A truly lovely fenland afternoon with the inevitable stiff breeze, plenty of cloud, not too cold and a little sunshine. An absolute pleasure to be out and about pike rod in hand.
Fresh bait was, for some reason absolutely uncatchable unless you liked perch, so it was going to be frozen deadbait all round and in this case sardines, three in a pack and all of them neatly cut in half with a foam insert to lift them up off the debris and weed on the bottom of the drain.
Out goes the first half of sardine, the head end, and it's time for an urgent pee. Aah the relief. A quick check on the float and it's moving at a rate of knots across the drain, I sort myself out and strike. Bite missed and bait gone. Having a pee obviously has the same effect as pouring a coffee.
The tackle is re-baited with the tail end of the sardine and ten minutes or so later down goes the float after making a bow-wave across the surface and a pike is on which stays deep. After what seems like an age the finally float appears and then the fish rolls into the net. A fish that needed the Avon Scales.
It weighed 21lbs 9oz, beautifully marked with a real girth on her, a lady with a fuller figure.
Food for thought, if not sardines.