Last week the it snowed as predicated. The weather men had predicted heavy snowfall along with strong winds as a bad weather system was meant to be hitting the country. People started the usual panic buying of food in case we were going to get snowed in for countless days, and what did we get... Barely half inch...
And guess what, this small amount of snowfall brought chaos to the country as it usually does. How come Canada can be under feet of snow and no one bats an eyelid and keep going about their business, but we get half a fookin inch and all hell breaks loose. This country is a joke sometimes.
Now on that note i couldn,t work the first day of the snow as the boss pulled the plug on the building job we were doing. But this time i wasn,t complaining as i had deadbaits in the freezer and my pike rods were already set up and ready to go from a session a couple of days. So as the sun was rising i was crunching through the now thinning but frozen solid snow on my way to the same local water for a couple of hours fishing before breakfast. I headed for my favourite area of the lake which is a large bay kind of area which i hoped be free from ice, which luckily it was as there was a strong bitterly cold wind blowing across it. The usual static float fished deadbait and drifted deadbait were cast out towards the far reeds in hope of a fish or two but to be quite honest it was turning into such a beautiful morning that i was just happy to be there. Oh and the fact that it was a work day made it all the better.
After about 10 minutes the static float started to twitch then sailed away to the right. A quick strike and i was into a fish which was pulling back pretty strong. It wasn,t long before a nice low double figure pike was thumping away below my rod tip but as i slipped the net into the water it shook its head and made a final lunge and spat the hooks back at me. Bummer.....
An hour or so past after that fish with not a twitch on the floats even though i worked my swim pretty well searching for more pike. I,d been feeding a little Robin with biscuit crumbs for a while and now i was soon going to need feeding as well. I decided to up sticks for a final half hour and fish in the corner of the bay as it looked pretty good an area for a predator to hole up in wait for its prey. In went my static dead and my drifter went in the next swim as it was clearer water. As i was watching the static bait the float seemed to give a little twitch which didn,t quite look right so i gently tightened down and felt another little knock knock. I struck and nearly got slapped in the chops by the bait as it was only a few feet out and i,d hit it a bit hard, note to self calm the fook down. Anyway there was teeth marks in the bait but seeing as i hadn,t felt resistance on the strike i plopped the bait straight back in the same place in hope of a second attempt. A couple of minutes later the float was dancing again and this time i lifted into it, all calm like, and felt a nice thump on the end before the bait was spat out in disgust.
Well that was it for me as my belly was well and truly grumbling by then, so i packed up and walked back to the car before driving to the local cafe for a nice big warming fry up. By the way the wind had picked up steadily and was bloody freezing by the time i left but it was still worth standing out in for this little impromptu session.
TIGHT LINES.............
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