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A sign of things to come.

I was early, it was dawn that was late. I know the days are shortening, but the last time I fished this spot on the canal, I was fishing by 4am. I arrived at 4.30 today and had to wait another hour and a half for dawn to get there. To be fair, she was held up. I’d checked the weather forecast last night and been happy to see an unbroken line of smiley sun symbols queueing up to make my day. It rained as soon as I arrived , not much it’s true but rain means clouds means dawn is late. I fished by torchlight for an hour or more.

In truth it was a funny old day. I have been doing this long enough now to have a grip on things. I changed my mini windbeater for a canal blue style float. Something a little less clumsy looking to see if it made a difference. I actually only had to remove one no 4 and plug the new float into the quick link to get going, everything else was untouched.

 

Fifteen minutes is all it ever takes to get bites and sure enough, bang on cue,the float loomed up out of the water. It fell off, so did the next, and the next. I always lose one or two of a morning, but three on the trot? The hook seemed sharp enough. I hit the next bite and wound a splashy little skimmer to the bank. I say little, but it was a little bigger than I thought when I went to lift it to hand. Big enough to mentally cross my fingers and physically grit my teeth anyway. I shouldn’t have lifted that one. The hook came free just as the fish reached my hand and went straight into my thumb up to the bend. Definitely sharp and definitely shouldn’t have lifted that one. I lost another.

That’s it something must be done. Lessons must be learnt. Off with the size 14, throw it in the cut, new hooklength, new hook, size 12, pull the tell-tale a bit closer to the hook and drop the bulk closer to the hooklength. Lower the float and get the whole lift rig more vertical in the water. Maybe they were foulhooked liners, fishing less overdepth leads to a more vertical and therefore shorter line in the swim for them to bump into.

 

It may have made a difference. I lost four more during the morning, but I also landed a few more as well. Six more to be precise and all decent fish which I couldn’t have swung in on a carp rod let alone a waggler rod. A good mix, three bream between 2-0 and 2-8, a couple of cracking hybrids, the best 2-6 and a real prize. Last fish of the morning, the one I have been seeking ever since I started this canal quest, my first roach and a cracker too weighing 1-5. Home for breakfast, and sort the bait for tomorrow. Get in there.

 

 

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