What a racket...................

I managed to get out again yesterday for a few hours during late afternoon so I had a look at the river before choosing an area in which to fish. My immediate thoughts was to fish a deep hole just beneath a tree but as someone else was fishing down stream I decided not to impinge upon his fishing and I headed off down stream to find somewhere else.

The river is in tiptop condition, she is running clear and the weed growth is still very healthy if not a tad too healthy. There are plenty of small fish in the river and I saw a huge shoal of small perch menacing anything that looked like a meal. The bank side foliage is still green although one or two of the trees are starting to turn colour and loose there leaves, it will not be long before the trees will be bare. The water foul are plentiful as are the small birds, I saw the Buzzards again high in the sky, and all in all it is a lovely place to be.

Under the tree.

I found an area and I cast in my bait, just the one rod this time, I have decided that unless on a larger river to use just the one rod and the one bait. I have spent too many evenings wondering if I should move this rod here and that rod there, should I put that bait over there, in the end I don’t fish effectively. It was not long before the first canoeist came down the river, they immediately asked which side to pass on and did so quietly with no fuss. We share the river and we need to be polite to each other, some canoeist don’t really see it that way but the same can be said about some fishermen as well.

I settled down and then it started……………….. in the distance someone was doing his level best to murder every single not of ever song he was attempting to sing at a level that would have drown out the Concorde, it was dreadful! I suffered it for about half an hour and then moved up stream to an area where it was not quite so loud. I have sat on the river listening to all sorts but nothing as dreadful as this guy. One evening from way of in the distance I could hear a lovely classical music evening followed by fifty or so Chinese lanterns being floated into the sky, that was a lovely evening to be on the river.

The evening turned cold quickly last night, there was a mist on the meadow and the sky was clear, Jupiter was bright in the night sky and I spotted several satellites speeding through the stars, Vega 5 was burning brightly and the Big Bear was just off to my right hand side.

I ended the evening with a dry net, not that that worries me; I have had so many in the past, I just enjoy my evenings out on the river.

Happy days or should that be evenings!