Being well into my third age I decided to give winter fishing a miss this year. Either it is going to rain, is raining or has just stopped raining, in which case the banks are treacherous and the river is in flood. Or, if it is not raining, it is freeing and the water is frozen over and where it isn’t the banks are treacherous. I had a bit of a fright a while back where I was sitting on a low stool that I have had since I was a kid. I was sitting on a nice platform on the river bank and when I came to stand up, I couldn’t, my poor old knees had stopped working, I was stuck! I could have rolled forward and then stood up from the ground but there was not enough space. I would have fallen into the water! I struggled for a bit and eventually managed to get out of my predicament but it made me realise that I was getting old and needed to take care on the bank.
Anyway, I wanted to get back to my small river before the season ended. The land near the river was usually completely overgrown but it had been cut down recently and I wanted to see if there were any new swims that I could now access. The weather was warmish and sunny and it hadn’t rained for a while so the river should be fishable. In fact, when I arrived, it was quite low and I had to walk along and find a deeper pool to fish. Although the banks were clear the river itself is wild and overgrown so care has to be taken not to snag and I had several instances where I got caught up but luckily I didn’t lose any tackle. I found my first swim where the bottom dropped away and threw a few maggots in. I was using a ten foot float rod and was soon trotting a float downstream, second cast and I was into a roach of a few ounces. A few more maggots trickled in and another bite, I was more or less having a bite per cast with the odd dace or rudd thrown in for good measure.

I was enjoying myself but after a while I decided to move up the river to explore a bit. The first fifty yards were very shallow and I could see the bottom and a few fish darting away as I approached but soon came to another swim. A few maggots were thrown in and I was into fish again. The same pattern was repeated of a fish almost every cast and I was feeling pleased with myself, I had mastered this fishing lark, it was easy! Again, I moved on after a while and found another swim. This one looked deeper and very fishy and I was soon casting my line out and retrieving it from the undergrowth. The wind was blowing across the swim and taking the line into the bushes. I was lucky in managing to retrieve it every time, only one thing was wrong, I wasn’t catching any fish! My balloon was burst, within thirty yards or so I had gone from hero to zero! I decided to give it a bit longer but all I got was a tangle so complicated that I decided to sort it out at home as it was nearly lunchtime.
That was the end of my river fishing for the year, a good session which was spoilt a bit by failing to catch at the end. Still, I had fished two swims successfully and found fish. Not very big ones but I will try for them later in the season, a quivertip rod with an old fashioned ledger weight to get the bait right on the bottom might pick me up something bigger, perhaps a chub or two. For the next few weeks it will be back to the club lakes until the river season opens again in June. I hope that the vegetation hasn’t grown too much by then and I can still get to the river!

The first swim, not easy to fish but they were there!
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