So with the loss of that PB beating Roach in the back of my mind I decided to revisit the stretch for another go to see if that roach was home and well, to see if I could catch it this time. All very pie in the sky I suppose but you never know.
The Stour was cold, very cold, the water too, because that had dropped to 4.7 degrees which could explain why the bites were far harder to come by.
Obviously I started off in the swim where I lost the big'un but a good 45 minutes in there with only a few minnow nibbles it was time to get on the rove.
The Stour is rarely clear but without any meaningful rain for a while in one of the swims I could see a metre down at least which is probably why from swim to swim, there was nothing really doing at all.
The colour was perfect though so I decided to concentrate on the chub fishing instead and fish tight to cover, snags and rafts to see if I could drop a bait in the right place at the right time.
It took a good while to be honest with maybe the 6th swim where a bite on the drop came and then after a minute or so a proper chub bite where I was in to a solid fish. Bread did the trick again, the most reliable chub bait ? well I think so.
It gave me a bit of a run around and I could see it trying to bury its head in an undercut bank and then it tried to get in to some dead reeds right by my feet. Dirty tactics but then I wouldn't expect anything less from chub this size, they are not stupid.
A nice solid fish for the Stour and really big shoulders on it, a proper bully I'd imagine and it fought really in the clear water. Anyway a small chublet from the same swim and that was my lot. I even fished the first swim last again and swapped between bread and lobworm, but not even a bite.Tough going actually, but it has been barassic of late to I bet many fish are holding up trying to ride the temperature drop. I would if I were them anyway 👤
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