Sadly for me the working week precludes fishing for any decent length of time, I could fish in to dark I suppose and I often do, but an hour is enough for me when the isotopes or torch light is needed because, well I don't particularly enjoy it if I'm honest unless I've waiting for that barbel bite in the summer sat in my shorts and t-shirt when it's often quite pleasant twiddling the thumbs and enjoying the solitude.
So needs must for that fishing fix, so a short chub session methinks !!
Now I'm not sure what has been going on with my chub banker swim of late but the fish just don't seem to be there anymore.
With the river up a little, the slack of convenience has thrown up some nice fish but I'm sure they were wising up to my status quo tactics.
Bread, yeah seen that before, cheesepaste, errrr you caught us on that a couple of weeks you tw@t (an A not a I if you had wondered)
If you have ever suffered from the frustration of ‘unmissable’ chub bites that have seen you striking into thin air then join the club! This has long been part and parcel of fishing with larger baits, especially boilies, because the chub can easily pick them up in their lips, leaving the hook hanging outside the mouth.
I'm not sure why the bites are so violent using liver as bait, who knows but I'm sure it helps they haven't seen it before, and they don't have to 'test' it first but mouthing and pulling at it with their huge lips. Now Liver is one of the most nutritionally dense foods on the planet, with significant amounts of iron, riboflavin, vitamin B12, vitamin A, and copper.
Eating a single serving of liver can help you meet your daily recommended amount of most of these vitamins and minerals, reducing your risk of nutrient deficiency. So if you've some spare, just cook up some for lunch like I did !!! liver with a dusting of flour and caynenne pepper fried with, shallots, flat leaf parsley, a small amount of cider vinegar. They definitely give you an energy boost, vegans please look away.
When I first started fishing with liver I missed loads of proper bites from chub at dusk, you know those unmissable ones you miss 😀 but a rig tweak seemed to do the trick.
The key was to half the bait size and use a smaller shank hook which improved hook-ups no end. I was using a good chicken nugget sized piece initially, now the bait is the size of a plump prune. Another 'hack' was to dust the liver in a pungent groundbait which helped with initial handling of the bloodied organ and squidgy offal offering.
The swim looked perfect for a bite, the big slack in front of me looked just at a nice level where the fish could get some sanctuary away from the boiling turbulence from the main river. I arrived half an hour before dusk and fed a little pungent groundbait with a few maggots just to try get nay fish there grubbing about.
The liver went out and I fully expected a quick bite, Errrrr that never happened !!!
A switch to bread to try and mix it up had the same result and I was left wondering when I got the torch out to illuminate the rod tip when would that bit come ?
But then hang on a minute !!!
Damn it, I forgot about that bloody bright moon in the clear sky that looked almost full, you see looking back at my blog over the years I've never done any good at all when it's a bright as this. It was like a beacon of light hovering over the intimate swim.
I gave it a self imposed hour after dusk and made my way out of there without even a nibble. I switched to liver the last half an hour as that was the bait I came to fish with, but no, nothing materialised whatsoever.
So a blank sadly, anyway I had to stop off at the shops afterwards where Tesco were selling these waving cats for New Year, so I'm hoping that will bring me some luck on the forthcoming sessions. 😀. Now this Fortune Cat, or Maneki Neko, is very popular in Japanese and Chinese cultures.
The Maneki Neko is a talisman that is believed to attract good luck and fortune for its owners. Thus, it's very common to find a Maneki Neko on display in stores, restaurants and other businesses. Or in my case in the Jimny. Watch this space, my catch results are about to takeoff !! £3.50 well spent I'm sure.
The wind was picking up big time after this session down at the Warwickshire Avon. I wanted to try liver out again you see and fancied a decent Chub before the season ends, because well, I've not caught a decent Chevin in ages.
Unlike the unbelievable cost of the NHS track and trace system 25 Billion so far 😮 (anyone still got the app on their phones ?) chicken liver is as cheap as chips and from time to time it's nice to fish an honest bait, a bait that is not only cost efficient but it is also effective in catching fish and does what it says on tin, well ok, in Tesco's finest plastic packaging.
Heck if you don't use all the pieces for your session whack them in a pan and have them on toast for some evening nibbles !!!!
