As per the title quite a varied week, with a few fish to report. It began with a test of the repaired rod, down at the Sunday Challenge Pond. I thought a short session was in order and so was there at dawn. Casting a float into one of the weed gaps I was fairly confident something would take the bait. And so it proved. After about thirty minutes my float suddenly accelerated to the left, at a rate that would have made a Formula 1 car quite jealous. One second it was inactive, a millisecond later it was in the weeds. Deep in the weeds. Obviously a carp, and by now well and truly stuck there.As long as the fish remains on the hook, I have found that a steady pressure slowly pulls these weeds, Elodea, out by the roots, and leaving a trail of disturbed mud colouring the water, the fish, wrapped in a green ball, slowly comes to the net. And that is exactly what happened. I unwrapped my green present on the bank to find a pretty little common carp of a couple of pounds or so inside the bundle.
|A Little Formula 1 Common Carp|
A pair of small dragonflies came into view. They were in their mating configuration whilst on the wing, rather than just head and tailing. Others I have seen mating have always been perched on some object or tree branch. After settling on such a branch for a short time, they then separated, and the female started to lay eggs, at a rate of about one a second, dipping its abdomen down into the water. I guess each dip was one more egg laid. The male, meanwhile, was following the female, a foot or so away. Its reactions and flight precision, following the female's flight path were astonishing. The female stopped laying after a couple of minutes and the male once again moved in for a second steamy sex session. They flew off into the sunset together...or would have done so had it not been about ten in the morning.
The next arrivals were a couple of anglers toting £9.99 Decathlon telescopic rods. Does anyone make a good telescopic rod? These two clearly had no chance of catching anything other than suicidal little perch. I often help inexperienced anglers by giving them the odd hint, but not these two anglers....hang on a minute, I am not usually quite so politically correct. To re-iterate, I did not help these two, litter dropping, noisy, uncouth noddies. Had they been quiet and clean I might have pointed out that fishing just six inches deep was not the ideal way to proceed. Instead I went home...after wishing them some, but not too much, luck.
With two working rods again, it was time to go back for another tench trip. Weather ideal, warm, fairly cloudy, and so a night trip seemed to be the ticket. On arrival at the lake, I found that, during my absence, the swifts all seem to have disappeared (Africa bound already?), but the swallows and house martins remained: A young tern has appeared, probably raised on the island in the lake. There was still some green algae in the water, but visibility throughout the water column had greatly improved, so I chose to fish with lobworms, partly as a tench bait, but also to give myself a chance of a decent perch, or preferably a few decent perch. No perch were to take the bait, and for a while bats provided the only activity. Due to the topography of the swim I was unable to get the rod tips down near the water surface, and bats were constantly giving me line bites. I once caught a bat on a lobworm, many years ago. As I held the bait up against the sky, to check that my worm was still on the hook, a bat came straight out of hell and took the worm. Fairly hooked in the top lip, it did cause me to take great care getting the hook out. It flew off, apparently unharmed.
It was not until midnight that I had a real bite. Even this looked initially like a line bite, but I was eventually convinced of the piscine nature of the activity and struck into a fish. As I did so the rod repair gave way, spectacularly, and the top half my rod slid lakewards down the line towards the fish. A new, replacement rod will now have to be sought out from Ebay. No choice but to dent the pension. I did land the fish, but am unable to comment on its fighting ability, the lower half, just the stiff remains of my rod, masked out most of the pleasure of the scrap.
|A Welcome Fish of 6-2.|
|A Real Scrapper|
This was to the the last fish, but looking around, I could see some interesting plants, berries and seeds nearby. So, to relieve the inactivity, I photographed every visible bit of flora within 5 yards of my peg. I have now challenged myself to try and identify them all. So, more accurate titles of the following photographs will be added as captions, if and when I succeed in this little venture.
|Another pink thing|
|Apple and Blackberry Crumble Bush|
|Ragwort (Jacobaea vulgaris)|
|Elderberries (Sambucus nigra)|
|Pretty red berries|
|Yellow Water Lily (Nuphar lutea)|
|Some Sort of Reed|
|Flag Iris Seed Pods|
|Prickly Green Seedpods|