Work has been interfering with my pleasure just recently so not been able to get out. I didn't mind much because of the shit conditions.
Anyway, I may have mentioned that I recently joined a pike syndicate who have just taken over the stretch of the Avon 5 minutes from home. They are overjoyed to have me, not least because I don't fish for pike.
The stretch is a great stretch except for one fatal flaw, it is people and dog City, particularly on hot days. As it happens, the girlfriend had a friend coming round for a few hours so I took the opportunity to nip down there for a quick session. The syndicate has fenced off some of the swims but you can still hear the people shouting, playing loud music and throwing sticks in for their dogs. I also had two groups of swimmers downstream. Whatever !
So I set up for my usual roach, dace, chublets etc which were so prolific I quickly got bored because my tip was flickering from the second it hit the water (should have float-fished really). After an hour or so of this, I decided to try a bigger bait which I had in my rucksack comprising 4mm spicy sausage pellet.
Much to my surprise, from the first cast I started getting slow tugs and the odd positive pull round very much like bream bites but couldn't hit them for the life of me. Then hooked something really big which shook the hook notwithstanding that I was using a hair. It felt like a very, very big bream but I convinced myself it was an eel.
Then I had a proper pull round and caught a bream of about 3.5lbs. The river is only narrow so I thought that would be it but as soon as I dropped it in the tugs and pulls started again. It was very frustrating but, on one strike, I pulled in a large bream scale. God knows what was going on down there.
Anyway, to cut a long story short, I switched to attaching the pellet to the hook with a bait-band which brought me two more bream in the same bracket. They were still biting when I packed up after 4 hours in the heat of the day with swimmers literally 20 yards downstream.
All of which leads me to believe, there must be a lot of bream there to be caught once the weather settles down into something more "English".