Sunday, 17 October 2021

Warwickshire Avon - Nephelococcygia and Nestitherapy

A small window of opportunity had to be grasped with two hands....

I love this spur of the minute sessions though, those sessions that actually go to plan for once because you see I fancied a Warwickshire Avon Zander and to cut a long story short I actually caught one !!!! 

Yes really, which after a string of mediocre sessions was most welcome indeed. 

After the fishing in the morning me and the rabble went in to Stratford-Upon-Avon with Sam on his bike and us for a stroll during a pint at the Dirty Duck I still had fishing on my mind.

So when we got back I had a couple of hours before I had to make tracks so I hot footed it to an area that is not only deep but also has some cover. More a trek then Sam would be up for hence why I was here on my tod. 

A dropped run within ten minutes at least there were fish in the swim. I can tell Zander bites though and ten minutes later after messing around with the bait for a while a confident bite ensued.

I tightened up to the size 1 Sakuma 440 circle hook and knew it was hooked nicely after the first run. Zander can fight if they want too and this one didn't like that it was hooked.

And I could see it trying to shake the hook in the clear water. The swim was around 12 or 13 feet deep so Zander are top dog in these sort of areas where it's dark and sluggish. It was eventually landed and I had a lovely looking Zed in the landing net showing off its summer colours. 

How can you not like Zander when they look as good as this one did. Not a massive fish going 6lb on the scales but most welcome all the same. I even left before dusk because one fish would do and I left happy. From door to door in an hour and a half, the Wife hadn't even realised I left. One of these sessions where it did go to plan for once. 

Saturday, 16 October 2021

Warwichshire Avon - Quacksalvers and Quadragenarians

A shared passion is hard to beat especially when the journey to the Warwickshire Avon the music was blasting with Sam nodding his head to the beat of one of Carl Cox's latest techno uploads.

The stereo system now transformed beyond the ability of the electrical engineers at Suzuki where I'm sure given the opportunity they would fall short. It's all about the bass, the bass I tell you. 

To be honest I knew this session wouldn't be brilliant with the Avon being so clear but Sm was keen to get out and sometimes a father and son bonding session doesn't have to go to plan now does it.

Bites were hard to come by from fish bigger than a minnow anyway. There were millions of the buggers all queuing up to get their mouths around the grubs. In one of the swims just a lift of the maggotless hook would often foul hook one of the greedy miniature maggot grabbers.

Sam was quite happy with that action to be fair where I was looking for fish more worthy of a landing net. I had a chunk of roach on a deadbait rod out in each swim we visited.

For the first hour all the action can from the minnows though with other fish failing to show really. The Avon is back to being crystal clear again and we could see the bottom in almost all swims. 

The last swim though the first drop of the his crystal float bought an instant bite and he was in to a small roach. Sadly it dropped off when he was swinging it in, but to be honest he was quite happy back to catching minnows again. 

I put the deadbait out to out left where I had to move the grippa stop up the line because it was much deeper here. Still only 7 foot or so but enough for a predator to do what they do best and tuck themselves out of harms way ready to pounce. 

The float was off within ten minutes or so and the culprit was a small jack pike that had taken a liking to the section of roach.

Sam did the honours in landing it and after unhooking it he returned it to where it has come from. Only a short session and not much action but still, its not all about catching fish but the chance to spend one to one time with the likeminded and a chip off the old block. 

Friday, 15 October 2021

Warwickshire Avon - Gobio's and Gobemouches

The working week had flown by luckily but then I'm busy busy busy at the minute so the days go quick thankfully especially when our next holiday to Pembrokeshire is just around the corner. The highlight of the week, well not blanking that's for sure but a visit to see the first prototypes I've been working on one most probably. 

Over two years in to the project now and its the first time I've got to see one full size and on its wheels wheels just before it went for its camo wrap. 😎 And wow what a car, the next year or so will be incredibly busy so not let up really especially when its still a relatively small team. 

Still I cannot complain I would rather be busy than not. However you know me despite being slave to Microsoft Teams at the moment I really do need to seek those quiet times which is odd because when I have the house to myself I have to have the music blasting or the radio on ....

Now back in 2014, a paper published in Science found that many people would rather experience a painful electric shock than be left alone with their own thoughts (Wilson et al., 2014). 

But this finding doesn’t apply to everyone. People differ in the extent to which they tolerate (and even enjoy) spending time alone.

