From the water’s edge



May 2013 - Fishing in Lilliput

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This more like it. This is my natural habitat. Catching matchbox miniatures to order. Big fish are fine (I would imagine), but there is something about a tiny perfect fish that makes me want to take it home and immediately set it up in a luxury living-room tank. These days I resist the temptation, but I fondly remember the only zander I ever kept. It was about 8” long and ruthlessly bullied off of the food by the 4” perch that is shared the tank with. In the end I had to return it whence it came for its own safety!

One of the most enjoyable things about running this website has been the feedback that I have had from other lure anglers. Recently I was contacted by Terry Mann who offered me a replacement spro passion ultra-light rod having read about the one that I left somewhere. I was more than happy to take him up on his offer and we met up today for some fishing. What a really enjoyable morning it was too. We had just shy of two dozen fish between us, which at a rough guess was about twenty more than any of us expected. Even more surprisingly, the majority were perch and not the zander that this area generally produces.

We caught no monsters although Pete was fast into something big and heavy for a while before the hook pulled. A gaffed carp we suspect.

Even so several were around the pound mark and came immediately after we had been discussing how few and tiny our few previous captures here have been.

Once more all the fish appeared to be very black and the vast majority came from close to the faster water of the lock overflows. Cleaning up after spawning in the fresh and better oxygenated water perhaps?

On the way there Pete and I had been discussing whether or not the Spro would be as good as I remembered or maybe it would be like the hot summers of youth - better in the memory than they actually had been at the time. I needn’t have worried. It was like putting on favourite pair of old shoes. The perfect rod for the way I like to fish. The perfect rod for dealing with the tiniest of takes. Lets face it those two at the top of the page couldn’t have given me a fierce take if they had held hands and pulled together.

It was an absolute pleasure to catch up with Terry today  and I can only say thank you for finding me a replacement rod and that we hope to fish together again before too long.

On the way back to the car, I showed Terry a spot that once produced us at least one zander on every visit but for ages now has never produced anything. I cast my shad right into the spot, a few inches from a brick wall. It was a last ditch effort en route to the car, but two turns and a sharp tug signalled another missed opportunity. At the end of the retrieve I was left with a tail-less shad pulled halfway around the bend of the hook. Zander, I said. Pike, Pete said. I replaced the shad and whacked it back in the zone. It was a perch of course. We know absolutely nothing really. We should just shut up and enjoy it, then we wouldn’t look so silly quite so often.

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journal 2013.



journal 2013.