The day didn’t start well .. The rain began to hammer on my conservatory roof and I had just burst my fried egg.
The thought of a hard egg yolk made me a tad grumpy. I’d arranged to see Pennine lad on the River Don .. I was hoping for a perch .. A big one.
The rain came steadily and I thought at least he has a 4×4 should I need a pull.
The river looked in fine fettle, coloured but steady. A charm of goldfinches had graced my way to the river and after a little steady manoeuvring I got going in my peg.
Out went a lobworm under a tree opposite while I stret pegged another lobby under the near side. The rain did eventually give way and brightened very slightly. It was enough to make the dark dingy days stuck in an office easier and being outside was something to look forward to. Around now we have just under eight hours of daylight and the older I get the less tolerant I am of not getting enough of it !
PL had gone further down river .. I re-baited and cast out. The float was still out .. I sent out some chopped worms and maggots .. It was a good 9/10 feet under the float and so fishy but nothing nothing dipped..
I looked up to see the Black Death approaching from down river heaven knows how much more successful they will be than me today.
Then as always in fishing nature surprises you.. As my eyes fell back on the water a rather large common carp broke the surface and flopped over like a whale .. .. like seeing a mirage or a ghost and it’s a one off nature experience. I ask, what are the chances of seeing that again ?
As the afternoon faded PL came and fished at the side of me. I told him about the chub and was surprised as he’d had nothing. I know Dave Burr asked the same question, but why is it that after catching early on does the swim always fail to produce. Its something that I’ve become used to.. but its seems that it is one of the consistencies of river fishing in winter.