I had a couple of hours after work on Pocklington Canal, mid week. Trying to find somewhere fishable proved to be a bit of a problem. The lack of boot activity had allowed it to become gin clear again and the weed growth in some areas was nearly to the surface again. Adding to the access problems was the bank-side rushes. After a bit of a trundle round I found a fishable stretch, but it only produced a couple of wasps on a small brown jig. So I moved to another stretch.
I was greeted by scattering fish as I got down to the bank. First cast, with a small 4-play, produced a cute little jack, but nothing more. Further on a nice perch of 1¼lb. A bit further along a pike lunged at the lure three times before grabbing hold. All rather heart-stopping in the clear water. The lush reed growth proved to be a problem when I came to net it though, as it dived straight in and lodged it's self fast. A bit of prodding with the landing net persuaded it to move back out where I was able to net it. This was not the case with the largest fish of the afternoon, which performed the same trick. Not amount of prodding was going to get it to move out of the reeds, or so it seemed. Eventually it shot out, but the line was still going through the reeds. After a bit of carefully untangling I managed to get it to the net, along with a large amount of weed.
By now it was time to head home for dinner, especially as the drizzle was now turning to rain. A bit of frost is needed to get some of the vegetation down.
I was greeted by scattering fish as I got down to the bank. First cast, with a small 4-play, produced a cute little jack, but nothing more. Further on a nice perch of 1¼lb. A bit further along a pike lunged at the lure three times before grabbing hold. All rather heart-stopping in the clear water. The lush reed growth proved to be a problem when I came to net it though, as it dived straight in and lodged it's self fast. A bit of prodding with the landing net persuaded it to move back out where I was able to net it. This was not the case with the largest fish of the afternoon, which performed the same trick. Not amount of prodding was going to get it to move out of the reeds, or so it seemed. Eventually it shot out, but the line was still going through the reeds. After a bit of carefully untangling I managed to get it to the net, along with a large amount of weed.
By now it was time to head home for dinner, especially as the drizzle was now turning to rain. A bit of frost is needed to get some of the vegetation down.
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