SMALL REWARDS
I'm sure most anglers would be mystified at my happiness, given that today's only capture was a pound and a half Bream. There is something immensely satisfying about catching any fish, even a Bream, that requires the use of a landing net when one has fed the swim diligently for three hours before the float signals a result.
It took the biggest dendro in the box, broken in two and trapped on my size 12 by a single white maggot; the hitherto inanimate quill lifting and falling flat on the surface. I find almost biteless, one fish days rather rewarding in that whatever one catches it invariably needs the net. That single fish is never a two ounce perch and this one could have just as easily been a big roach.
My first visit to Jubilee pools last spring was the perfect example. March had just come in like a Lion and I was expecting nothing. My floatfished bread flake had lain untouched for 5 hours when the float lifted and slid away. The strike met solid resistance and soon a beautiful gleaming 1-5 oz roach was lying in the net. By the time I had it photographed and back in the water it was time to pack but the sense of anticipation that the long wait had built up dissolved in a very special sense of achievement. These days I am always optimistic that an inactive visit will become a one bite, one fish day and that the landing net will get used. That mindset does make the waiting easier it has to be said.
It took the biggest dendro in the box, broken in two and trapped on my size 12 by a single white maggot; the hitherto inanimate quill lifting and falling flat on the surface. I find almost biteless, one fish days rather rewarding in that whatever one catches it invariably needs the net. That single fish is never a two ounce perch and this one could have just as easily been a big roach.
My first visit to Jubilee pools last spring was the perfect example. March had just come in like a Lion and I was expecting nothing. My floatfished bread flake had lain untouched for 5 hours when the float lifted and slid away. The strike met solid resistance and soon a beautiful gleaming 1-5 oz roach was lying in the net. By the time I had it photographed and back in the water it was time to pack but the sense of anticipation that the long wait had built up dissolved in a very special sense of achievement. These days I am always optimistic that an inactive visit will become a one bite, one fish day and that the landing net will get used. That mindset does make the waiting easier it has to be said.
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