Now as much as I don't mind fishing when it's blowy, staring at a quiver tip wouldn't really be possible in 25 mph winds never mind the gusts which could well be 40 mph. To be honest I do touch ledger from time to time but I've never really had that much success with the technique.
The bait certainly worked though because the last session here as the light was going and dusk was tapping me on the shoulder two ridiculous bites where I struck in to nothing, the chicken livers clearly doing the business despite no crafty Chevin on the end.
I wasn't particularly happy with the rig though, the longshank hook looked far too big and cumbersome and the piece of liver, well even Hannibal Lecter would raise his eyebrows to this rather large metabolite detoxifier.
Maybe the chickens that these came from were fed on a liquid diet of Chianti, even after the lovely task of trimming them down they still looked like they had come from a turkey not a blood brother of contrasting size.
The liver however is the heaviest internal organ and the largest gland in the human body, so maybe not unusual and out of proportion for this egg layer after all ?
So the hook was changed to the best Chub hook in the world for his session ? you know, those Drennan Micro Barbed Wide Gape Specialist jobbies. When they are in they don't come out that's for sure, but this time I'll partner the hook with a bait more befitting the hook size. A more manageable 50p sized piece, not something the cat had just brought up.
Last time here the flick of the feeding switch was quite incredible really with nothing at all, and then Wallop !!!, from a motionless rod and twiddling ones fingers to full on carnage. How I didn't connect was beyond me really, but still, fishing is never boring is it, well it is if you make it that way, I love experimenting and mixing it up, I always have done.
Now I'd had this stretch largely to myself being 'local' but for some reason for this session it was the opposite. I went all the way down to the end of the stretch but again after finding a deserted carp-park there were 3 cars that braved the bankside conditions and had actually driven to their pegs which is only allowed in matches.
A natter to one of the guys stick float fishing he and his socially distancing mates (100 yards apart) were having a friendly knock-up before the season ended and the weather changed.
They had been trotting maggots they had been doing ok for the chub and one angler a couple of small barbel. My favourite peg was available though and one of the bailiffs wished me luck, like he did last time I was here. The river had dropped quite a bit and the water turbidity look ideal for a bite.
I just got that feeling especially when the seat box frequenters were having a few out so to speak. A super short session this so with dusk half an hour away and the first liver bait untouched I rebaited the hook with a new piece for one last chuck.
With the bait I removed broke in to two pieces and thrown in to the swim as freebies it was just a matter of sitting back and waiting for my dedicated chub rods tip to go over. Out of the blue an inquiry, only a dainty pull though and not enough to dislodge the bait, but at least I knew there was fish in the swim.
Then official dusk went by so I had 30 mins to be off but I know from experience this is the time things can change big time when that fish feeding switch is pressed. Sure enough, wham !!! a ridiculous bite on the liver and as I was anticipating it with my hand firmly clasped on to the rod I struck in almost unison.
A fish was on !!!!
I knew it was a decent fish but with decent end tackle which I tied afresh for this session I was confident there hook would hold and the fish would be mine. Sure enough after a decent spirited fish a Chevin on the liver was resting in the net.
Unhooked on the mat it had coughed up what looked like the matchman's maggots at first but I 'm sure it had already eaten the freebies and passed them through its pharyngeal teeth. A good fish too, I thought it would go bigger on the scales judging by its full belly but it wasn't that long like many of these Warwickshire Avon Chub.
5lb 2 ounces was not to be sniffed out though and I might try and get another session in if I can before the season end. So there you go, liver another bait that has merit, but then, you know from this blog and your own fishing, the Chub have an appetite like no other fish and that's why they are up there as one of my favourite species.
How Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame came about is quite incredible really, it was released 25 years ago this month, and somehow a ratings board made up of parents decided that a film with a musical number about lust and hellfire was a goer.
Quasimodo was a fictional character and the main protagonist of the 1831 novel by Victor Hugo. The novel has been described as a key text in French literature and has been adapted for film over a dozen times
Telling the story of the disfigured bell ringer Quasimodo who longs for a life on the outside, and a plot that involves the threat of genocide against Gypsies was appropriate for a general audience was nothing to worry about.
Would it be allowed in 2021, I very much doubt it where the wokeists seem to have got a foothold at the moment.
Now one day, Quasimodo whose only friends are talking gargoyles breaks free and lays his eyes upon local Gypsy girl Esmeralda, and stands up to his tyrant master to help and save Esmeralda.