While some people consider solitude to be painful and boring, there are others who find solitude to be pleasant and interesting. 

But those who enjoy solitude those of us who prefer a quiet evening at home over a night out with friends at a noisy bar are often treated as outliers in modern life. There can be negative social consequences for solitude-seekers.

People assume that solitude-seekers are impervious to the pain of social exclusion. That they don’t want to join our parties, or work with us on new projects. But almost everyone dislikes being excluded. 

Even subtle forms of exclusion, like being snubbed by an anonymous stranger in a laboratory experiment, can provoke a strong emotional response.

Fishing is one of those pastimes that can offer so much to the solitude seeker and luckily for me, I'm fishing more than ever these days, why ? well it keeps me happy that's why. Now for this session I wanted some bites and some bold bites too, so the decision was made for me luckily, I fancied fishing for some gudgeon.

There are a couple of swims here that have gudgeon in numbers but its difficult to fish a float especially one swim where they are tucked up under a tree usually, where they can hide out the way of any predators.

There are some nice perch here you see, well I say that nothing massive but enough to keep Sam interested that's for sure. But its the gudgeon that are here year on year and not for everyone I know but I still love catching them. Why wouldn't I, they have captured me ever since I caught the first one. Almost barbel in miniature but with much more character.  

The first swim didn't produce any gudgeon whatsoever oddly with dace, small chub and perch succumbing to the maggots. The river is back to summer levels again and gin clear so I could see the bottom of almost all swims here.

When the perch turned up I went to the banker swim and the fish bite was from a cigarette case that looked like it had been on the bed for sometime. But year on year it always produced gudgeon and it didn't take long for the first gonk.

Then gonk after gonk after gonk. Some nice ones too to be fair and I could have amassed a decent weight I would imagine because as soon as the maggots hit the deck I bite was forthcoming. They are benthopelagic though. meaning that they inhabit the water just above the bottom. 

Great fun because who doesn't like catching a gudgeon. Such a fantastic looking fish and they seem to be getting rarer these days. 

Its surprising just how quick the time goes when you're fully concentrating on the quarry in question and the two and a bit hours went rather quick.

The sound of the river, the flash of a kingfisher, the bite from a gonk, sanity restored. An enjoyable session indeed. Now another two session lined up over the weekend, the first with Sam somewhere to get some bites on his whip and the new float he bought with his own money, and the second a roach and pike double dipping session me thinks. 

Warwickshire Avon - Love-Lanes and Longanimity

Flavour heavy foods such as this saag and mushroom paneer with a whole packet of spinach really need needs a beer to compliment the cooked spinach which when cooked can become tangy and slightly acidic in flavour. 

Many a home curry cook mask a rich saag curry with garlic or in many Indian restaurants with sugar, yes sugar to take away some of the bitterness. Now another way of cause is to have a robust beer to go with it and there is no better choice in my opinion than an imperial stout. 

This 10% offering from the Love Lane Brewery from Liverpool just so happened to be in the local Lidl for a couple of quid, which considering the strength of it, could well be up there with one of the beers to add to the tramp juice list. 

The term “imperial” simply refers to a big beer, both in terms of flavour and alcohol. The term is used interchangeably with “double” and “strong” to refer to any style of beer brewed with an extra dose of grains and hops to produce a higher ABV.
But why imperial? Some historical controversy surrounds the origin, but most agree that the first imperial beer was a particularly strong English stout that satisfied the tastes of the Imperial Court of Catherine the Great, the Empress of Russia, in the late 18th century.

Thus, the hefty Russian Imperial Stout was born from the stouts of the day, which themselves were stronger versions of the porters that had captivated England for decades.

Simply put, brewers craft strong beers with added helpings of grains and hops. The process for brewing beer is the same, no matter the size and strength of the end result. 

The grains provide fermentable sugars to the yeast, which goes to town consuming the sugar and creating the by-products that make beer the beverage we know and love: full of carbonation, flavour, and alcohol.  

That’s the magic of fermentation. The hops balance out the sweetness of the beer and come into play just prior to fermentation, when the brewer boils the grain with water and adds hops in increments to produce a range of bitterness and aroma. 

So, in essence, the math is plain, provide more sugar for the yeast, balance it out with more hops, and the yeast will create a proportional increase in flavour and ABV. Boom: a “bigger” beer.

