It’s a question I get asked a lot, I’m sure you do too. And I struggle to answer it. I, like a lot of anglers, was introduced to the sport by my Dad - but that’s not the reason I still drag myself out of bed at stupid o’clock to sit on a riverbank in all weathers.
Do you eat them? Is the question I’m asked by non-anglers - No, I take a photo and put them back - it makes no sense to those who ask. There is the rig/bait development, the excitement when the float dips and the rush of adrenaline when you spot that monster fish...
I’ve just read Fishing’s Strangest Tails by Tom Quinn and one paragraph really stood out, recounting a story from 1905, he described the balance between success and failure, and how that balance makes fishing so addictive.
I still don’t fully understand why fishing appeals to me, and perhaps I never will. But next blank or the next time I loose a big fish I’m going to remember this balance, it seems we need it. As for explaining the attraction of fishing I think it’s just another piece of the puzzle.
A trip to The Royalty in search of pike - I’ve had a lot of fish from here, but despite it’s reputation for big pike I’ve never managed a double (having lost 2 in the past). Time for another blast...
It was tough going, everyone I spoke to was blanking; barbel, chub, pike and even silvers weren’t playing. But in the afternoon my float hammered under, not a double but a jack to save a blank.
Staying into dark the only other fish caught on the fishery were a few small chub and salmon parr, as dejected anglers walked past. Just a bad day or did the otter footprints everywhere tell the real story?
There were scales from recent kills scattered about, I found this perch and the bailiff told me they’d found a pike the day before that would have gone twenty. Is time running out on this famous fishery?
I’ve got a really bad back at the moment, but yesterday - with the help of some painkillers - I thought I’d risk an hour or so on the local river. A bit of wandering about barbel spotting.
Spotting them wasn’t particularly difficult but most didn’t even want to look at a bait. I did find three takers; about 5lb, 3½lb and a beautifully conditioned 7lb 1oz above. And I can really feel it now!
My brother always sends me a few lures from the States for my birthday - cheers Paulos. And thanks for the homemade card! What amazing looking lures; an always effective Yo-Zuri, a fantastic looking perch and a pike that had been painted by someone who has clearly never seen a pike - I was gagging to try them out...
To the ponds, and I didn’t have much time. Which one should I try? I’m a fan of matching the hatch and these ponds are full of little rudd - the Acid-Pike it was then!! I lost a pike second cast, but after a bit of walking about managed to find two more that fancied Jackson Pollock’s pike - pike know their art - fantastic stuff.
The second pike was sporting two trebles, a wire trace and about 25 yards of line - I think he was glad to see me as he went back without the accessories. I had a quick cast with the perch, looks great, I’ll be taking it for a spin next time. And the Yo-Zuri is too deep diving for here - might save it for a return trip to The Wye.