You might say the fishing was a bit of a mixed bag this week, perhaps that is an understatement, in fact I'm sure it is when I think about it. There I am in one of the local tackle shops buying a bit of unwanted gear and the inevitable query comes. 'Catching many?'
'Some' I reply.
This is the point in the conversation where you don't say a word or your lovely quiet places won't be quiet anymore and there's a good chance the farmer might shoot you. Or turn Bastard Barry loose at the very least and that is after having not fed him for two days.
The Apache did circle, twice, they were obviously looking for a target of opportunity but I think my reed coloured camouflage jacket fooled them.
At the end of the all too short but freezing cold session two ruffe and twelve perch had been netted, all caught on lobworm. The shoal of perch must be a pretty consistent size because none of them were bigger than a pound with most of them in the ten to twelve ounce bracket but never mind they are beautiful fish. The really big perch seem to have managed to do one of their periodic disappearing acts but they will turn up again, sooner rather than later I hope.
Ironically the giant perch turned out to be a beautifully marked pike with a taste for lobworms but that fish provided a lively five minutes or so on the light line but who's complaining, certainly not me.
On the opposite bank about thirty yards away a kingfisher was fishing from the reeds and he, or she, was rattling up a bag of small roach and rudd that any match angler would have been happy to catch. The diving, catching and eating routine went on for a good hour and when I was packing up a pair of them returned to the same vantage point and had a real fill-up on the fry. The kingfishers were having a bit of a fry-up you might say.
The last pike, a jack of about three pounds had recently had a lucky escape too, the bite marks of a large fish were plainly visible across its tail area on both sides of his body, that must have been some predator with a mouth that wide.
A day of lucky breaks all round really and at least one of the 'breaks' wasn't my old Hardy 'Ideal Roach' rod.