So finally for a few days only by the looks of it, the sheer volume of water has dropped giving me half a chance. Still holding a fair amount of colour, so I dug about in the box for a copper coloured spinner, quite unfashionable now. I thought I'd blank but it turned out well.
This Jack hit the lure three times in a row in three casts. Twice it went airborne and shook the hooks, the third time I struck harder and he was in the net. Who said Pike are daft? Nicked a few more about the same stamp, good hits and cracking fun.
Carl phoned me at 11.30 and said he was about for an hour. I was close to packing up at noon and made my way back down to where my last cast area is. Never, ever had a decent Perch from here but always holds Pike. Too coloured for Perch today in my eyes. First cast nothing, second cast and a hook up on a tasty Perch. In the net she looked a close three. Quick phone call "Mate I'm in stumps, nice Perch in the net can you come and take a photo"
Carl's on his way. I can see the trebles in the net, so thought get the hooks out and put the rod away safe out of harm's way in this tight spot.
Then it went wrong, the net was snagged on a log. I pulled too hard Mr. Perch flipped in the net, I grabbed for it and splosh gone. All Carl could see was me over the net and a "Nooooooo" on the breeze. Fair play he did not laugh, but a moment gone. But he's right I suppose when he said "You still caught it though mate". True enough. So yeah happy with this session.
Now will it ever stop raining?
It's now nearly Christmas, as ever I simply must add a Carol. And I'll be climbing down from Yat Rock now, to put my feet up.
May I wish you all a Merry Christmas.
And that as they say is that.
Be lucky, no infact be very lucky.