My wife was on nightshift – the plan was as soon as she got home I was going to have a morning Piking down at the Forth n Clyde canal. Unfortunately I had not factored in the neighbours BBQ, copious amounts of alcohol and a young chap from Bosnia who encouraged me to sample his moonshine – it was made out of fruit (mostly)
As it was I got to the canal at round with a splitting headache and only stayed for a couple of hours. This was my first proper assault with a fly rod for Pike so it took me half an hour to get used to casting some six inch horrors I tied up yesterday. I was using a 9 foot 8/9 rod with a 9 weight floating line – I had spent time yesterday making up wire traces and they worked a treat – not interfering with casting at all.
No pike landed however I did come in contact with one – on a retrieve the line started moving away from me, I lifted into it and felt a thump (felt good) and then the fish was gone.
Not long after I decided on heading home to lay on the sofa and groan a lot. Just where I am going now!