So i settle on the only peg i can find empty on the B.A.A Blackstone stretch. It's much slower and deeper than i would like but i was still optimistic of a few barbel. A few hours later and biteless i change my bait from pellet to corn and yatzee my tip swings round and i strike into my first fish of the year only this fish hasn't read the script as a nice bream rolls over the net. still it's better than blanking. Another hour or so later and still on the corn my tip swings round again and this time it's definately not a bream as a good fish runs me into a giant snag damn and to make matters worse my son lands his first barbel ever of about 3lb which naturally im of proud of but would of been a lot happier had i banked mine lol .
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My Son Reece and his 1st Barbel at 3lb |
After another good fish takes me into the snag im beginning to think it's not my day and perhaps i should take lessons off my son!!. So after breaking a branch off the small tree that separates Reece's swim and mine i recast and within seconds im away again only this time as the barbel runs for the snag i walk into my son's swim and steer him away and into my net. Result
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1st Barbel of season at 10lb |
And it doesn't take long for the fish to be tempted when just as im pouring a cuppa my rod is savagely pulled off the rest. why does that always happen?. so with scalding coffee burning my leg i wrestle another nice fish to the net this time weighing in at 8lb 12oz.
After that its quiet till home time but im buzzing and couldn't care less and with everyone around us struggling for bites i think we've done well.
Just can't wait for my my next trip
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