As I type this the last of the snow is melting tonight, the crisp white giving way to that greying, mushy hangover snow. What a few weeks it has been; forget "extreme fishing" on TV, Bridgwater recently resembled Siberia. And yet we ("we" meaning probably just a handful of fishing masochists) continue to fish. Most lately the Severn has been calling, but quite incredibly even this great river was largely frozen solid.
Regardless of the bitter cold, Norbert Darby still managed to get a bite and land a fit ten pounder. Otherwise the highlight was not the fishing by a long chalk, but celebrating Jim Smith's 40th with beer, curry and good company.
The Somerset Levels (above) have also provided passable fishing on all but the bitterest of days however with several stretches of the Tone offering at least the possibility of pike. Certainly beautiful in the snow, and trotting small deadbaits is a lovely way to fish. If nothing else though, winter fishing makes you remember the fundamentals of fishing and that on some days to catch anything at all is an achievement.
Hope all new and old blog followers had a good Christmas break and have a great 2011. Mine is looking stupidly busy, but I am already excited. Do also take a look for this weeks Angling Times where you'll find my musings on the crusty gem which is Tiverton and its beautiful canal. Proper writing and not my usual rushed blog. No 20lb pike here but a walk down the towpath of small town madness, count your fingers, lock up your daughters and avoid anything on the hot food counter of that strange little garage at the end of town...
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