With the predicited warm weather my hopes for catching fish where pretty high but the reality was different.The main task for this day was to get my second fishing license so I couldfish the feeder stream of the main river again.As this particular feeder ran just beside the clubhouse I did wet a line in the hope to catch a chub or dace.The water was clear but I could not spot any fish at all. The morning was pretty cold…
As I lately had some extra time on my hands I went out again for another trip to the river. The unusual warm weather had changed to a somewhat cooler and windier version. I was a bit unprepared for the predicted “light rain”, it was heavy. Despite the rain the river had almost returned to a more or less normal level and the clarity had greatly improved. I still could not spot any moving fish but the first spot that…
Another glorious day at the river, still slow fishing but catching a dace on a dry fly in the middle of february is exceptional.Again very warm … maybe that is why the buzzard finally stayed long enough still for a picture. Spotted the first lapwing … nature is moving on.
A day ago I walked past an innercity canal and spotted a bunch of large perch lying on the canal floor hiding under some floating plants.I was there “unarmed” so I vowed to check the place out the next day. Off course I went back to the canal and checked the location of yesterday … no one was at home. I then went looking for the perch at the other bank and noticed one fish on the move. Once cast…
Cabin fever got the better of me so I went out fishing despite the fact that the river was still carrying too much water.The morning was quite chilly with temperatures just above freezing while later in the day the sun actually produced some warmth. I fished my various hotspots that usually produce fish later in the season but nothing showed.Near sunset I finally got a hit on the nymph and could land one dace.On the plus side it was the…
Blanked … again. Floodstage on the river, no show at the reservoir. The only thing left to do was to flush my sorrow away with beers at the pub.
So off I went for another go at catching fish in February.It was a stormy day, strong wind gusts and some rain.On my way to the water I came across a white cat in the field and thoughtit would be a good omen. First stop was the reservoir where I figured I would soon hook into some sort of perch or maybe a pike … not so.The water was clear, no life to be seen except for some cormorants, gulls…
Fourth session on the water, third blank …No signs of fish … no bites at all. On the plus side they opened the pub for me even though it was closed so I ended the day well. Afterwards I went to the syndicate to renew my licenses. Next time I will fish the reservoir hoping that the perch might have a go at the flies I toss.