So what's happened. Last winter was a wash out on the rivers, I hardly fished preferring to go over West Ham. I'll come back to them and Karen Brady another time, as this one will sting.
Gruff and I have been fishing the big reservoirs for Pike and Perch since the Spring. Gruff sold his soul to the behemoth Chew Valley and fished here in May, with the legendary lure specialist Steve Le Maitre. I declined and kept my moral fibre intact, though after September's event I'll be around next year if we gain access.
They shared a good day boating a few with this the biggest to Gruff. Steve has a lot to answer for though. This photo here is one, he did not think to let Gruff know his hat was having a melt down. He looks like a cross between a matador and Deputy Dawg. Secondly Gruff is now permanently skint, owing to falling in love with big lures, so big that when cast into the water, fish jump out. Each week a new arrival lands from the states. I'll get a photo next week, when we meet up.
We also have been on Bewl reservoir a few times, looking for Pike but have only found small Perch like this and small Pike. Though not as small as this one that Gruff is holding out from Pitsford the other week. It rained, rained and rained some more. We both looked at each other and thought, we must me fucking mad. A tough, tough day and fourty anglers boated around fifthteen Pike. But we are learning as we go along.
I'll not do this to regularly, just as and when something fucks me off. Or when I fancy it. So in the words of Russel Crowe " Are you not entertained?"