I'm sure thousands of dollars must have changed hands somewhere I’m sure, because ok this woke world has changed significantly in just a couple of years, but even 25 years ago I thought it would have been difficult to get the tick in the box especially as its an animated movie made for kids.
....Mick back on topic please,
....well the last time we went fishing and a paddle at the Arrow at that weekend I'd somehow pulled a back muscle so on the Monday morning I was walking like good old Quasi and like him I needed a change from work and the four home office walls and needed to get outside.
Luckily for me and the fish the heatwave had come to an end whilst I was recovering and we'd had some much needed rain and a nice drop in temperature.
It almost felt like being in proper lock-down again as I'd barely left the house with work being a welcome distraction.
With some ibuprofen pills and also gel and not trying to do too much I was feeling a little better a week and a half later so after a well deserved curry and pint with a mate Phippo at the 'Joey' I'd pop in to the syndicate stretch for a once over on bailiff duties.
I did manage to get the odd walk out with the kids who now off school for the summer holidays the Wife has the job of occupying them whilst I work from home and popping in to the office once in a while.
The last walk out the thunder and lightning was quite incredible and luckily it didn't last long as the kids hate it. Sam changes from wigging his worm happily to a look of fear and Sam, well he has even been know to shed a tear or ten.
So with the river still being low and clear despite the odd downpour I'll head to the 'bomb hole' which ain't far away to see what I could winkle out.
If you're new to this blog this swim of significance really is quite an eye opener. My postie Bob put me on to it as it was a big chub haven back in the day and despite fishing here over the years I'd never realised it was here.
You see there isn't a peg as such to fish here really but the waters surfaces does show that there is something strange going on so I was surprised I didn't twig to get the deeper out before.
The change in depth is really quite dramatic where 4 to 5 foot all over a sudden becomes 3-4 times that. Even for this trip when the river is a foot or two below normal levels there is still 14ft over their heads.
I'd fished it for Chub initially and had a PB at the time at the first session but then a couple or three subsequent trips were a tad disappointing. I was back though and this time because of the size of the swim I'd fish two rods both for chub.
So on one rod a pungent small cheese and garlic boilie and the other a chunk of chicken liver which had proved a fantastic chub bait that had worked straight from the off when I tried it last season.
The bites were frankly quite ridiculous but I'd only fished liver in the colder months so I always wonder what it would be like in the summer conditions where again it was another warm evening.
I would fish a smaller bait this time though, not the donkey choker I'd used before, still a big hook mind you these have got big gobs after-all.
Just above the 'bomb hole' the water is quite well oxygenated because in complete contrast to this 'feature' it is shallow and pacey. Fish would feel comfortable here there is no doubt about that and they could easily venture in to the deep bit if they didn't want to be seen out in the open.
Despite the rain the river is still gin clear so after positioning the bait I didn't expect much action till the sun started to set and I was right. An hour and a half in to the session without even a pluck or a tap I expected as much.
There was other activity though as the sun started to set as the predators became active. A couple of huge pike strikes that were launching in to the shoals of bait fish and the namesake launching themselves out of the water to evade the chasing perch.
Just as the light was almost gone the first sign of chub in the swim when a couple of boils on the surface they were taking stuff off the top.
It can be almost like a switch on the Warwickshire Avon when the chub and barbel start to go on the hunt for food and this session was no exception.
With my rod tops being illuminated by these battery powered indicators I've been trying out the first indication there were fish about. A proper fast bite that was not far off a 4ft twitch. The liver was getting interest and sure enough a few minutes after the first pull a proper bite developed and a fish was on.
What I didn't expect though was what I felt on the end, ok it was pulling back but not the stamp of fish I was after. In-fact one of the smallest chub I caught in a while that succumbed to the lambs liver.
It has a more robust texture than chickens liver and therefore stays on the hook better. Unhooked and the liver went out again with only a few more tentative pulls before I called an end to the session. The boilie rod, nothing....
....disappointing, yeap as this swim has so much potential.
Now quick and easy to put together, this cost of living crisis beating, light crispy pork dish is a mega taste treat in the Newey household, especially when with the fresh lemon and thyme adding plenty of zing, the panko breadcrumbs and parmesan adding plenty of taste and texture.
