|Hmmm... Where's the hook?|
The whole line/hook/reel/rod balance thing starts to make far more sense as time goes on, but the how, where and what also play a big part in the mix. What may be the correct line for one job may be totally inadequate for another. This may sound obvious but making those choices for the inexperienced is hard without any guidance. Today I discovered several things for myself but also had some help from my match fishing mate Brian. It was Brian that helped me out with getting the groundbait to the correct consistency nearly two years ago, see HERE. Just simple 'adjustments' to my casting technique, pointed out by Brian, made so much difference, things I did not realise I was doing wrong or not doing at all can only be spotted by someone who knows, watching me and actually saying something is wrong. A few hours with someone like Brian can make all the difference and I am most appreciative of his support and advice.
|Twelve hours of fishing to come - Great stuff!|
I walked into the office to pay my day ticket to a warm welcome and some light hearted banter about only being two days late for the match. Dax, the fishery cat came bounding over and demanded some attention, ignoring Andy who was bemoaning the fact that the cat takes no notice of him. Dax's job is to stop the rodents eating the bait, mind you I am not sure that is very cost effective as all the pellet tubs seem to be filled (emptied?) to the same level, that is just about as far as Dax can reach in from the floor. There is a cat food called 'Dax' that looks like fishing pellets, maybe that is where his name comes from...
I walked out of the office and and that air of calm came over me at the start of another day of piece and quiet. Fishing is still an adventure for me. Most of my life both working and home has been spent pursuing indoor activities. Being here thirty-odd miles away from home and intending to spend the next twelve hours out in the open is brilliant - so long as it doesn't rain, and even if it does, it will not be the end of the world.
|First fish on the 'new' old rod - A lively little roach|
|Only a few ounces below the record...|
|Just as the silvers were starting to get bigger, the F1s stole the show|
|A pair of Robins eating maggots!|
|Mrs M. and her twins|
Brian had to leave to get some work done on his van and Just as he did, I lost my new toy. It was time to learn another lesson. Fishing for F1's on a feeder float is fine until they get excited and then the rate of capture increases dramatically. So does the ferocity of the take and the speed at which I was trying to get back out there. I cast out rapidly without readjusting the drag. The float hit the water and it was immediately snatched away with such force the the mainline snapped. The float was attached to the line using a pellet waggler adapter so it will stay with the fish until it snags and then it will just slide off the remains of the line or as I suspect, the fish will just shed the hook in the reads and the float will spend the rest of its days tangled in the reeds.
Lesson learnt, time to re-load some heavier line on the reel for this work. I know I had left the drag tight but even though I had the rod in my hand I did not have time to react. If I had been using heaver line I am sure I would have landed that fish. Although I had another Sodafloat with me, I was not going to risk getting cracked off again so that was the end of my experimenting for another session.
|Fishing just off the tip of my vintage Silstar rod with a very visible float|
|The F1s are a decent size now in Jeff's Lake|
All too soon it was time to pack up and go home. A great day for fish, a great day for some good company and a great day for learning something new. The remains of my bait, apart from the maggots, was fed to the ducks as nothing goes to waste. The maggots are destined for 'processing' into casters, but that is another story I will report on next week...