January 2014 - another howler


From the water’s edge


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It rained today. And it rained and rained and howled and rained again. I don’t quite know why we did it, but we chose today of all days to visit an old and fractious stretch of the Oxford canal. We had hoped to prove to ourselves that it was a better area than we had always thought now that perch seemed so easy to catch and this trip was arranged before my grueller on Monday. One look at the water told us that we were up against it. We walked about a mile to our most reliable and productive area, but the weather really was foul and this is a particularly exposed and inhospitable stretch. I say reliable - you can always rely on it to be unreliable. For every productive visit, we probably have two or three producing minimal results and then again, Pete’s best ever zander popped up here one day completely out of the blue. Its biggest asset is its proximity to Pete’s house.

We cast out into the ribbon of weak tea that is an uncooperative Oxford canal and struggled. Results were not dramatic, but we did get some. Three perch to be precise, nothing special, the biggest about half a pound fell to Pete, and I had the usual two perch fry. We were surprisingly pleased with ourselves, such conditions have never produced for us here and to catch perch in this slurry was no mean achievement we felt. Even so, it wasn’t getting more than a couple of hours. We set off for the GU which was sure to be less affected by run-off.    

It was sort of a good choice. Just fifteen minutes up the road we found cleaner water and more fish, but much heavier rain. None of our fish gave themselves up today but we nicked out a few more perch and a schoolie Z. Like those on the Oxford they took yellow kopytos. 2” here and 1” back there but apart from three sharp and unproductive knocks on a 3” black and copper hammer shad everything hit the yellow peril. Do we really need anything else?

I finally had the best perch, and it was an absolutely scale-perfect specimen too, of just over a pound I’d say. If only I’d remembered the camera! (These pics are just illustrative ones from previous outings.)   

It seemed a shame to pack, but it hadn’t stopped raining all morning and in the end we just got fed up with the weather and packed early with a very mathematically neat and precise ten fish between us. Ten more than we expected to be honest. A fair start to the new year, but it would be nice if the rest of it is a bit more pleasant than today was though. In the meantime, I hope you all have a happy new year and spend it catching plenty of fish.

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