Now this was a little flatter than I expected but a double mashed stout with notes of dark chocolate liquorice and roast malt, it still was nicely still full-bodied and rich but with that subtle sweetness stouts like this should possess. 

A couple of them with dinner though, yeap you certainly know about them. I recommend some rice AND naan to go with it. For the money not a bad drop though however I still cannot get over the fact my go-to beer Champion is the price it is and maybe I should stockpile it because I don't think the supermarkets have cottoned on what value for money it is. 

Anyway better get back to fishing this short session in to dusk I would visit the syndicate stretch to give it a once over and then fish some chicken liver an hour in to dusk and an hour beyond. 

I've tried liver a couple or three times now which much success. 

The last time a caught a >5lber succumbed to this rather rich offering. The bites can be savage in my limited experience and the problem is it's difficult to know after those initial pulls if the bait is on or not. To be fair its more about the cast where underarm is the way to go rather than a two handed head for the horizon jobbies. 

Now chub can avoid being hooked rather well and resistance they can feel can be key so if you get savage bites without a fish on the end, leave some slack line to the tip and this can often lead to a fish hooking itself after picking up the bait and feeling confident in taking it properly. 

Chub often show here and some good ones too, but then other days this stretch can be devoid of fish let alone the gluttonous Chevin. 

One of the problems I can see though is that I hooked a crayfish here that dropped off after I lifted it high out of the water. So I'd have another rod out with a paste wrapped boilie and some freebies via a pva bag. 

At least that should be crayfish resistance for a while especially as I tend to use air dried boilies these days, especially for Barbel when I want to avoid the chub. 

Now this is a diary of my fishing and its highs and lows and as anglers were get that feeling don't we when blanks are on the cards, and this was on of those. The river seemed utterly lifeless and back to gin clear again. 

I decided to try a swim I hardly fish because at least there is cover there for fish to take sanctuary.

A cygnet made a beeline to me and stayed in the swim for a good hour or so feeding on something off the bottom.

Maybe it was a sign to move but I was only here for a couple of hours so I decided to stick it out. 

The rods were motionless up until dusk however here often when dusk is ticked off the fish start moving. Not this evening though not even a pluck or a pull when the sun had dropped behind the skyline.

Usually something bites to indicate there are fish in the swim but nope, nada. In-fact 45 minutes past dusk in almost complete darkness I decided to head home 15 minutes early and the tail between my legs because there was nothing doing whatsoever. Another blank, so add to the other blanks I've been having of late. 

Wednesday, 13 October 2021

Warwickshire Avon - Carrotmen and Cacafuegos

Now Aunt Bessie’s factory in Hull produces a staggering 900 million Yorkshire puddings every year. Almost 30 tonnes of flour are used every day, in a business which employs 400 people. 110 million of those are Yorkshire puddings are made for Christmas apparently.

In fact, a bag of Yorkshire puddings is made every 1.2 seconds, yes that is correct, I wonder if the gas crisis hitting businesses at the minute will effect production at all ?. Lets hope not as we will have a nation having to make them from scratch, God help us, the lazy take note !!!!

So the batter rolls into ovens which are more than 50m long, and then out of the other end come perfectly formed Yorkshires. An automated masterpiece no doubt and mass production on a grand scale.  

The odd one which doesn’t quite make the cut is discarded, with all food waste becoming animal feed, all adding to the 'sustainability' credentials I suppose we everyone needs to be crying from the rooftops these days it seems. 

Now what I find staggering is not only that so many are sold, but why would you buy premade ones when they are so easy to make ?

Especially when you can chose the right baking vessel for your plate and effectively  tailor the shape to suit your culinary needs. 

Now a shallow but wide tray produce these beauties above that are fit for a King, especially when they are seasoned with added sage and onion salt for some flavour interest. 
I think kids need to get involved at cooking at an early stage even if it's just measuring out the milk, weighing the flour, cracking the eggs and giving the whisking a go, there is no better way to start than a Yorkshire Pudding.  

Now talking of not quite making the cut, this rogue carrot turned up huddled up amongst some rather uniform and much longer humdrum and it stood out from this rest despite its visual predicament. 

Sam named it "carrotman" and at the minute it is proudly taking residence in our fridge as to "make it last as long as possible" I've always loved an outsider and Zander a little like the Zeds in the local canal network those that swim in the Warwickshire Avon are here to stay too. 

