Sunday, 3 March 2013

Is Spring upon us?

After the icy cold weather of late things finally appear to be to be on the turn. I awoke on Saturday morning to glorious sunshine and, although I had some jobs to do in the morning, I made plans for an afternoon Carping session on a local pool. One or two fish had been out over the last week so they were obviously beginning to wake up and I quite fancied the idea of an early season twenty.
The lake had been flooded by the nearby river Trent in recent weeks and as such was still fairly coloured up and carrying a bit of water. I settled in a likely swim, positioned my baits and relaxed on my bedchair enjoying the uns warmth. As expected not a lot happened over the next couple of hours and soon enough I found myself drifting off into slumber. A phone call jolted me back to reality and I was surprised to see I'd been out for good hour or so. Suitably refreshed I set about actually trying to catch something a little more seriously. It didn't do me any good however because soon it was beginning to get dark and the temperature began to plummet due to the clear sky.
The club secretary turned up and as we chatted my right hander suddenly sprang into life and then stopped almost as abruptly before I reached it. I wound in and was gutted to find my hook had twisted awkwardly with the hair and didn't stand a cat in hells chance of a hook up. I made a mental note to always use PVA foam in conjunction with KD rigs in future!
Although a couple of fish showed as it got dark nothing else happened and I packed up with plans to hit the Trent for some Chub action in the morning.

The next day a hard overnight frost had me packing the cold weather gear but undeterred I headed to an area with some good form for cold weather captures. I started with a maggot feeder in a bid to build up some bait in the swim and get the Chub competing for the bait. The ploy seemed to do the trick as I soon missed a bite before hooking something substantial. The size 16 didn't hold though and I was left cursing my luck. That seemed to kill the swim stone dead and I didn't get any further bites for the next hour until the little chap below decided to put in an appearance. Time to move I thought.

I headed upstream and over the course of the morning and early afternoon I really struggled for bites. It seemed that the few pulls I did get I wasn't ready for and subsequently missed them. I rang Phil who was fishing another stretch downstream to see how he was faring and he hadn't even had a sniff all day!
Somewhat despondently I resolved to try one final swim before heading home. The swim I headed for wasn't one I'd fished before nor was it one that would jump out at you as a classic winter chub swim being quite fast and very shallow. The thing which drew me to it however was the amount of bird activity there, the only swans and coots on the stretch were concentrated within a 60yard area. The coots were diving and the swans up-ending constantly, a grebe was working the swim also, could it just be coincidence?
I was surprised to get a bite within minutes and I struck into a decent fish. God knows what it was though because it took off downstream like a train and the hook pulled. I was even more frustrated to bump a fish on my next cast, it seemed like I'd found a few but I felt I needed to up my hooksize, would it put them off?
The answer was a resounding no as I connected with my next bite and managed to hold onto it. After a remarkable scrap I was bowled over to stick the net under a sizeable Bream which, until it surfaced, I was convinced was a very nice Chub! The scales didn't quite make 8lb but it was still a good fish for a river Bream and well worth a pic.

I kept the bread mash going in through the feeder and the bites still kept coming. Most were little taps and knocks and largely unhittable but I did eventually manage to hook another fish. The heavy thumping on the end of the line meant that this was almost certainly a Chub and sure enough a nice fish of 4.10 was soon posing for a pic.
After that I thought that was all I could hope for from the peg but still the bumps and knocks continued, there was certainly one or two fish out there! It didn't take long to hook another fish and I was pleased to net another Chub of 4lb+.
Even after that I still continued to get a few knocks but the swans had finally homed in on my baited area and were making things impossible. Time to pack up then!
Some comparatively mild weather has been forecast for the coming few days although some rain has also been predicted. Without wishing to put the kiss of death on it, Hopefully things should be cock-on for the final hurrah!


  1. Leo, Every time I catch what I think is a decent fish I check your blog and you've caught one twice as big...any chance you could have a couple of weeks off?! ;)

  2. Some nice end of season fish there leo esp' the bream (love the fight from a decent river bream almost a different animal to lake variety).

    If you hadn't got me so addicted to lures in the summer, I might dust the feeder rods off for a last minute change of species before the rivers shut ! lol ;)

  3. Cheers lads, to be honest it's nice to have a rest from the Perch fishing. Catching a few other species from different waters does wonders to freshen things up and keep the interest levels going. I've had a perch campaign of epic proportions and I've caught fish I never thought I would but now I'm getting a been there done that feeling and looking to new challenges.

  4. Kd rig!!! You've been Kordarized kid!