Conditions are coming good at last, just as the season draws to a close. I'll not get involved in the annual debate over the close season, that's one for me to sit out, very rare for me not to have an opinion I know, but the annual debate is futile in my view.
Stunning morning to be out and I started using little imitation cray fish, gently hoping them back, giving them a twitch a slow pull. Just after I took this photo I had a hook up and a good Perch was shaking it's head and as I reached for the net and it looked around three pound, then inexplicably the hook pulled. " Noooooooooooo", to late in the season for this to happen. Gutted, really pissed off gutted.
Back to the area I lost a fish this morning, a huge sweeping bend that has always been a favorite of mine. Time was ticking bye, shads, spinnerbaits no joy. I clipped on a jig fly, cast way downstream and started the retrieve. it's coming in, nearly ready to lift out, then time stood still.
From right under my feet in no more than two foot of water a large Perch shot out, turned, twisted and the lure was gone, right near the surface. I had stopped fishing, just held the rod, gawping at what was being played out just feet away in the clear water. I could not quantify what I was witnessing, literally the whole scene was akin to a nature movie, then the rod hooped over and I snapped out of my stupor.
No finesses in this fight, short line, one dive from the Perch then scooped up into the net. I left her to rest and just played the scene out in my head over and over. I'll be forty five next month, fished since I was ten and that was without doubt the most exciting thing ever in my angling life. To watch it on lets say Youtube would have been great from a bystanders point of view. But for it to happen, mere feet from me has blown my mind.
The jig fly was way back in the mouth. I'm sure it was the fish I lost earlier in the day, same area everything. She weighed in at 3.2, not the largest Perch I've caught from this river by a long way. But what happened today, will live long, very long in the memory when I'm old and I can just look back and grin.
So as Denise would say "Things happen for a reason", she may be right? As If I had not lost this fish and I am positive it's the same Perch from earlier on , then what happened a few hours later would not be on here.
I phoned Gruff, but he said I was babbling away. Yeah I was, still am! What a thing to see, simply bloody amazing!
I'll not fish next week. End the season on a high and with Cheltenham looming I'll be fit for fuck all by next weekend anyway.