They look like no other fish species that swim within our waters and luckily a fantastic fish to catch, because they really have captured me as a species. 

I've probably in to the four figures now on numbers of fish I've caught and despite catching a canal 11lber I'm still going to target them from time to time. Why wouldn't I ? once you get the bug, there is no let up in the interest in catching them. But then one man’s sprat is t’other’s Salmon. 

Take a look at one of the Insulate Britain Activists who is married to a TFL Manager. Imagine the chat around the dining table would be along the lines of, 'how was your day'?, oh horrendous, huge tailback on the motorway, gridlock and mayhem. 'How was yours'?. Oh, hurt my hand gluing it to the road, M'Dear

Now this private section of the Warwickshire Avon Nic from Avon Angling UK has got access too has produced some nice Zander for me and him in the past and we were back for another session. 

They do show in the daylight hours but as soon as the light goes that's when if they are in the area they tend to move about so the plan was to meet up an hour before dusk and then fish to whenever we got bored. 

The Zander that we tend to catch there do seem to travel around in packs and from the same year group almost as they were of similar size, but we'd not fished for them for a bit so were there lonesome lunkers to be caught now ? only one way to find out. 

Simple tactics as usual here for me, running rigs, wire traces, circle hooks and my Zander bobbins on alarms. Bait, well on one, a section of roach and the other half a smelt.

Nic was employing similar tactics apart from running a float around the rather lifeless looking water before he couldn't see it. What I didn't expect was to get some interest on the LH rod within 20 minutes of it being out and a couple of lifts of the bobbin and beeps on the alarm eventually the section of roach was taken confidently. 

To be fair I had suspicions on what the fish when I felt it on the end of the circle hook because it kept low and also didn't give that distinctive fight that pike do.

After a couple of runs it was heading towards the bank, right near my feet and then it turned away at the last minute and I got to see its flanks before the hook pulled somehow or it ejected the bait. A couple more tentative takes for the next couple of hours and that was it. Nic I don't think had any interest whatsoever. 

The Avon can be moody at the best of times so to be honest not unusual. Still it was good to have a catch up and when the heavens opened and hour and a half in to dark it was time to pack up and make a move. No sitting in the dark for 5 days for one bite to be seen here. 

So sadly not enough footage to make a video for Nic, but then that is fishing for you isn't it, and to be honest fishing on the Warwickshire Avon is tough if the Angling Gods are not looking down on you. We'll give it a go another time maybe when conditions are more favourable and to mix it up a bit I might put a livebait on one of the rods. 

Friday, 8 October 2021

Warwickshire Avon - Nippitatums and Neuropsychology

I hadn't been up this stretch of the Warwickshire Avon for a good while but there is always a chance of a barbel. The decline in numbers has been quite profound from when I first became a member where rock up and hour before dusk you could almost guarantee some action. In my locality, this stretch always holds the species year on year which is encouraging even though the biomass has certainly reduced.  

Now barbel are something of an enigma among river fish, at times so easy to catch, at others nigh impossible. The latter is more common by far. 

Early season fishing in June and July are the most productive times, then the fish become progressively slower throughout summer. They are quick to learn, and soon you must work very hard for every fish you catch. 

Late September and October see a revival of more consistent fishing especially for big fish, and October is arguably the best month of all for real heavyweights.

With the first period of pronounced frosts comes the end of consistent sport. From then on, throughout winter, barbel can still be caught when weather and water conditions are right, for example during mild westerly and southerly winds that bring enough rain to raise the river level and increase its colour and flow.

When fishing for them on the Warwickshire Avon I like to target them when the conditions are more favourable because of the lack of numbers (where I fish) means the action can be very much limited. If I really wanted a barbel fix I'd travel to the Wye and maybe the Trent but they haven't 'got me' like they have others so not a massive issue to me.  

But if Barbel are your thing and you can travel why wouldn't you ? You can see why certain rivers get the most attention and go for it I say, angling offers so much variety and those are dictated by the angler, not the finger pointers that for some reason it doesn't suit their agenda.  

Now the reality is, its a big-un I really want on the Warks Avon and there is going to be much waiting around and I've found January being a good time to catch a lump. Outside of that target the chub and if a barbel comes along its a welcome capture. 

