Brother-in-law Chris has just got back into fishing via his boy Fraser (7 years old), after a 15 year lay off, and on the couple of times he has come with me most of the day has been devoted to making sure that Fraser catches.
The other day Chris confessed that he wouldn’t mind a days fishing without Fraser, and that he’d love to catch a Tench as he’d never caught one.
There is only one venue that I could think of to virtually guarantee this, so first port of call was the boat house at Old Bury Hill to pay for our day tickets and collect the punt that would transport us to “The Jungle” on the Estate Lake.
Settling into an area hard up against an uprooted tree, I fed a couple of handfuls of pellets and sweetcorn into mine and Chris’s swims. The sun was already starting to climb and not a cloud in the sky signalled that the early mist would soon burn off.
After about half an hour my waggler vanished, and after a brief tussle a fighting fit male Tench of just over 3lb was safely in the net.
Chris meanwhile was suffering from some lightning fast unhittable bites, which I felt could be due to skimmers.
I could see the frustration in his face, when suddenly the float lifted up and laid flat. “STRIKE” The rod hooped over as one angry fish sought out the shelter of the bushes that were so close. Fortunately it was unsuccessful, and after 5 mins Chris’s first ever Tench was netted, and at 4lbs 2ozs a great fish to start with ……
After about half an hour my waggler vanished, and after a brief tussle a fighting fit male Tench of just over 3lb was safely in the net.
Chris meanwhile was suffering from some lightning fast unhittable bites, which I felt could be due to skimmers.
I could see the frustration in his face, when suddenly the float lifted up and laid flat. “STRIKE” The rod hooped over as one angry fish sought out the shelter of the bushes that were so close. Fortunately it was unsuccessful, and after 5 mins Chris’s first ever Tench was netted, and at 4lbs 2ozs a great fish to start with ……
Soon however the sun was beating down, and the Tench retreated deep into the shade of the bushes, Chris had a close encounter with a Carp, which sadly for him the Carp won.
Still the Bream continued to feed, nothing huge but large enough to keep Chris happy for the rest of the day.
At the end of the day as we stepped out of the punt, his first words were “When are we coming back ?” I don’t think it will be too long somehow.
Still the Bream continued to feed, nothing huge but large enough to keep Chris happy for the rest of the day.
At the end of the day as we stepped out of the punt, his first words were “When are we coming back ?” I don’t think it will be too long somehow.
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