Once I’d found three nice spots to fish to, baited up and unloaded the barrow the fish that were there were more displaced and fewer in number, but that was inevitable. A few remained so I was still happy with swim choice, once the noise of me setting up has ceased I was sure they would return. By 3pm the rods were fishing, I made tea and set up the bedchair keeping one eye on the sky.
some tree foliage but it wasn’t helping much. Just then I remembered that during my last session I had unzipped my bivvy front and put it in my unhooking mat. With a bit of planning I tied each end between two trees and strung the front out on two storm poles, I had a shelter!!
Just as I had finished my shelter I heard an alarm singing, the left hand rod was away. I bent into it and it tried dearly to reach the snags, I applied steady pressure and steered it clear, then it changed direction and charged right so I quickly dropped the tips of my other rods. A few minutes of steady plodding and I netted a nice double figure mirror with a nice scale pattern. On the scales she went 15lb 4oz, a nice welcome back present.
I got back onto the bed trying to dodge the raindrops. At 10:40pm I received a fast take on the middle rod, I ran out with just my socks on, (the floor was wet, not a good idea!!!) lifted the rod and felt a carp on the other end I got it away from the snags this time by walking back up the swim, I got it out into open water only for the hook to pull. I was gutted, I cast back out onto the spot as best I could in the dark, the spot was only 30 – 40 yards out but was in a small gap between the overhangs. Once again into the bag and now I had Mosquito’s buzzing al around my head, along with the now even heavier rain, I buried my head and went to sleep.
I woke a little after 6am, no rain and the sun was trying to peer through the clouds. I freshened up the rods and started to hang up the stuff that was wet. By 8am the sun really started to warm things up so the ritual of firing out mixers began. 830 and the left hand alarm went into overdrive, I went through the usual routine, walking up the bank to steer it away from underwater obstacles and once in open water it was a case of trying to tire the fish out all the time praying thee hook didn’t fall out. I landed a lovely dark mirror of 20lb 2oz, what was destined to be a nightmare session was shaping up to be a good one! The shots were done and fish put back I was fishing again by 9am, still early doors and plenty time to bag another.
Unfortunately the tea time feed didn’t happen, all afternoon I relaxed and watched Kingfishers, Jays and Herons. I tried to get the floaters going but the Seagulls soon put a stop to that.
By 7pm a few dark clouds started to drift over, I didn’t much fancy the prospect of getting al my stuff, which was by now dry, wet again. I slowly started to pack things away. It was an enjoyable session and it was good to be back, I was already looking forward to next weekend’s trip. All that remained was to stop of at KFC on the way hope and have that celebratory meal I have when I don’t blank.