Monday, 26 August 2013

A Pot Of Lobs

Working on a bank holiday Monday isn't much fun, but I was only in for four hours and for much of that time I had the long walk and the eddy swim in mind.
 Just for a change I thought I'd take just one pot of lobs for bait, nothing more nothing less.
 Come five 'o' clock I found myself once again at the boundary oak...

 I paused a while. This is where I'd seen a badger on my previous visit, this evening it was to be a fox. He'd heard me coming and watched me a while from the undergrowth before drifting quietly away.
 I viewed the walk ahead with trepidation, 300 yards of untrodden jungle to a swim I'd last seen in the winter.

Onwards then, with polaroids donned for protection. I'd received a puncture wound to my eyelid from a dog rose thorn last year which could just have easily have been my eye itself...once bitten..
 The vegetation was over head height and I ploughed onward with my spoon net before me as protection, fencing style. The teasel seemed to jump on my net and clothing as I pushed through, every step a chore, with something trying to trip and unbalance me.
 About halfway in I was beginning to wonder what the heck I was doing, too late now. Onward through nettle, stinging through my combats and stabbing at my forearms.....but eventually I reached the swim.

The best way I can describe it is that it's the kind of swim you're not going to get a back cast from or indeed a side cast. The kind of swim where you're not sure whether your next step will be into the river. The kind of swim that you wouldn't want to drop keys or phone in.
 I broke a couple of the lobs up and dropped them into the near margin before tackling up a loafer style float with three AAA's bulk shotted and a size 10 hook to nylon.

It seems that my hat makes a very good platform for my tackle box, perched atop the stalks. One day I might even organise my float rubbers in order of size in my little Allcocks Handy Outfit tin!
 It was around this time I baited the hook and realised that I had been a bit of an idiot. In my haste to get fishing I'd actually picked up barbless hooks, every time I put a lob on, he wiggled off. I was mortified and scrambled around in my bag for something that would suffice, eventually finding some size 6 Super Specialists. A bit (lot) bigger than I wanted but it was my only option.
 So with hook and bait reattached I was ready to fish, I didn't cast,  more just lowered the bait in front of me. 

There was movement on the float almost immediately and it jagged out of sight. I struck to nothing and repositioned the bait, another bite, strike and nothing. I cursed the big hook.
 Next time round I waited,"Give it enough rope" I thought and struck to resistance.
 After a spirited little scrap I was thankful at having the forethought to bring my 3 metre landing net handle. I still had to stretch precariously to net the fish...a rather fine perch.

Look at his humpy shoulders. One of my ambitions is to catch a 3 pounder from this little river, they're in there, and probably bigger. My reluctance to use live fish as bait is a definite handicap, but I will persist come Autumn.
 The swim went quiet after the perch capture, it happens in these intimate places, you often only get one chance,
 I sat back with a canopy of summer growth above me, took a drink and enjoyed the fact that I'd probably go unnoticed by any passer-by, not that there was going to be any.
 Sometime later I flicked out a few more pieces of worm and ventured another dabble.
 The float vanished instantly and once again I struck to nothing, these bites were different though and as I went through the same routine over and over my curiosity grew.
 I took off the whole worm and threaded a tail section up the shank of the large hook and dropped it back out. Under it went again and my strike connected, it was a dace, a beautiful, lively dace.

I'm holding him tighter than I normally would, I genuinely feared that had he flipped and fell I'd have never found him.
 I soon got to thinking about leaving, what with the bait having run out and the thought of doing the long walk in the dark sending shivers down my spine. Time to go back through the bush then.

 I think I timed it perfectly really. I arrived at the car as the sun was beginning to set and as I admired the view I reflected that I had only caught two fish, but also pondered that one can have a fine adventure with just a pot of lobs.


  1. I get away with barbless hooks and lobs by leaving the tag of the grinner knot deliberately long, about an eighth of an inch is about right. Then hook the worm on by threading the hook right inside past the eye and grinner knot. The tag acts as a rag barb on the shank would do.

    I like your swims...


    1. To tell the truth I very rarely have to use them. One of the bonuses of avoiding the commercials. I honestly believe that a barbed hook is more fish friendly. Thanks for the tip though, you never stop learning.

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  3. That sounded like an exhausting yet relaxing trip and I enjoyed every step of it - nice one Gurn.

    1. Cheers Dave...loving your new reel matey.

  4. How much more satisfying gthan siting on an Octoplus platform or bivvying up for a week...

  5. Today is the first time in about 50 visits that I realised you had a link to your shop on the bottom of the page! I've never scrolled down that far before. You might be missing a few potential customers...

    Very enjoyable blog as ever. I think stripping fishing back down to it's bare essentials is definitely the way to go. Sure, I've tried everything new rig and bait going but somehow if you go with the minimum of tackle and the lowest of expectations you come home with the maximum of enjoyment...

    1. Very true. I don't really want this blog to be very commercial, it doesn't seem right. Hence, the links for my place of work and those that support me are there, but hopefully subtle.

  6. Forgot to say, I'm afraid I'm a sad git that orders his float rubbers by size! Definitely a job for an autumn night when there's nowt else to do... I use an old 6 part Anchor shot dispenser.

    Very handy when you've got cold fingers etc not having to search endlessly for that one green one that you know is in there somewhere...... plus you're not going to lose them all if spill it.