I had plans today to pay a visit to one of my least favorite venues. I have fished the venue in question a number of times and never had that much luck. To be honest I hate the place. I managed to convince myself it was worth a shout for two main reasons. Firstly I have never fished it this time of year and secondly we've had a reasonable dry spell so the water should be fairly clear.
After my 5am alarm call and a quick shower. I jumped in the car, picked Ben up and made our way west. After a short stop for breakfast at McDonalds we arrived at the reservoir. Simon was already there and beaming when we arrived. He had already landed one pike and lost another. A definite PB for Simon but with no scales or measure we have no idea how big it was.
With Simon's great start to the day, my mood had been lifted and I had become a little more hopeful of catching. I decided to fish big lures on the Bosco baitcaster and leave all the small stuff behind. I did wonder if this would be my undoing but I'm loving using the baitcaster at the mo so I went with it.
After fishing several swims with no joy we then stumbled upon some bream in the margins spawning. Now no self respecting pike would miss out on activity like this. I then had my first take, failed to hook up but I was now confident it would only be a matter of time. A couple of swims on and a take right at my feet. After a short fight his nose was just about to slip over the net and he slipped the hook. After yet another take that failed to hook up near some sunken branches Ben jumped in to poach my swim. We went cast for cast but it was Ben hook snagged him first and had his first pike on the bank.
It wasn't long before I managed to bank my first fish. Working the reed line along the margin won me the take and after a few jumps I had her in the net. What a relief, I haven't blanked.
The day continued much the same for us all, it really was mental the amount of takes we had right in front of us. Seeing the pike shooting out and nailing the lures did not get boring at all. In fact I would go as far as saying it was the most exciting fishing I have done for a while.
Having switched to the opposite bank I continued to work the reed edges and all the sunken branches I could find. I suddenly got hit a whole lot harder than I had all day. I even said to Ben "this is a better one" then it just gave up and came in. As it got closer it rolled and that unmistakable dorsal fin of a perch was visible. The greedy little bugger had just taken a 7.5inch SG 4play Hard bait.
With a few more jacks being caught between us the scores were Simon 3 pike, Ben 2 pike and 2 perch and myself 3 pike and 1 perch. Ben then managed a lovely 37cm perch that weighed in at 2lb 6oz.
On the way back to the car I managed one last jack bringing my total up to 4 jacks and a perch. What a day, plenty of laughs, plenty of fish and exciting takes in the relatively clear water. I'm hoping to get out again over the next few days. If the fishing is anything like today I'll be happy.
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