A heavey frost covered the roof of the garden shed as the temperatures over the weekend dropped to what should be the seasonal norm, of late we have basked in unseasonably warm temperatures.
Most of our tackle remains in boxes that where transported to Redditch last weekend then placed in the loft, so when young Tales suggested a spot of fishing today finding the right kit proved to be a task of the unexpected. With boxes spread across three loft voids it was a bit like picking a short straw. After a couple of rummages in boxes I managed to find a couple of vintage Mitchell 300 spinning reel, a Brady bag, a mixed box of terminal tackle and a circular box of vintage ABU and Mepps spinners. Hidden in the back passage to the garden was an Efgeeco rod bag containing an assortment of rod, tucked in the front pocket was a travel spinning rod so this and an old landing net was put together to service the needs of young Tales.
Wrapped up in several layers of clothes we headed out of the door, jumped into the car and took off down the A316 to a stretch of the River Thames that we know reasonably well. Whilst parking the car a Mini drew up beside us and the occupants hurriedly spoiled out of the doors with rods in hand displaying large 4ins silver spoon lures. Clearly we weren’t the only people who contemplated an afternoon by the river targeting predatory fish.
Our fishing companions took up station where the barbel fishers hang out, casting back downstream to the oxygenated water under the tree- lined bank where overhanging alder, willow and hawthorn displayed a range of Rapalas, ABU Dropens, Mepps and orange fluorescent topped floats hanging like Christmas decorations.
Our swim which is marked by an apple tree still bearing fruit was free, tackled up young Tales chucked out a small red and brass Mepps first to mid water the to the left and then to the right varying his rate of retrieve…repeating the procedure several time to no avail. Frustration soon set in and then the spinner found itself in the bank and when I took over to demonstrate how to do it I managed to place the spinner in a Hawthorne bush to the right, fortunately it was retrievable.
As the wind dropped along with the temperature which hovered around 6.5 degrees and the light started to fade the surface of the water was broken as small silver fish leaped along the middle of the river. From the left to right numerous fish jumped as if pursued by a preditor however casting towards the flurry of activity still resulted in no takes. With a couple of changes of lure the results were the same.
The purple light indicated that it was time to head home, still the fish jumped around us but it was clear nothing was biting. So bagels were packed and we walked back to the car through the long grass.