Firstly, many thanks for the kind comments left on my blog and the many text messages I received for my PB, it is very much appreciated. Fred, unfortunately due to cold hands and no glasses I managed to press the wrong button on my I-phone and I deleted your comment by mistake but thank you for the comment left.
Yes, I am still grinning like an idiot and I am still trying to catch my next barbel. I did have one last Saturday evening, a small fish but a lovely fish none the less and on Thursday evening I managed a lovely little chub that once caught killed my swim dead! On that evening there where at least three Barn owls calling to each other or warning each other off, I am not sure and at some time in the evening a Canada goose sounded like it was being throttled………….. a very un-nerving and unpleasant sound!
I fished yesterday, an early finish at work and I was walking along the bank during the daylight hours looking at the river. I have admittedly been putting a little bit of bait, usually just a handful of baits now and then, into a couple of areas away from the normal places. I went to fish one of these areas yesterday, a nice looking area a good walk from the car park, but someone else had been there. There was a large pile of freshly dredged weed piled on the bank, a close inspection revealed lots of snails and Swan Mussel shells in amongst the weed, and evidence of bank sticks being pushed into the soft ground……….. Bugger, I was hoping to have the first cast into there.
I stood there for a while and decided to fish further down the river instead. It was not long before the mist descended onto the riverbank and I was soon wet through, perhaps I should put my umbrella up before I get soaked next time.
This morning I went for a long walk around my local pond with my daughter, we where greeted with this……………….
We need some rain or wind or some frost, this ‘nothing’ weather is doing our fisheries no good I feel, it is the middle of November and there is Blue/Green algae around, that cannot be right.
Indeed, those "noises" on hears in the woods can be quite disconcerting. I remember being by a Blue Heron rookery once....they sound like a gaggle of cackling witches! And oh how the imagination runs. ;) Congrats again, Tom on your PB....and the beautiful thing about fishing is the achievement of a goal is never the end...there's always another fish and we're always back out there trying to solve the puzzle. Cheers!
ReplyDeleteBlue Green Algae in November? That's a first! We desperately need a big rain.
ReplyDeleteslip of the finger eh, looked perfect to me.
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