It was relatively mild to start off with but then it started to rain for 10 minutes where the temperature really did plummet big time.

There have been mink spotted here recently in-fact I filmed them myself here a couple of years ago so they are still hanging around without a care in the world. 

So not entirely unexpected that there was no activity until the light had almost gone completely where a switch to bread from meat there was some decent pulls and knocks on the rod tip. Nothing strikable though so in the end I switch back to meat and sat on my hands.

With a torch illuminating the rod top there was so much insect activity it was ridiculous so maybe next time I'll stick to my usual battery powered glowstick because I was being bombarded from everywhere.

Once the sun went down it actually turned in to a pleasant evening to be beside the river but the chub or barbel (I'd be lucky) were having none of it. Apart from two 1ft pulls on the rod tip nothing materialised in to a proper bite so an hour after dusk I decided to cut my losses and venture back home.

There wasn't many fish topping either apart from maybe bleak feeding on the abundant insects sat on the surface. Talking of barbel I'm hoping another session to the Wye in the week might increase my chances of catching one. So on to the next one, tight lines blog readers.