Sunday, 27 November 2011

Piking in the fog

Lately my brother, Chris, has expressed an interest in pursuing something larger than than the usual tench roach etc that have made up the bulk of his fishing since we both started around 20 years ago. Chris recently acquired some carp/pike gear, much shinier than my tat and expressed an interest in exploring these more specialised, yet no more difficult, aspects of fishing so with me as his sort of tutor, god help him, I started to formulate a plan for our first trip out in pursuit of pike.

Now I didn't want to sit on the canal wondering if the pike were still there or sit shoulder to shoulder on a water where I could almost guess what the next run would produce so after much research we settled on a large, 40 acre+ reservoir which was a bit of an unknown quantity yet I felt the scenery and expectation of a monster would more than make up for any lack of action. The scenery didn't disappoint, approaching the reservoir the scene was spectacular, a mill pond calm huge sheet of mist covered water bordered by steep rock faces, sheep and no anglers heaven. Forgive the quality of the pictures the mist hung around all day

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Swim selection was easy we plonked ourselves in the first bit of accessible water which still involved a long walk. The water was clearly down and the banks a little treacherous but out went a legered roach on one rod a legered sardine on the other, chris did the same and I had a third rod with a floatfished sardine set off bottom.

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No action for the first hour or so saw me start chucking lures around and after about half an hour I had a follow from a pike which raised hopes. Still not a bleep on the alarms for either of us saw me move my floatfished bait into the spot I had the follow in and a short time later I was rewarded with a jack of a few pounds forgive the fag

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The mist continued to roll in and out throughout the day causing intermittent white outs which gave the day a superb eery feel. Another hour or two passed and it was time for a move which was easier said than done due the the rocky banks and walk involved. Sweating 15 minutes later and settled in a new spot same tactics as before. Another hour passed biteless so I decided to wobble a deadbait for a while and after an hour or two of thrashing the water to a foam with a deadbait my persistence paid off with a very gentle take which resulted in a big fish powering off and the hooks pulling gutted! Chris meanwhile was still biteless but with his rodpod etc I think he may have been carp fishing!

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So that was that for the day. I bit of a baptism of fire for chris on the pike fishing front on a tough day. In hindsight I think our leger rigs were wrong for the depth of water we were fishing into 20ft+. The leads of 2 1/2oz just wouldn't hold bottom due to the angle on the line and I am sure the fish were picking up the baits and ejecting them due to the lead? Maybe a long paternoster lead below the bait next time? t least we had one interested spectator!

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One day I will work out how to post my pictures properly!