The water was clearing fast so simple tactics for this session a very buoyant float and a top suited for long trotting. Now I roved for the first hour and it was fruitless and the other 3 members on the stretch were struggling for bite. One guy not even a knock for 3 hours. It was travelling light too so I was surprised he lasted that long, I'd have lost the will way before that, but then long biteless sessions are not for me.

Now not all swims here are suitable for trotting, in-fact over the 2 and a bit mile stretch only a few swims really and the one pictured above produced the first bite and the others after. 

Lots of casts, lots of retrieves but in the end lobworm was doing the trick, 5 fish succumbed to the method the biggest 4lb but it was the biggest I had from the tail-end of the stretch.

So good sport when a static bait might have been ignored bur again no barbel showed even after switching to meat for the last 20 minutes. I don't do enough of this really because when I catch fish like this I really do enjoy it. You don't need much tackle either which does suit my style as an angler.

No trolley to be seen here. Now we are at a friends Wedding tomorrow so my fishing will be curtailed over the weekend but no doubt I can start racking them up again next week. The kids looked after, a night in a hotel, I think I might buy a lottery ticket a night like this has been a long time coming. 

We get to see some friends that we've not seen before the first lockdown, I cannot wait, happy days !!!!

Now where is that bottle of Champion !!!

Warwickshire Avon - Limaciforms and Lumpenintelligentsia

Now the birds eye chilli also known as African Devil or Thai chilli, The 'Mother' of all Chillies! The chillies are used in Ethiopian and Asian dishes. Some state this is even hotter than Habanero. Bird's eye chillies produces small thin walled hot peppers, fruits ripen from green through orange to red. 

With a Scoville rating of 100-175,000 if you cannot deal with chilli heat or spice, this one ain't for you. Even for me a couple of chilli's sliced up and sprinkled over this Pad Thai dish I knocked up is about on the cusp of my enjoyment abilities.

In Vietnamese cuisine, these chilis are used in soups, salads, and stir-fried dishes. They are also put in a wide variety of sauces, pastes, and marinades, used as a condiment or eaten raw, both fresh and dried.

In Thai cuisine, these chilis are highly valued for their fruity taste and extreme spiciness. They are extensively used in many Thai dishes, such as in Thai curries and in Thai salads, green as well as the ripe red chilis, or they can just be eaten raw on the side, with for instance, khao kha mu (stewed pork trotter served with rice). Doesn't that sound nice. 

Anyway enough of that, I had fishing to do. Now a good thing about the featherweight Suzuki Jimny with its excellent ground clearance, with tyres with fat sidewalls and skinny widths is that the track down to this part of the Warwickshire Avon is no issue whatsoever.

Even when the mud is wet and sticky despite the undulating terrain and changes of gradient whack it in low ratio and whilst like for this session the other two anglers had to use the official parking scratching their chins whether not to give it a go or not, the little Jimny doesn't have to think about it. 

It means those short sessions I like to do are more palatable and it means I don't really need to do much planning really. Gear in the car job done.

For this session before doing a proper barbel session given the opportunity I'd rove around like I do with lobworms as bait. The water from being strong tea coloured was starting to clear and it was an ideal colour to try and temp a chub, perch or even a barbel.

I remember a session here a few years ago now a mad hour spell where 5 barbel succumbed to the humble lobworm where meat didn't get a look in.

The only problem is sometime the bootlace eels can arrive and they can be a hindrance. Use big pieces of meat like I do they can have a good go but they won't hook themselves when lobworms are being used.

The first swim produced perch after perch and some nice ones too. There is always a slack in this one particular swim despite how high the river is.

I've had quite a few barbel over the years here too as away from the slack when the river is up there is a nice steady glide where they can stretch their fins. As soon as the first bootlace arrived it was time to unsticks and try another swim.

On-route I'd bumped in to the other two anglers on this stretch who had been fishing most of the day.

Some nice chub were caught and also a 6lb or so barbel. He'd not caught a barbel and he was using the day ticket supplied by his mate a member. Doesn't always go to plan now does it, but he was chuffed his mate felt the power of a barbel especially when he was fishing a swim where the water was bombing through.

It didn't take long for me to catch the first chub the first fish a 3lber that had been in the wars. His flanks showing the signs of being attacked by a pike most likely. 

The chub seemed to be right on to the lobworms and I managed another 4 in half an hour so would have amassed a half decent weight considering I was only bankside for a couple of hours. No barbel succumbed to the lobworms but still an enjoyable session on a river that is fishing well at the moment. 

