So Sunday evening I had a big family meal – full of fajitas I decided I wanted to go and catch some fish – problem was I could not be bothered getting my shit together to catch some trout – I stringed up my Loop Pike Booster and “ahem” boosted a few hundred yards from my front door to the Forth N Clyde canal.
The Pike were not playing ball – even the perch were just chasing my fly – every now and then I would spook tiny jacks by just walking past them.
I had one hook up and that was too a cruising Pike that was just simply swimming along in plain sight – it was maybe three feet long (you measure Pike in feet not inches) and was cruising a few inches under the surface at walking speed. I walked along next to it for 20 feet and then I ran ahead – no pictures of the green submarine as my heart was pounding like a steam engine – I cast at the beast and stripped my fly past its snout – it changed direction and snapped at the fly – it was on.
Two things happened.
1. I thought how the hell am I going to land this beast as there was about 3 feet of vegetation between us and I was two feet above it
2. The beast jumped clean out the water – gave me a glare straight from the depths of hell and spat my fly back at me.
I walked home a contemplative man.