After so much anticipation, I guess it was always doomed to end in disappointment.
I managed to get out for my first proper pike session in ages on my new local river – the mighty Wye.
Home to pike of genuinely leviathan proportions, with fish approaching 40 pounds in weight, the Wye is certainly a mouth-watering prospect for anyone interested in pike fishing and indeed many other aspects of coarse and game angling.
But my inaugural Wye piking trip resulted in nothing in the way of pike related action. In fact the river, despite seemingly good conditions, was very quiet.
I found some wonderful slacks and eddies away from the main, relentless flow and yet the various tasty dead baits I offered up remained untroubled by old esox.
Of course I’m under no illusions that such an untamed and unforgiving, wild old river would give up even a modest pike easily. All rivers and their inhabitants are unpredictable and contrary by nature. But I know they’re in there! And I can’t wait to get back.
I’ve been painting tench recently. Another species I’ve not had the opportunity to fish for properly in recent years.