Its that time of week again when you hear what I have been up to. So, today was planned last week to fish the Chelmer. This was due to the uncertainty of lockdown two and if we were allowed fishing. I wanted to get a river session in before the worst-case scenario happened.
I left home around 06:30 and popped into Tesco to pick up some tiger bread (mmmmm), as the father-in-law was making us a bacon, sausage and egg sandwiches. I then got on the lovely A12 where there had been an accident. Now I hope everyone was ok in the RTC which was northbound and I was going south, but why do people just gawk and not move. This had delayed my fishing so wasn’t happy.
Finally got to my spot on the Chelmer and to my horror, the spots I wanted were taken (1hr 10mins driving, instead of 40 mins). The other anglers looked happy and fair play to them I hope they caught. Time for a new plan. So, called my father-in-law and agreed we should fish our club water. So, back I went another 50 mins in the direction I had just came from. The joy of the A12 lol.
I arrived at our club water, which I thought was going to be busy, as we were waiting for the news if we can fish. Not a single soul was on the lake (wow). After staring into space for a while, I chose a swim and started to set up. The father-in-law arrived and went in the next swim up.
I knew the water would probably be best for Roach, so float with red mags it was. After a few lovely Roach I decided to fish under a tree to see if anything else was about. Bang straight into the tree and my best float came off. I could have cried; the line was in the tree but the float was heading away from me. I even tried tying spare line around my net to get it back. It was gone, floating in the middle of the lake.
Set up again it was and after sulking to myself I was back out and catching Roach. Every now and then I would look up and see my float heading further away. It then came to lunch time and the amazing wedge of bread full of all the bad stuff mmmmm yum.
After eating my lunch, I looked up to reminisce on my float that left me and to my amazement the wind had pushed it to another swim opposite me. What luck, I reeled in and went to retrieve my float. Absolutely made up with getting it back whoop whoop.
As we fished into the late afternoon the fishing were coming out one after another. It then came to that time when eventually have to pack up. Was a good day, 42 in total, shame it wasn’t a match lol.
Until next time, Tight Lines……
Coming soon the Essex Anglers Species Hunt.