It’s been tricky trying to think of something to write about for the blog, mainly as the weather has been so bad over recent weeks and the fact my one session recently was a complete blank.
The trip in question, a spur-of-the-moment afternoon session on a local day ticket lake in search of pike, resulted in one finicky, dropped run on a cold, bright and windy day. Well before I left the comfort of the sofa, hot tea and toast that morning, I knew it was going to be a struggle. Yet just the thought of a few snatched hours in the cold spent casting dead-baits to the horizon was too tempting and I was on the lake by midday.
I’d not previously pike fished the venue before, but had seen a couple of lads land a low-double during the summer that took a fluro pop-up on the retrieve and was on the lake one mild January day when an angler managed a 16lb fish. Also, having spoken to the bailiff, he mentioned a couple of points that are music to the pike angler’s ear. Firstly was that the lake hardly ever sees any attention from predator anglers, mainly due to the abundance of carp and bream which interest the majority of visitors; secondly, a large pike had been found dead a couple of years previously, a fish the bailiff had witnessed and put at over 20lbs. So although the first pike session on the venue was a blank, I intend to spend some more time on the venue to see if there are some good pike in there.