I'll was touch ledgering with bread flake, halibut pellets and maybe some luncheon meat if I think things need mixing up.
Setup:
4lb main line to a standard paternoster rig, 2ssg holding bottom.
Size 4 Drennan Specimen micro barbed hook
I'll started with a bit of flake pinched on nice and tight round the shank but soft around the point so any strike would be sure to be positive.
It was getting on for 7am when I'd first cast out and within about 30 seconds the rod tip was bent over nicely, struck into it and bingo! Now, depending on where I fish for chub and what the conditions are, the bites don't always reflect the size of fish that's taken it. I was expecting a nice clunk judging by the 6-8 inch sway in the rod tip, but no such luck this time. This little fella manged to get his lips round my hook bait.
On we go for the next. I didn't stay in any swim too long so after 20 minutes I was on the move again. The next swim was a good one, having caught chub here before I knew I was in for a shout. I was trying to cast out just under the overhanging tree away to the right of the shot on the far bank
A couple of casts later I landed this
Not massive by any stretch but lovely looking all the same and fought like a fish twice its size. I missed a big bite about 10 minutes after landing this one and very soon after the swim went dead. So off I went again downstream looking for the next good looking spot. A succession of small but lively chub followed
It's late on in September and a few days ago saw the annual explosion of Harvestman (daddy long legs) and many of them were scrambling on the surface of the river. I saw a few being taken off the surface by chub and couldn't help but think I could have done with a fly in my tackle box.............
Anyway, on I went downstream in search of bigger chub and a change of tactics. I swapped the flake for a single halibut pellet on a Korum Quickstop hair rig (paternoster rig remained the same) and first cast under and overhanging willow saw my rod tip swing away to the right 10 inches. After the strike I knew I was into a big one as it made a dive into the roots of the tree. My clutch was a bit slack and I almost lost it in the snags. 5 minutes and a bucket of sweat later saw this beauty in my landing net
6lb 6oz and a PB for me. It had taken a good fight to get it in and a bit of a job getting the hook out as it had guzzled it right down into its throat. Given all this I thought a picture in the landing net would be quicker and kinder so I could get it back in the water. Chuffed to bits I moved on in search of more.
A few more smaller fish followed including a decent roach but nothing to get the pulse racing as much as the PB so I called it a day at lunchtime and headed for home.
I think of the sunshine keeps up for the rest of September I might take a fly down there, you never know.............