The Sitting Swim
The main one I wanted to tell you about is a favourite but
is unlike the rest, for this is a swim I like to sit in, not fish. This has
come about by not receiving my membership as yet, I sent off for it eight weeks
ago, and am told it will be with me this week, but although I’ve missed out on
weeks of fishing in near perfect conditions, but have been visiting regularly watching
carp, feeding carp and gazing wantingly into classic crucian swims, it hasn’t
been all bad. It has given me a chance to not only escape work and life for a
while, it has allowed me to sit, think and soak up the atmosphere without
worrying about whether or not I’ll actually catch anything, remove the rods and
remove the distraction. This particular swim, 37, is on a corner. There is a
large lily bed out in front, a dense overhanging tree of some description (sorry,
still not studied that Tree Book) and various strands of weed untidily reaching
up to the surface. I often spot carp milling around in the pads moving them
around and sometimes they part quite ferociously, like those trees in Jurassic
Park. There must also be a channel behind that tree, it’s not clearly visible
but the carp disappear behind it and re-appear the other side. Quite often I
have a pocketful of dog biscuits, anyone who fishes with me regularly will tell
you it’s unlikely that I haven’t. And I love watching the carp here barge each
other out of the way to get to the free offerings I give them. After a while of
watching them, the desire to cast at them fades until, ultimately, I leave them
to enjoy their meal undisturbed.
Only yesterday I sat there for an hour during my lunch break, the beauty is that it rests near to my place of work so visits most days are possible. The weather has changed somewhat over the last few days, rain has come and with it fierce winds. Being a four sided moat there is usually as area that doesn’t receive any wind at all for long periods, and here is where the duckweed forms. Yesterday the duckweed was on the move and collected in the corner just of swim 37. A hole was prominent, a perfect circle within the tightly packed duckweed signalling that a carp had recently leapt clear of the water and landed in much the same hole. I envisaged it also to be quite close to my arrival, just a minute or so the hole closed up.
As I sat I spotted a patch of small bubbles rise to the top
just off to my right in the centre channel, they continued to pepper the surface
for a few minutes and continued in a straight line. They were too small for
carp bubbles, possibly tench or crucians. But it was just nice to sit and watch
them for a change without being in a hurry to cast at them. Instead was free to
sit, watch, admire and follow them with a picture in my mind of a four pound
crucian sifting through the silt looking for bloodworm. There are big crucians
in there, certainly over three pounds, and that is a very exciting fish seeing
as I am yet to land a two pounder. But I fear I might have missed the boat this
season as far as the crucians go, I promised myself at the start of the season
Id target them this summer, but only one trip and a summer of ups and downs has
meant that I will probably have to wait until next season to fulfil that dream.
A Regiment of Perch
Another favourite swim of mine is at a small coarse fishery near Salisbury. Two ponds with islands in each have provided me with some great carp action in previous years, but my last few trips have been all about those stripy predators I have come to love. Perch are marvellous fish, so bold, fearless and yet cunning enough when they want to be. There is a picture of a perch in the fishery hut which is four pounds two ounces. One ounce larger than my own personal best but such a magnificent fish, and there are a good few back up fish also. My best from the venue is a little over two pounds, but even the half pounders make a day worthwhile. The swim I like is nestled between two hedgerows. Don’t know of many venues with hedgerows bordering the margins, reeds yes, trees and bushes yes, but hedgerows? Well it works for me, I can sit back, fit one rod through the gap and remain unseen.
The Grayling Glide
The last swim I’ll talk about is the glide I trott for
grayling during winter time on the river Itchen. This beautiful stream is
fairly shallow and as clear as peering through polished glass. The grayling are
visible holding up in pockets, picking off the odd gentle as they trundle
through the swim the smaller fish take charge, but soon enough the confidence
and hunger of the larger fish takes over and the swim is alive with activity. Brown
trout and minnows make up the other species found here, and there are times
when the mighty minnow is as bold as the perch in the previous chapter, beating
every other fish to the hook –bait even though they are many times their size.
The swim I always head for first is easy to step into, this
requires thigh waders and think socks within as the water running through here
in December is decidedly chilly, as I found to my peril one winter when wading
across to retrieve a favourite float from the trees on the other side. The
water rose above my wellingtons and above my knees, I almost turned back then
but the thought of the hours I spent making that float made me continue my
journey, unhitch the line and trudge back victorious with the float held aloft
and a grimace on my face, the water had risen way above the two feet deep I was
fishing.
There is a large tree, I think an oak to the left
downstream, it reminds me of the swim a barbel was caught from in “A Passion
for Angling”. I can wade out to the end of it and get a clear run through, the
fish tend to hold up under its fronds and just as the float nears the exact
location I can almost hear my heartbeat gather pace in anticipation of the
float sliding under and another beautiful lady of the stream coming my way. In
the early morning the sun shines through gaps on the oak making the giving the water’s
surface on my side the effect of glistening marble, it is quite wonderful. We
are almost in October now so it won’t be too long until I set forth to the
Itchen for more of the same, and I can’t wait.
Three mouth watering swims beautifully described, I want to fish them all!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave....
ReplyDeleteYou are more than welcome to join me anytime sir. You know how to get in touch....
SK
That's a definite maybe ;-)
ReplyDeleteTop stuff SK, we all have a list as long as our arms of "favourite swim's", each of them having their own personality.
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