Friday, December 09, 2011
The wind doth blow
I've messed about with different things on the leger rods. Big baits, small(er) baits; joey, lamprey and new secret squirrel deadbait.
I've tried popping them up different distances from the bottom, twitching them back, messing about trying to re-invent the wheel.
The float rod needs a 2oz lead and a big ET blob fished 6ft over-depth to hold it still.
The water's clear but the waves are tipped with foam. I've had a feeling this was going to be a lost cause all day, but I stick it out as the clouds mass and the wind whips up another notch or two.
I was going to call it a day at 3pm, but Rob rocks up full of Rob-esque enthusiasm. I move the rods around to make room for a couple more. I've had one in front of the feature he casts his first one out to all day on and off.
As I get the stove on, Rob gets a pull. He's down the bank like Rob going down the bank when he gets a pull.
He picks the rod up, sweeps it back and misses whatever was on the end. I take no delight whatsoever in this. I would clearly have been happier if he'd turned up, dropped one in and caught a twenty right where I'd been fishing.
Sod this podna - I'm off, I say as the sun lights the gathering clouds for a minute or two, before it dives for cover.
posted at 21:13