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Its incredibly difficult to write a fishing blog when you don’t catch any fish and I should know it’s becoming a regular occurrence! Having blanked on my last outing to Farmoor golf is becoming a real interesting option. After an amazing day on the river I was brought back down to earth with a bang once more. This year has seen the big waters fishing extremely well, that is until I turn up! Grafham even managed to fish its tits of on the hottest day of the year in bright sunshine. I was not able to practice as I had been in London all day. On the coach home from the big smoke I was not overly overjoyed that reports were coming in of some tough fishing.
It did occur to me to phone in sick, but I had committed to fish and decided to try and make the best of it. There had been reports of algae blooms and water clarity was not at its best, the back brief from the guys who had practiced was grim. Basically, go out on a floater/midgetip and grind it out on the washing line. The weather was hot and initially it was very still with little cloud cover. I was lucky that I had a great boat partner in Peter Brewer, he had practiced and was happy to take the engine. I had injured my middle finger (no not by using it to much) and did not wish to aggravate the injury further by wrestling with the engine.
We decided to start our day at the dam and after nearly an hour without seeing a fish caught I was encouraged when my line tightened up. The rod bent into the fighting arc and as every comp angler knows the sense of relief flooded through me thinking the blank was off the cards. The feeling did not last long and the tension disappeared and the rod returned to a straight line….bugger. Still, I was encouraged and a short time latter another good pull kept me on my toes. Peter, shortly after put a fish in the boat bolstering our moral. The boats started moving around always a good indicator that the going was tough we decided to stick it out in the dam area.
We worked hard and although there was some interest on the end of my line it was nothing I could take to the bank. Peter ground out another fish and I decided that a change was required so changed to a midge tip line. My effort was rewarded when I hooked a fish at distance and brought it quickly under control. I turned to Peter and said I don’t think this is well hooked I’m going to lose it. Talk about self-fulfilling prophecy after a few minutes of gingerly playing the fish it turned and left my nymph in the water just feet from my net. I said to Peter that was unlucky or words to that effect….lol.
It was going to be one of those days for me, Peter had a fantastic showing though boating four fish on an exceptionally hard day. The rod average was a little lower than Farmoor at 1.5 so I was not alone with my donut. The truth is most managed to grind at least one fish out. The team had all managed to catch one fish a man, but this was only good enough for last place. Our group one team had not faired much better and joined us in last place in there group. Hard lessons learned again by me if you don’t get out and practice and spend time on the water you are going to take an arse whooping! There is a saying in the Army “Fail to prepare, then prepare to fail”.