The Clock Is Ticking

The beginning of the week was a real downer, with the oldies having health issues, poor old things. This meant that time has been taken up with helping them out and other family  stuff.

At the end of last week me and TCG headed to another Suffolk river in search of chub. TCG knew exactly where he was going and marched off with five pints of maggots to the hot chub hole.

I fancied a swim with a big snag under my own bank, with a lovely steady flow. I've never chub fished this river but was ultra confident of a bite....it looked perfect. 

A single swan shot on a fixed link with a big lobworm was flicked close to the snag and less than a minute later the tip pulled round and I was in to a decent fish. It was typical  crash, bang, wallop snag swim stuff.

I managed to net the fish, along with several reeds and a rotton bit of wood. It was industrial but effective. 

4lb 13oz  and in lovely condition. 

Unfortunately, it turned out to be the only fish of the session.  TCG also found it tough, feeding non stop for several hours, with just a solitary dace to show for his efforts.

Oh well, you never can tell.

I've not been fishing for a week and with the time ticking down to the end of the season, it's time to get out on the bank and enjoy the last two weeks.

As we speak, the river is up and coloured, but by the weekend it should be fining down and with no rain forecast I'm planning to fill my boots next week.

I went out worming last week on the first mild evening for ages and had a massive haul of chunky lobs. My back can put up with no more than an hour of wum hunting and in that time I had over two hundred. All big'uns too.

I've honestly never seen anything like it, they were everywhere. Now I've got to make them count with some big perch and chub.

I've also got fresh maggots in the fridge for a bit of dace fishing, plenty of dead maggots and liquidised bread in the freezer and some cracking dendras and red worms in the compost heap, so I'm prepped and ready to go.

Last night the mighty Liverpool won again and with Arsenal drawing at Forest I reckon it's in the bag. Poor old Ipswich look a cert for the drop though, couldn't even beat that shower at Old Trafford.

Enough ramblings, I'm off to pack the van with fishing gear.