11 am we finally get to our swim. One of the disabled ones in Devizes. The person I took was disabled so I figured we could get away with it.
Bloke on a peg 2 down from us informed us that it was dead and that we shouldn't bother. I informed him we would take our chances and set up anyway.
Now I must state at this point that I was very eager to get a line wet, and I was setting up 5 hours after I hoped to start fishing.
So we get to our swim, I get her chair out, and set up her rod. Unfortunately this person isn't very good at paying attention, and it was really frustrating me. I set her up, showed her how to cast. She asked me to cast out for her which I did, I gave her the rod, knelt down to sort mine, and noticed her float was bobbing.
I told her to strike, and she replied with 'eh?'
I grabbed the rod, struck, and landed a small rudd of about 6 inches long. We put it in the net, I refreshed her bait, got her rod out, gave it to her and looked at her float as it went down again.
'Strike, strike the bloody rod damn you!'
'Where's the float?'
I grabbed the rod and landed another tiddler. Informed her while I was refreshing the bait that she should pay attention to her float.
'But I was watching you set up?'
'Don't watch me, watch the bleeding float!'
She cast out this time, as there was no one around to watch her (She is disabled after suffering a stroke. She has limited use of her left arm and leg). She cast out.
'Now what do I do?'
'Wind it in until the line is tight'
'ok'
I finally got my float on and tied on my hooklength and I heard a 'Erm. . . '
'Whats up?'
'Well I don't know. The float has disappeared, and the line has knots in.'
I turned to the canal, no float. I turn to the reel and a ball of line surrounded the bail arm. Turns out she was back winding. So I spend 20 minutes untangling the line, and winding it back to the spool. Finally the float re-surfaces and on the end is a tiny fish. Sadly it had been on the line so long that the hook was beyond disgorging. And it was already dead. I did not tell her this as I could see that she was getting upset that I was spending my time sorting her out, and had not yet got my own line wet after an hour of being at the bank side.
I have to get you a new hook link.
'No, set yours up first'
So I did.
At last, 90 minutes after arriving, both rods ready to go and we cast in together. Almost immediately, both floats drop. I hook mine, but she misses hers.
Another tiddler for the net.
for the next 90 minutes we were taking it in turns casting and pulling fish out. The hook was never in the water longer than 30 seconds before getting bites.
She decides she wants to have a break, so she sits back so I get the swim to myself. At the same time, I am fed up with the tiddlers. I had started baiting beside weeds with sweetcorn ready to switch to sweetcorn bait. (I had been using red maggots up until this point) I told my friend to watch this cast because I have a good feeling about it. I pulled the shot down towards the hook for a faster sink through the skimmers, put on a single piece of sweetcorn, and cast out. the float settled, then it did the bob as the bulk shot took the slack. there was a 10 second wait of nothing, then the float lifted slightly then started moving. then it purposely dropped down.
'Oh you caught something' came out of her mouth as I struck.
'This is a good fish' I say.
The clutch on the reel starts ticking for the first time.
'What is that noise?'
'It's the clutch'
'Why is it doing that?'
'Because this is a large fish, and I am only on a 2lb hooklength'
'oh'
It tried pulling into the reeds on my right, then shot out across the canal to the other side.I saw a flash of colour, but could not make out what it was.
after a few minutes, I found out something else I needed. A longer landing net. Mine is only 4 foot long, and the disabled stage is 2 foot above the water.
As I bring it to the net, behind me I hear 'Fucking hell, that's a big fish'
I chortled inside as I realise she has only just noticed.
We land it, and I get it out for inspection, and my mind went blank on what I had caught. For some reason, the head and broadness, made me think Tench. But the body said bream. I called it a bream in the end, due to the slime. But even now, I am still not 100% sure.
Here is that fish.
It weighed 2lb 7oz.
That was to be the last fish of the session.
There was a few things I realised I still needed.
1. Scissors.
2. Longer landing net.
3. Replace the line on the Dunlop reel (twice got tangled through backwinding, and I noticed it wasn't tight to the spool anyway.)
4. Get a bigger chair.
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