It’s my take on the classic Wiener schnitzel and I think it’s worthy of a place on any Viennese table. Makes pork steaks go a long way, too, every little counts my friends.
Anyway out with the clingfilm and rolling pin, bash, bosh, bang and give something for the neighbours to talk about !!!
Watercress, coleslaw and garlic salt dusted wedges it's a taste sensation !!!
Now Chub have captivated me than any other coarse fish I reckon, even more than the Zander, mainly because they fall for all manner of tactics that suits my fishing style, but also the character they possess.
It helps that they are hard fighting and fish balanced tackle for them a 5lb chub headed for the snags is a joy to behold.
From float fishing, pinging plugs, surface offerings and simple quiver tactics using a huge variety of baits, its the fact chub will be biting whatever the weather means they have always been up there in my favourite species list.
Whitebait, Raspberry Mushrooms, Mackerel, Steak and more recently Liver have been in my bait armoury of the years and liver in particular the bites on the tip were quite ridiculous really, where a motionless 1oz tip would jump in to life like a dog when its food bowl had been put out, or the lethargic Wife when a new bottle of gin has been opened.
Now for this short post work session a trip to the syndicate stretch was in order where I could fish a smash and grab session parked behind my peg.
A stretch of convenience which ain't usually my thing but I've already caught some nice chub here and I know that 6lbers have been caught too and that's why I was here.
The plan was to fish bread initially and then fish some liver as the sun was setting and a torch was needed to illuminate the tip.
The swim chosen was a little deeper than the norm and I spotted some decent fish milling around here in the heatwave despite them not up for feeding.
Having not having the motivation to go fishing of late I was hoping some recent rain would spur the fish on for a feed, as the bigger chub have nowhere to be seen in the waters I have been fishing. Anyway, talking of fishing, better get the rod out hadn't I !!!
With a nip in the air the first bite on bread came after a couple of minutes of casting out, the bait suspended a foot off the bottom wafting around in the flow.
I struck in to something solid but after a few seconds the fish was off and I reeled in the line with the entire rig gone, grippa stops, running bead, weight, hook the look. Yeap a pike I assume decided it wanted to get in on the action.
So after resetting up it was back out with the bread and 3 chub succumbed to the bread tactics. I switched to the liver as the sun was setting having just heard the news the Queen had died 😢 (we raised a glass later), and it didn't take long for the tip to go round.
This was a better fish though and after a decent battle it was in the net. A 4lber all day long and after weighing it, it went 4lb 8 ounces. A lovely chub indeed and make the trip out worthwhile especially when the threatened thunderstorms and heavy rain never materialised.
With the fish retained in the landing net I got the bait out again and was hoping for another bite. Sadly not though but the swim is almost in its own containment so the fight may well have disturbed any other fish that might have been in the swim.
Still chub fishing can be like that, the most cautious and cagey fish don't give themselves up that easily. An enjoyable couple of hours though and nice to see the tip go round, kind of missed it !!
With the days starting to get longer its nice to start to get out on the bank midweek without having to employ the covert 'mouse jiggler' to prevent the computer going in to power saving mode and triggering the Teams 'available' status to one of 'away' heck I'm still available, I just might not be stuck in-front of the CAD machine.
From now onwards work can be done and dusted and I can be on the road and be riverside well before dusk where I can set the stall out before the blinds start to close.
Before I start anything fishing related, for the movie lovers out there 'Nobody, is one of those movies I can certainly relate too, ok, farfetched maybe, but hey, it's a movie they are meant to be. He has two children with his wife Becca and an unremarkable office job in his father-in-law Eddie's metal fabrication company. His marriage is strained, and his working life seems tedious.
But Hutch Mansell, an underestimated and overlooked dad and husband, taking life’s indignities on the chin and never pushing back.
A nobody....
At first, he seems like a passive individual who fails to act while two people rob his home, but the film ultimately reveals that he's a highly-methodical man, one with a history of violence.
When "Nobody" sets off to find his daughter's missing bracelet, his hidden past, a life he left behind comes back bigtime and boy you don't want to get in the way of him and his compadres.
Because when his trigger was pushed, boy all hell breaks loose. A bloodbath, lets leave it at that, give it a yourself it's a good watch. Now it is the Nobody's soundtrack that captures the mundanities of everyday life, and the collective songs correlate with the protagonist's identity crisis.
"Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood" - Nina Simone is the opener, "Let the Good Times Roll" - Shirley Goodman & Leonard Lee the concluder and lots of great songs in-between.
Now talking of blood baths, with the cheesepaste reserves almost as empty as our local Tesco's man-sized tissues and chicken breast shelves it was out with the gob stopping protein filled chicken livers for this short dusk in to dark session.
Liver certainly attracts the bigger chub and I've had some reasonable success fishing in to dark when the fish are more likely to bite.
With clearing waters and bright blue skies the fish on the Warwickshire Avon can often go in to hiding, but fish when the light goes and in that hour in to dark, if you are going to get a bite from a bigger fish, that's the small window to target I've found.
It was going to be a chilly one so I'd rather not be out in it too long so 1.5-2 hours is enough to keep not only myself on the angling rails but also to keep the every increasing workload at bay for a while. I like many don't think about anything when fishing, its quite amazing really, that life pressure kill-switch off from door to bank and bank to door.
Planning is the key for my fishing as it works for me so well I've often penned the blog post for the session before actually fishing it, the engineer in my I suppose.
Ad-hoc works for sure but 9 times out of 10, I know what I'm doing 24 hours before so that means tackle and bait sorted, car loaded, clothes neatly folded. As you see here, no messing with the baits bankside, the liver already neatly prepared.
One swim was pre-baited with some pre-cut pieces of chicken livers and if the main swim wasn't doing anything well in to dark, I'd drop in to the swim on the way back to the car to see if a chub was helping itself to the freebies.
Bites can be savage using liver but every twenty minutes or half an hour the bait needs to changed ideally as the effectiveness of the oozing offal can 'literally' wear off I've found. You know me, no special tactics either, a size 6 hook, a matchbox size piece of liver, sit back and wait. !!!!
No fellow syndicate member Dave Williams abacus rod rests to be seen here, just the lightest quiver I can get away with and a dedicated chub rod to enjoy the fight. My chub fishing of later has seen little change, but there is a good reason for that, as it just works.
Dusk came and went and half an hour in to the first swim I caught a chub from last time I was biteless and usually if there is a chub or two in waiting they would have revealed themselves by now, so it was time for a move.
I dropped in to another swim downstream and again fished this for nearly half an hour without even a knock and it was fingers and toes crossed for the final swim. The swim I'd pre-baited when I got there.
It looked perfect for a bite despite the cold but again the tip didn't flinch, didn't move. By this time everything was freezing around me and I was questioning ones own sanity
But then it was nice to be out and with homemade coconut daal and onion bhaji's to look forward to at least I had something to look forward to. On to the next one, a blank !!! On the way back I decided to stop off at Morrisons to get ingredients to replenish the cheesepaste reserves, needs must.
If you've read my blog over the years you will know I love experimenting with different baits for Chub and this session down at the handy club water I'd fish up to official dusk and a little after and I'd something new to try.
So Tesco visited for the bait, luckily largely deserted unlike the garden centre I drove past which was full to the rafters with post vaccinated pension plunderers I'd imagine....
Remind me why the pubs are shut again ?
Liver you say, well yes....
....i'd stumbled upon a YouTube video you see from a German angler who was using Chicken Livers straight on the hook for his local loggerheads. I don't think it's anything new to honest, but still had it popped up in ones feed for a reason ?
Another bait to try for Chevin, would it work ?
Only one way to find out !!!!
Now I've used lamprey, steak, whitebait, unidentifiable Chinese meaty snacks even chunks of mackerel in the past and the latest bait to catch a greedy Chevin on was of all things, Tesco Raspberry Nipples, sorry Raspberry mushrooms.
To be honest is there anything that Chub wouldn't eat ? probably not a huge list, their insatiable appetite proceeds them.
The advantage of chicken liver much like the steak and meet offering is that not only does it give off a smell that is attractive to the chub, but also distributes a small cloud of blood in the water, which should hopefully draw the fish to the bait. Because this effect does not last forever, the bait should be renewed regularly.
Still I was only here for a couple of hours so a small packet of cheapo livers should suffice.
Apparently using this method if you have to wait more than half an hour for a bite, I either have to change the bait or the spot, because most of the bites usually come shortly after being cast out.
A quick fumble with the fresh liver to trim off the nasty bits to more manageable pieces, the Wife gave me a look of discust, nothing new there I might add, but probably using the best kitchen scissors probably wasn't a good idea.
