I've needed a backup venue for a while now, done some looking about in the close season and came up with a canal for some winter sport. The first time in around fifteen years that has seen me wet a line on a water like this.
Where to start though, going in blind. Gruff and I had four hours this morning and I expected to blank. Loads of leaves on the surface and mid water. The bottom was thick with them, well out of our comfort zone here. Few features and long blank stretches.
Tough fishing in that presentation was a nightmare on a straight retrieve, the surface debris was dragging my Kyopto all over the place. Gruff was busy casting at squirrels again, hell bent on losing every lure and trace I gave him. Seemingly intent to "Deck The Halls" about six weeks early. He did manage a Jack though and methinks he is getting the lure bug.
The plus points, no other anglers and a change of scenery and a few fish. The downside, joggers, cyclists, bike riders, ramblers, canoes and heaps of dog shit! This will only ever be a back up water, not somewhere I'd choose to fish if our rivers are in good trim. But nice to have an option, but if my only angling would be on a canal. Well, I'd play a lot more golf than I do now.
|With my Extending Arms Its a Good Three Plus (cough).|
But face facts, since this issue below around four years ago. The magazine has been on a downward spiral. This was the pinnacle, after that. Sweet fuck all!