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River Welland (28)

An unusual blank.

Arrival time: 09.00
Weather: Very warm and humid.
Swim: Roving.
Tackle: 12ft Korum multi-feeder, Shimano bait caster, 6lb line, 6 hook tied direct. Three SG shots on a short link.
Baits: Luncheon meat
Fish: None

I made the mistake of visiting this stretch on the first day of the season back in 2015, there being rather too much angling activity on that occasion. This time I left it a few days, but I still wasn't the only one there. In fact, there was another chap who had obviously arrived long before me, and was roving the stretch, clearly after chub. Not good news, as having the first cast into a chub lie is preferable, after which subsequent attempts become more challenging.

My first stop was at what I call the beach, where the dogs are taken for their daily rampage. One had clearly recently left as the water was cloudy from the sandy bottom. There were, however, three chub in plain site. At this point I should have moved upstream and cast down to them, but foolishly I set up on the beach, expecting them to drop back downstream, based on previous experience of where the chub lay up in this location. But I got it wrong, no bites were forthcoming from my downstream casts. The chub had faded away.

I moved upstream and bit, looking down onto a shallow gravel run just above the beach. I spotted three smallish chub and cast upstream of them. One took immediately, so quickly in fact that it surprised me and I failed to connect. They then vanished, much like the previous fish. A bit later I spotted what seemed like a single fish just upstream of me. I cast above it and the bait was soon taken, but the line fouled my rod rest, the loop created then catching around the reel. Of course, with a barbless hook, the fish was soon gone.

River Welland - 19 June 2018 - Overgrown bankside

An overgrown pitch

I decided that it was perhaps time to try a different spot. It was as I walked upstream that I met the other 'chubber'. Then there was a couple of chaps in another swim. Now it's been a very good 'growing' year, and this was evident from the density of the bank-side vegetation. In fact there were probably only around six fishable swims. I had tried two, two were occupied, leaving me a walk up to the bridge where there's a large pool, passing another favourite 'pool' on the way. Well, the first pool had acquired such a depth of reeds that there was no way a fish could have been extracted if hooked.

At the bridge, the usually quite fast flow was reduced to a very slow glide, and the weed growth seemed greater than I had experienced in the past. I spent a while casting into the edge of current, a tactic that has worked in the past, but not on this occasion.

Somewhat despondently I walked back to the beach, only to find the other 'chubber' installed just downstream. So I reverted to the spot just upstream where I had pitched earlier. A couple of times I spotted fish swimming through, but I couldn't tempt them. It was now 12.30 and I had reluctantly formed the view that I was probably flogging a dead horse. Too many other anglers and the river conditions weren't great. So I called it a day. This was only the second time that I had failed to catch on this stretch, the other being when the river was in flood. Perhaps I've lost the touch!