A shoal of fry erupted from the surface a few feet in front of a marginal tree, some unseen marauder terrifying them en mass (a perch perhaps or jack pike ?). The floats remained still, aside from the occasional drift when the depth was not set for the bottom. Various baits were tried but nothing could raise the interest of my intended target. Perversely the cyprinids were completely on the feed, rolling Bream occasionally seen in a corner of the eye, and bubbles fizzing on the shelf of a nearby bar 40 yards out. Scenes witnessed rarely when I'm fishing for them, funny that !
Eventually darkness fell and the lines were reeled in, baits thrown to the waiting ducks and decisions made about where to head for part two of the evenings predator session. The Coventry or Fazeley Canal ? The Fazeley just edging it as the drive was shorter and I had plans on a new swim.
The rest of the evening was pretty uneventful, culminating in one take which happened just at the point I'd decided to take a leak ! The fish was taking line well, so that even the baitrunner had started to kick in as I got to the rod. I disengaged and lifted expecting to feel a force of some kind but there was none, the pair of single hooks missing their target yet again. I wondered if I still had any sea hooks at home, being that little bit larger they may be better for presenting sections of or even whole baits without the point being masked or compromised in any way? Seems Jeff had already tried with some good results.
That was to be the evenings only take and soon a text from the wife tempted me home with news of fresh homemade pizza in the oven.
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