Dropped my wife off at the hospital and then drove straight for the spot. A much better day all round – sun on the water and baitfish moving in the margins.
Before you pass by that picture above can I just point out how difficult it is to hold your rod in one hand while fighting a toothy beast – and taking a photo with the other!
Three distinct feeding times – one when I arrived (I caught three straight away), another around an hour later and then one when I left mid afternoon. Two guys dead baiting overnight made me a roll n’ sausage which was nice. I passed on the buckfast – it is the sabbath after all…
By far the best pattern was my white EP fibre roachy thing. I decided to keep it on even when it was chewed to bits – after this picture it caught another one.
Scott mentioned in the comments that his finger was burned because of all the stripping – I had to change position of my line finger three times – only changing when they started to weep blood.
Campbell said I should get one of those kinky Michael Jackson gloves – I think that would make me look far too sexy for passing women.
Caught another fish that may have reached the double figure point – maybe just under – I cast towards some scattering baitfish and then there was an almighty WhhhhHHHHOOOOOOOOOSHHHH – at my fly – it was then engulfed and then I let the Pike know who was boss – he was, however it kindly let me land him for a quick photo opportunity…
I think I might be getting a bit blase about catching these big Pike now – only kidding…. How can you get blase about creatures with a set of gnashers like these:
Still no PIke for me on the poppers – Next week I am toying with the idea of taking a boat out on one of the famous lochs for Pike – I have a free day to take up on a secret loch in the hills – however I may just head to the trossachs
Damn right, some you win!!