I've managed to get myself a nice bout of tonsillitis. It's starting to
kick in nice now and everything feels like I'm swallowing broken glass,
which is nice, on top of feeling like s**te all day. Since I'm wide awake at 4am I
might as well get up and go fishing, so off I toddle this morning to see
if any of the canal fish are about. I manage to get a few small perch
on the 2 inch kopytos plus I miss a few more from perch that are probably
not quite engulfing the lure like this little chap managed.Nice bit of fun though and it got the early morning session off to a flier.
I
stuck at the area for a while in case any of the larger perch were
around but it went quiet, though I'd seen some action on the far bank just out of range
from something bigger. Every now and again the water would move, there'd
be a swirl or something so I worked my way around and crept up. I could
see a few bream in the edge and then wondered if maybe a pike had been
having a go at them so cast my lure around the area. As I brought my
lure in to where I'd seen the swirls I had a knock, the rod bent but
then nothing. So I quickly cast at the same spot and this time I saw the
fish charge at the lure and this time the hooks stuck.
It
wasn't a pike chasing bream, it was bream chasing away anything in the
area. As soon as my lure came near the edge the bream charged right at
it and barged it away. A crazy thing to see so I guess a spawning
bream is quite territorial?
I had a walk along
the canal, spooked a couple of small pike from the edge but didn't see
much at all. The sun was up high now and the water was clear but I
decided to make my way back to the car. Still chucking away I then
dropped on a group of large perch. There were 8-10 ranging in size from
about about a pound and a half right up to 3lbers and maybe bigger.
Obviously I threw everything I had at the group but couldn't get them to
take. They weren't quite switched on to feeding and I reckoned they could see much
of what was happening, even me ditching the trace and braid for mono
didn't even work. I did get a couple of follows and inspections from one
of them though, the biggest one of the lot! By heck it was a grand fish
and as it turned to slowly follow it came straight towards me and it
was a big fish, wide as hell. A proper big brute that seemed to be a
wise old fish. Great fun, nerve jangling stuff but no prize in the end.
I eventually
moved off and even changed venues, though I didn't stay too long as I
was ready for some breakfast and penicillin. I picked up a couple of
small jacks before finally finishing with a bigger perch which took a
13cm savage gear lip lure.
I
still feel like crap now, and at least while I was fishing it took my mind
off it for a bit. I might go back out and have another hour!
Shame you couldn't tempt one of the biggies.
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