From the water’s edge

January 2014 - Little creatures


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Fresh from my success on Anglian’s finest, this was my big chance to get back into the habit of catching fish. Canals, no problem. The only question, what method shall I choose? Back on safe ground, I am pretty sure that I can catch doing what I want to do most of the time. The fish don’t always have the last word, or so I like to believe.

Just now I am in crayfish mode, so that is what they get. Like it or lump it , until I see somebody catching more than me that is. Then I’ll bottle it and revert to the norm.

We pulled up today a bit unsure of what to expect. This spot has been good to us in the past , but we do know that it has been dredged recently. Would they still be there or not??

A flick of the line after just ten minutes suggested that this might be ok. It wasn’t. The fish lifted off  the bottom, kicked and flung the lure back. I didn’t even get to see if it was a Z or a perch.

Too confident I reckon. That was it and after two fruitless hours, we gave it neck, threw the stuff back in the car and moved five miles up the road. God I love doing that. Nearly as much as I like pulling up next to a bait fisherman, catching a hatful of decent perch and then going somewhere else after an hour or so.  We can fish three places in the time it takes most match anglers to unpack their kit. Lure fishing is the real business, no hassle, no hanging about, no trolleys, loads of fish - usually.

Takes today were not as hard to come by at the new spot, but they were just as hard to hit. Not usually a problem with the crays, but today, I had the lot. Minute flicks, whipcrack line-straighteners, bangs, tickles and nudges. Perch mostly, tugging at the claws I would suggest. I did lose one Z, I felt the lure go heavy and the weight of a load of leaves dragging on the line. I flicked the line just as it wandered off to one side and I knew then that I had cocked up, the fish came to the top and laughed at me before rolling off the hook.

Still, I had 5 good perch. This one on the right was one of the smallest and might have made twelve ounces or so, but still it managed to get a 3.25” cray on a 4/0 hook right down its throat. That always fills me with gloom. Its a rare occurrence, but these hook-holds can easily lead to disaster and blood and guilt everywhere. Not today, the Gods smiled on us both and I got it back cleanly and unharmed.

When things went quiet, I thought I’d try dibbling a slightly smaller version. Pete had loaded some 1/0 worm hooks with lead wire coated in epoxy and I mounted a 2.5” cray on one and started working it along the bank under the rod tip. It wasn’t long before the line ticked and the rod hooped over under pressure from a really nice perch. It was a good pound and a half and really made the day for me. It had been quiet hard going, bites while I’d had a fair few, were well-spaced and it takes perseverance when nothing happens for extended periods to make the method work.

I did give the 2” kopyto a run out now and then, but kept going back to the crayfish. There is something very rewarding about catching on them, so it is back on the internet tonight looking for some different colours and sizes. I don’t need them you understand, but I shan’t be out again for a week and like everyone else, when I can’t go, I buy more than I should. Retail therapy at its very worst.

I have a feeling that some determined effort with these lures could prove fruitful and may turn up some better fish, although having recently said something similar out loud, a few smaller ones have started to make their presence felt. There is nothing excites a fish more than the chance to make me look stupid. It’s not hard to do.

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