Now when I tried whitebait which was a success by the way, it's also something different the Chub may not have seen.
After banking a few nice fish here on cheesepaste my results have been more blanks than anything else.
Ok the fish may not even be in the swim which doesn't help but they do wise up to baits no denying that, so why not try something different, it could well be the edge I was looking for.
The recent drop in temperatures could well put the other fish off, but at least there is an outside chance of a Chub or two if they were around and up for a feed.
Like much of the Warwickshire Avon when the levels have dropped and its clearing coming up to dusk the fish start to move after hiding up where ever they can, out of harms way.
This swim has some nice depth and there is always chub there and I've had some decent ones over the years.
I've a dedicated chub rod these days because I've found that ok, the most determined of Chub can still hook themselves on the Barbel rod but with a more flexible quiver to pull against the lack of resistance or the less the chub feels he is less likely to eject a bait.
If you do get snappy bites that you cannot connect to, often leaving a slack line allows the fish to feel less resistance and often it can outwit these crafty fish.
Anyway method in ones madness ?
Well an hour without so much as a nibble as soon as the light started to go I started to get bites but then nothing new to be seen here. Anyway to cut a long story short as I've dinner to make and wine to pour, dusk came where I had two ridiculous barbel'esk bites where I pulled in to nothing.
I think I used far too big'a pieces and wasn’t confident in the longshank hook I used.
Club rules dictated I had to be off before a headtorch was needed as I'm sure I'd have banked something, still it was nice to chill. I will try it again next week as the bait certainly worked the rig didn’t, a smaller bait and a better hook, and somewhere I can fish in to dark what is the best chub hook again....?
I really wasn't that bothered about going fishing, however to be fair I had promised Sam I'd take him again. The weather wasn't brilliant with a cold-ish wind that would bump the quiver tip all over the place but in the end I gave in to Sam's wimper.
He wanted to fish the same peg we had caught some chub from the other day but upon arriving at the secure car-park we knew those cars would be in the peg(s) we wanted to fish, we just knew it.
And we were right on our assumption, as a couple of matchman with enough gear to start a tackle shop of their own were in our intended pegs. But the two next to each other have always been some of the favoured pegs on this section.
A chat with one of them, he'd managed a few chublets and also a small barbel but was struggling with anything decent to put a bend in the rod. He said the river isn't fishing that well of late and many anglers are struggling. They'd be off before dusk I know that just when the big fish start to venture out for a mosey about.
We left them to it and headed to another swim that holds some decent fish which was only a 5 minute walk away. We were out of bread however on-route I could stop off at the shop and get some, well that's what I thought because they'd sold out of literally everything, thankfully I'd had a back-up plan, some lambs liver left over from a lunchtime cook-up.
If you're a reader of my blog you'd know I've been experimenting with liver to catch chub for a good while now. It does seem to single out the bigger fish so I was looking forward to see what we could catch once the light went.
It really is a like a switch on the Warwickshire Avon where as soon as the bats appears the bigger fish do to. That was an hour away so Sam got catching minnows using some bread in a cup where sadly he didn't manage to catch any of the bigger ones.
It kept him occupied though, because apart from the odd rattle the liver was doing naff all in the fairly deep swim. If we didn't know any different we might have moved, but then Sam who now wanted in on the quiver rod was all set-up ready to go.
I've mentioned before there is a strict curfew here where you need to be off half an hour past official dusk so you need to connect to any bites you get if possible. Sam missed three really powerful bites where he hooked in to nothing when dusk was with us, and the chub were really on to the bait. We'd primed the swim with some pellets when we got there, helped I think.
I decided to have a go and the same thing happened to me, an unmissable bite missed where literally the 1 ounce tip bent all the way to where it connects to the rod and then some more.
With curfew approaching Sam let me have another chance at it where this time I managed to connect to a chub that didn't actually put up much of a fight. A 4lber I say because when I lifted it out the net for a quick photo it weighed more than I thought. So at least we'd not blanked, Sam had another 5 mins but no more bites sadly but the good thing about travelling light is that you can be eek the last dregs of the fishing session out and be off within a minute or so.
I'm sure the more visible bread had been the better option but still it just goes to show that chub really will eat anything in order to quell their hunger.
