Piscatorial Quagswagging

...the diary of a specialist angler in around the Warwickshire Avon and its tributaries.

Wednesday 10 January 2024

Warwickshire Avon - Snow Foam and Snipocracy

Despite the cold weather I decided to give the 4 Years and 4 Month old Jimny a well deserved wash this week. I've been testing its ability offroad off late and mud had got to places where I'd no choice but to get on my hands and knees with the jet-wash.  The car really is unstoppable when it's muddy, even when tyre deep in the thick stuff it just does its thing and gets through it without any issues whatsoever. A/T skinny tyres, 4X4, plenty of ground clearance and the fact it weighs 1/3 of a modern Land Rover Defender, there is a reason why they have a good reputation.  

The side windows especially on my drivers side were that spattered in mud it was restricting my vision which to be honest isn't a good idea in often rubbish winter driving conditions. That mud ended up on the roof too, pretty good going I thought 😀💪
 

Now I don't particularly like cleaning cars these days but get the right tools for the job, like anything I suppose, it seems less of a choir. So I put the cheap Temu snow foam dispenser and snow foam through its paces and within no time I had a car looking more than respectable again. Being covered in mud does suit car I suppose and unlike many 4x4 owners there is no denying that since I've owned it I've taken it off the beaten track hundreds of times. 

It has not missed a beat either since new (touch wood) and it's always an adventure driving it as its unlike most of the modern cars of its ilk, its got character, and plenty of it, or as the Wife says whenever she drives it, "it's a bonus to come back alive, but then her daily driver is a 450hp Volvo XC90, they couldn't be more different, and for me that's a good thing. 


Anyway I was time constrained (AGAIN) for this short session big time so I had to make the session count basically. So with the tackle already in the car, rod made up where chub were the target, finish work head over to the Avon, fish two swims max and then not far off an hour later I'd have to head back so the Wife can go to physio. To be honest I was in two minds whether to go such the rush but needs must and I was eager to catch a decent chub as I'd not caught one in ages. 

The shoot was just about to start so after a natter with the shotgun swingers I headed to the river and took their advice on-board to return a different route to my car, well unless I wanted the risk of lead shot up ones jacksie. 

The river is a lovely colour as can be seen here and I was counting down to the first bite due to my past experience when it's this shade of green from the pantone catalogue. 

How wrong was I though !!!

Two primed swims, three fished in total, naff all, not even nibble before Siri ended the session at curfew time. There was still quite a lot of debris coming down but I was certain I'd have at least a bite, but no another blank sadly. I might need to dust the golf clubs off at this rate.  

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