More tea pike?




      A mild and sunny afternoon, little or no wind and not a ripple on the drain's surface which is almost mirror like, it all looks idyllic almost perfect. The drain is teeming with small roach, rudd, skimmer bream and perch, everything looks perfect and in ten minutes I've caught enough fresh bait for the afternoon and the kingfisher continues to splash into the water catching a small fish with every dive.
      Everything appears to be perfect and its a pleasure to be out on the fen when conditions are like this.
      Look a little harder, get past the idyllic setting and you notice that that the countless fry aren't being harried and there isn't a splash to be seen. Never mind, confidence is high so get that fresh bait out. An hour passes and not a touch. The bait is twitched back, drifted, fished hard against the rush and reed on the far side, under my feet, fished deep and fished shallow. Nothing seems to interested.
      

      A perch of about twelve ounces takes the dead roach and adds fifty per cent to its weight instantly, I suppose it is one way of packing some weight on quickly. The perch is a lovely coloured fish and the markings and colours positively glow, yet again I promise myself that I'll dig some worms and have a perch day during the week leaving the pike tackle at home. That will take some will-power.
      Another forty five minutes drifts by and the kingfisher continues to catch, he's like a match fisherman so great is his catch rate. Time for a cup of tea, float adjusted to over depth, cast out and settled into position, then just as the tea is being poured the float is away and the tea spilt.



      The fish is a single figure pike but a beautifully coloured and marked fish, the barbless hook is quickly removed and back he goes into the drain. A new fresh bait is cast out again in the same area right in the middle of the drain and as the tea is being poured away goes the float, the tea is spilt yet again but at least it warmed my hand.



      This time a better fish is on, landed and unhooked, the pike is into double figures and that is more than good enough. having returned the fish I decide to make things difficult for myself and sit on the mooring with my feet in the water, then I start to pour the dregs of the tea in the small flask but the spell has been broken. I get to drink it.
      I fish on and watch the kingfisher going for a personal record weight but the pike are not playing ball, the sun was setting so I decide that it was beer o'clock.
      As I drove away the kingfisher was still going at it like a metronome, I hope he doesn't get so full he can't fly.



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  1. A couple of nice pike and some sunshine. A good day TT. And Boro got a decent draw.

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    1. The first was about alb and the second between 12lb and 15lb. It was great afternoon. Boro should have won at Leicester the first penalty never was. How does a lino 30 or forty yards away see clearer than the ref who is ten yards away? The second penalty in the last minute no argument. Mind you drawing away in successive matches against Arsenal, Man City and Leicester you can't really complain, a bit more composure and they could have beaten Arsenal too. John

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    2. Should be 5lb, pre-emptive text rubbish.

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  2. Always the same with me too John, flask, bite, spillage! Great looking markings on those Pike. I know it won't go down too well in some quarters but have you ever tried a small Pike for the table? I was curious many moons ago and did - very nice it was too, but talk about bones!!!! Lovely looking skies too, TTFN, Dickie

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    1. I used to fish a lake in galway for pike and the farmer's wife insisted I brought them a pike back as a fee for fishing. The last morning I was there she made me pike quenelles with the full Irish breakfast, they were superb. I just can't bear to kill one. John

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  3. True, I had some hot smoked perch fillets years ago in the Lake District, bloody delicious.

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