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For a
good few months now, I have been patiently waiting
for the start of the Piking season. After learning
so much about the species last season, I really
didn't feel like I had had enough come the end of
the season, although the call of other species soon
put these thoughts to the back of my mind. Earlier
in the year I was lucky enough to secure my place on
Pike fishing Mecca, Blithfield Reservoir. In the
past I had fished the 700 acre reservoir two times
previous, actually boating my only Trout water Pike
from the venue; a few Jacks and a 14lb'er.
Finally
the first weekend of four arrived, and myself, and
boat partner Chris Hammond, were ready and wearing
to go! Both of us were excited by the fact that
deadbaits were now allowed, we thought this may give
us, and everyone else the edge. On arrival, i was
pretty much laughed off the jetty with my poor
excuse of an anchor, and what with a poor start out
of the jetty which saw me fighting with the engine,
our Blithfield campaign hadn't got off to a great
start.
We
soon found ourselves heading out into the Ressie,
looking for any likely areas, with al the ones we
had previously wanted being taken already. We
anchored up (with a borrowed anchor....) and cast
out our deadbait, totally full of confidence with
our method and began to cast lures. Hour after hour,
and move after move later, and we were getting
nowhere. It appeared as though a few fish had been
landed, but we had yet to anything. A move later in
the day paid off and saved the first day from a
blank. After casting a Firetiger Replicant to the
shoreline, it was taken on the drop by a smallish
jack, of which released itself next to the boat.
Pleased that I had at least raised a response I cast
back to the very same spot and hooked and landed a
fish slightly larger, probably just making double
figures. That was the end of the first days action
for us.
The
second day started as badly as the first, and
intense fog embarrassingly left myself and Chris in
a state of disorientation, not knowing where on
earth we had ended up! To cut a long story short,
Chris was the only one landing a fish that day in
the shape of a jack to a depth raider during the
afternoon. The day had been hard going, but we were
determined to get back and get into one of the more
decent fish.
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