Do you remember a few years ago when I was visiting my nearby Pike spot and could do no wrong? It seemed like every trip I was guaranteed if not a dozen pike then at lest some action. By action I mean some follows and at the very least Pike spooked.
This season has been [...]
That is correct, you were like a crazy girlfriend. On one hand you promised so much (the sex was good) however on the other you turned up at crazy times at my house and made unreasonable demands.
You were like two separate people, the problem was the crazy part far outweighed the good part.
The Time – Friday and Saturday
The Venues – A river on the Friday chosen as someone else writes about it on their blog and I mailed them first for a name and then for where to park the bloody car, they must have thought I was a right chancer. On the Saturday we were [...]
As we were walking back to the car I spoke about every reason for why we should have caught some monsters.
The Pike were their! I had caught them there at this time in previous years. We had huge flies. I had read some stuff on the Guru McFluffchucker site. You cannot have a third [...]
Awake at 4am.
Picked up at 5.55am
Arrived at 6.30am
It rained on and off.
Cast over a hundred times with streamers and an amazing popper that went Gloop, Gloop, Gloop!
Caught one Pike of a few pounds.
Left the loch at around 10am.
Alex turned to [...]
Well, a few days of interesting life has past since we last spoke.
Yesterday I got the Whip out and took the boy to the canal for an hour – I only had the one worm and needless to say I believe the stories I have heard about the declining population [...]
Sadly the Gods of the Pike have been absent from my life as of late – my last two sessions have left me decidedly humbled and today’s session was even worse – it rained. I thought things were looking up as David Wolsoncroft-Dodds emailed me the other day – seemingly a reader of this diary [...]
So I had one evening to go fishing and consequently a decision to make – would it be Pike or Trout?
It was the conditions that made me wonder – you see I pretty much can only get out after 7pm once the boys are put to bed which pretty drastically cuts down on fishing [...]
Firstly to the gent in the boat who I possibly destroyed his last ten minutes of fishing by attempting to sidle past his bobbing float – a apologise profusely. Why am I doing it here? Because I think the gent may be a reader – after I shouted an apology he called me by my [...]
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