Yesterday afternoon saw me back to the River Medlock in an effort to salvage something from the day after a poor morning on the Irwell. As if things could get any worse. Well they did, much worse. In fact they got as bad as things could get right now in my world of fishing. The river was blue from pollution. There was an oily deposit all round the banks right the way through Woodhouses, and a nasty foam below the weirs.
On the way home I noticed that the pond on Reggie's farm is no more, drained and filled in. I used to sneak on here in the middle of the night as a kid, trying to tempt the big perch. It has fallen prey to the commercial world, as has the Medlock it would seem. A sorry day all round.
Thursday, 14 July 2011
A return trip to the Irwell saw me in the City centre a little more organised and ready to catch my biggest net of chub yet. With only one other angler in sight ( the chap below) I baited up the swim and began trying to build another huge net.
What I hadn't banked on was the shoal of Chub had moved elsewhere, and three hours into the session I only had one trout of about 1lb to show for my efforts. Just goes to show nothing is predictable in this game. However as I decided to wrap it up and packed my gear away I did have one stroke of luck. In the mud , dirty but in one piece was a £20 note. Not a fortune but it sponged up well with some soapy water and an hour or two on the radiator. More than covered the cost of the bait.
Wednesday, 6 July 2011
I returned to the Meddy today for a prolonged morning session. On arrival I knew instantly it was going to be a tough morning. The clouds were getting darker and the river was as low as I have ever seen. You could see the bottom right across the river in most places and the water was crystal clear. Every swim looked to be full of minnow.
The most interesting moment today was when there was a flurry of activity in the foliage on the far bank. Out ran a whole family of ducks frantically heading for the water followed closely by a fox. The fox stood and stared as the ducks swam for their freedom. On spotting me reach for my camera the fox retreated into the bushes, too quickly for me to get a shot.
No fishing planned this weekend, although that could change .