Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Perca - Sergeants pull rank




This fishing trip was from the 7th of March and I have saved posting it till now, as I wanted to take time to savour it and having allowed it time to sink in, relive it by sharing it with you all.


The close season was just over a week away and my mind was racing with thoughts of what to angle for in these last few days, one thing I really lusted for was a large perch and it was this and my love for chub that my mind was torn between, the outcome was eventually a split decision, so the choice was made, why not fish for both? Early next morning lobworms and maggots were packed along with a healthy helping of liquidized bread mixed with maggots, seed and a small amount of shrimp and krill meal, something to entice both species.

Arriving at the river the sunrise was simply stunning, yet like so many times this season the weather flattered only to deceive and that warm glow was soon shrouded in cloud and intermittent rain, after a quick look about I decided to put my all my eggs in one basket as far as swim choice went, opting for a swim that had been kind in the past. A light amount of maggots were trickled in upstream, along with a few chopped worms, feeder filled with a small amount of the liquidized bread mixture and the rod was soon being lowered into place.

Within five minutes a pluck was soon followed by a very greedy and solid tug, I struck, the fish immediately diving for the snags to my left, surging downward repeatedly, as I allowed the feeder rod to soak up its lunges the first thought that popped into my head was chub, after a very vigorous and as is usual in this spot rather hair raising battle, I slipped the net under a very solid fish.


As I peeked into the net, I could see the lobworm hanging from the mouth of a rather long and solidly built chub, which tipped the scales to 6lb. Well what a lovely start! I was rather happy to say the least and I decided to not rush proceedings, allowing the swim a good thirty minutes to rest and trickled some more bait upstream, the liquidized bread creating that trademark puffy trail of white particles, as it along with contents made their way downstream, slowly breaking down in the process.

A sip of tea and some reflection about that nice chevin, the rod was eventually back out, by now the rain was pattering down with more intensity, I have to admit the water colour looked good, with an almost green tinge to it and the current was not reacting too quickly to the extra rain.

About an hour later the confidence of youth shone through when I received a rather boisterous bite. Tap jerk, jerk, the rod tip surged round and I was soon playing a very lively chub, this chap was smaller and a very clean looking, young fish of 2lb 2oz's, fin perfect.


The friendly robin had once again kept me company most of the day, landing on my rod on numerous occasions,before venturing down for a maggot or ten, the romantic in me always looks at such things as a good fishing omen.


This trip in many ways cemented that feeling, when a couple of hours later I received a very tentative and delicate pluck, one which barely registered on the quiver tip, followed by a few more heavier tremors, the start of this bite was neither bold nor brash, my hands were poised on the butt of the rod, like some kind of wild west gunslinger, my eyes however were certainly more bulging than those narrow poised stares you see in the spaghetti westerns and my hands were telling me to draw, I waited, the quiver tip eventually pulling round, with a light strike I lifted in and the reaction from my unseen adversary was to plunge and make for sanctuary, thud thud, I was not in mind to give any line if I could help it and this is one spot where doing such thing can prove disastrous, holding the rod out as far as possible, I tried to give the fish freedom of the rods action only, it was during this and as I slowly gained control that the fish broke the surface to my left, on seeing her raised dorsal and tiger stripes my mouth went instantly dry and all of time seemed to then pass in super slow motion.

Never have I felt time move so slowly when trying to slip a landing net under a fish and when I finally did I was in a right state, a complete and utter nervous wreck. On looking into the net the first words that tumbled out of my mouth were "no way,surely not", followed by another look and me saying  "oh my days, you have got to be kidding me".

As I sat down to take it all in, the adrenaline overflowed and I just sat there with my head in my hands crying, I was well and truly overwhelmed with emotion.


But by golly at 4lb 2oz's what a beauty she was, full of spawn and replete with the most striking colourings and markings.

 
They really are without doubt the biggest fish of all, as I write this I am reliving the moment when she broke the watery surface, dorsal up and angry before powering back underwater, this is without doubt a trip that I will never forget and a perch that for me was all but a dream before setting off down the river that morning.

18 comments:

  1. Wow! What a brace! A 6lb chub and a 4lb perch in one day is more than anybody could dream of and your account is wonderfully written Mark. Brilliant :o)

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  2. Cheers Dave, it was a superb trip and I can't get her tiger stripes out of my mind either.

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  3. Two cracking fish there Mark, the Perch especially what a beautiful specimen, I'm pretty envious if I may say so. A great season for us both, long may it continue on to the next, tight lines!

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    1. Thanks James, seeing her dorsal and stripes breaking the surface, something I will never ever forget. It surely has been a good season for us both and despite mother nature being none too friendly, you have had some utterly superb captures, I can say hand on heart I have really enjoyed following your adventures this season.

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  4. Holy Mackerel!

    What a fantastic story Mark!

    Hearty congratulations.

    Moments like this are born of blanks, tangles, frustrations, crayfish, damp, missed bites, hook-pulls etc etc etc.

    They feed the spirit and fuel the expectation of the new season.

    You thoroughly deserve it!

    All the best
    Russ

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    1. Thanks Russ, in so many ways that is very true and it also felt as if I had crafted a dream to become reality, still so very spellbound by her. Thanks again.

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  5. Well done mark, your one of the privileged few to see let alone catch a river four. Doubt the memory will fade for a while eh ! Great looking fish.

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    1. Cheers Lee,

      You're absolutely right and consider myself very lucky to have landed her, I will never forget it,nor will I forget when I first saw her break the surface near the snags, my heart virtually leapt from my chest and popped into my mouth staying there from then on till I slipped her back.

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  6. Mark,

    Pleased for you mate and pleased to see you getting to meet a few people.See you next season ;-0

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    1. Thank you Jason, in many ways those perch you showed me via email really whetted my appetite. I look forward to meeting you next season.

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  7. Amazing Mark, no one deserves a 4 more than you, congratulations, well done mate.

    Darren

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    1. Thanks Darren, now I know why they are the biggest fish of all.

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  8. Wow, what an incredible perch. Well-in Mark.

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    1. Thanks Ben, she was a real diamond.

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  9. By far the best session to end the season that I've heard about to my knowledge. And it is thoroughly deserved for your persistence and bloody mindedness in getting out there in all weathers. I for one, am very pleased for you and just a tad envious too mind!
    Well done my friend, bravo!

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    1. Thank you Richard,
      It certainly felt odd giving how the weather has been and even more odd when I looked into the net and saw her solidly built frame, I was overjoyed to have the two chub, let alone having this beautiful girl turn up, as she sat in the net and I admired her colours I was gobsmacked and very speechless, one of those moments where no words are needed at all.

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  10. Already said many times, but well deserved pal, cracking brace!

    NorthwestFisherman

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    1. Cheers mate,

      I have been out and about watching and enjoying seeing some nice fish recently and can safely say that I am deeply yearning for the start of the river season.

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