I had taken a variety of baits; Hemp, Bread, Luncheon Meat, Paste and Pellets. I fed a swim with 6mm halibut/trout pellets about a crisp packet full. I spread them over an area about 2m sq. I estimated that they must be hitting the river bottom about 5m below this point, and then continuing down stream in the current. I fished a simple, half ounce, running ledger rig, straight through to a size 6 hook. The hook bait was two 8mm Halibut pellets banded to the hook, back to back.
I cast this mid way between the two points mentioned earlier and waited, and waited, and waited. 40 minutes later still not a sniff of a bite. I was thinking that it must take quite a while for the fish to come onto the bait. 5 minutes later and I started to get a bit panic stricken, "What if the bait is in weed?". I decide to reel in re-new the hook bait and re-cast.
Not even 5 minutes passed and I started to get some weird bites on the line. Unsure if this was just passing flotsam, I reeled in to check the bait, GONE!! OK whats that all about? I baited the hook again and cast to the same spot. After around 10 minutes I started getting the weird (line) bites again, not a definite take just some pulsing movements to the rod tip, like weed on the line. I left it this time and waited to see if it developed. It went quiet and after 10 minutes I reeled in to check to find one of the pellets had been removed from the band. ARGGGG!!!
What could it be? If I was sea fishing I would have screamed CRABS, but this was a beautiful freshwater river about 30 miles from the coast. Are there crayfish in the Wensum?
After a couple of repeat attempts the swim went quiet and I decided to bait the swim again, move onto somewhere else, do some thinking, then return later to fish from the opposite bank.
Roving about produced a couple of noteworthy locations for a return visit. One swim was beautiful, with a big overhanging tree at the end of it. Mmmmmm Nice......
Eventually, fish less, I returned to the original swim with renewed optimism...OK here we go "Chub, Chub, Chub." I chanted under my breath. Same technique, but this time I will strike earlier. Bait went into the water, with 4 or 5 pellets offerings. I sat and waited and almost straight away the same weird line bites I had previously. I struck and connected with nothing, Oh well try again. I checked the bait which was fine and re-cast to a slightly different place. Now in hindsight I must have put the hook bait in weed, because nothing stirred for about 30 minutes. I decided to re-cast to the original place and had a bite within 3 minutes. I struck, connected into a fish and then almost straight away the line went slack. Snapped line, weakness on the hook length. Check, Check, Check!!!! I was now quite low as you can imagine!!!
I tackled up again and cast to the same spot...5 minutes and the weird pulsing started on the tip of the rod. I waited till the rod tip pulled around a bit more and struck into a fish. YES!!! COME ON!! Carefully I played it to the side of the river, a lovely fight, very give and take, the kind I like. And then it was in the net, Phew!! My first ever Chub of about 3lb and beautifully marked in gold grains on its flank.
A great day and a great fish (which I really deserved).
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