Thursday, 7 October 2021

Warwickshire Avon - Tatonnements and Tartarian Pits

Lots of thumb twirling this week wondering what the heck I was going to fish for. The Avon had risen and fallen nicely after the considerable dumping of rain we had the early hours of Tuesday morning so it would be in good shape for this short evening session. 

When I've been working from home my lunches have gone from sarnies and Greek yogurt with honey, walnuts and fruit to the odd hot relatively healthy brunch in-between. The cockles in need of warming it seems, and ones winter coat may have to to be dusted off sooner than I thought it would be. The fish I'm sure will start to pack the weight on from this day forward. 

Now the diary makers and bank account fillers had upped their quota this week and ones fishing opportunities would be very small indeed. 

To be fair it suits me as I'd rather cram the number of sessions in rather than one long drawn our affair. I had planned to meet up with fellow blogger The Essex Scribbler and Bureboy at the Grand Union but just couldn't make things work sadly. 

I've mentioned it in this blog many a time, just a couple of hours here and there really do work wonders for my psyche and It keeps me on the straight and narrow. Life can be all consuming and for many like me, we all need an outlet and me time whether that is riding a bike, going to the gym, walking the dog, baking cakes or for me its the piece and quiet of a river bank.

What has also helped is my presence, or lack off on social media was one of the biggest changes I made many moons ago and to be honest was a little odd a first, because back then Facebook was very new to the scene and was a must have amongst ones peer group. 

The reaction to the recent outage was quite ridiculous really like the word was about to end, but then social media is embedded in many peoples lives these days, I'm the odd one out, oh well not for the first time, I quite like it that way if I'm honest !!!  

Anyway back to the fishing, for this season whilst waiting for those Zander floats to bob down the canal I decided for this season that a 6lb Warwickshire Avon Chub would be one of my targets as would be a double figure river Zander. 

Autumn is well and truly here now, so with the leaves starting to fall and the temperatures dropping whilst the river has some more water on the conditions are certainly improving for fishing. 

I could fish rivers such as the Lower Severn or even the Trent for a better chance of a double figure Zander but my blog since its conception has always been about the Warwickshire Avon and its tributaries.

The further you go down the Avon the better the chance of a double but locally for me I haven't done too bad considering I don't fish for river Zander as much as I should do really. I suppose the canal double challenge was my Zed fishing fix and that was a single minded carpet bombing approach that I wouldn't dare to try and match on waters flowing.

I like mixing things up a bit and fishing for all manner of species be it big or small. I cannot think of many anglers that would fish exclusively for Gudgeon and then Barbel the following day. 

So for this <2 hour'er I fancied some predator fishing so two rods and small sections of roach under a float. The swim I fancied I lost a decent fish towards the end of last season and with the river up here is a nice wide open swim where two rods can be fished no problem. 

It always hold fish with water on but only the last couple of weeks its been fishable really because in low summer levels the bigger fish feel far too vulnerable here as its very open and they go where there is cover. 

When I got bankside I was amazed just how coloured the water was, I can only assume that the ground is becoming saturated now and leaking like a sponge. Now I did contemplate going back for the barbel gear but to be honest I was after Zander and they are up for a feed when it is as coloured as this.

What an odd session though, two bites within 20 minutes the first a typical Zander bite and I tightened up to nothing. Then the second bite came on the righthand rod and this one was really confident indeed, as soon as the float submerged I tightened up to the circle hook felt the fish on for a second and then it came off. 

What the heck, 🙈 two bites and two missed fish. There were minnow scattering all over the shop, were these perch chasing them in nan strong tea coloured water ?

So lots of predator activity but nothing to show for it. For the next hour all went dead apart from the mental marauding minnows and I was staring at a blank, until something that I didn't expect happened you see out of the blue the righthand float bobs and then literally submerges within a split second.

A really odd fight ensued and then when it surfaced it was a chub, a chub that had wolfed down the roach section and the circle hook to go with it. Luckily easy to unhook but it wasn't even a big Chub either, a 1lb and a half'ish maybe.

I've caught Chub on all manner of baits over the years including deadbaits but I didn't expect this especially with the water so coloured. But then nothing NOTHING gets in the way of a hungry chub that needs to quell its hunger. I fished in to dusk and a little bit beyond and no more action. With the conditions like they are I might have a short barbel session maybe, the waeter looks ideal for that it really does. 
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