One of the greatest things of all about fishing is the friendships you make and the unscripted adventures that begin with pints of beer and shared enthusiasm. Having been made very welcome on the Severn in the past by Worcester anglers Jim Smith and Dicky Fisk, it was time to return the favour with a weekend of Westcountry pike fishing. The duo had certainly earned it after giving a cracking talk on Zander to the PAC boys rather deftly titled "Enigmatic Bastards".
I was especially keen to show the lads the Somerset Levels- if only for a view of the massive, beautiful open spaces and criss crossing, pike infested looking drains. Sadly much of the water was iced and the fishing was tough. We managed to winkle out a couple of jacks on slowly fished soft lures, but it was Dick Fisk who found the best method on the day, drifting roach deadbaits to land three nice pike including this fierce, finely marked double:
Truth be told though, this bitterly cold winter is beginning to grate a little. Exeter Canal has been typically tough, with yet another blank to add to the list. In fact, the main entertainment has come from the graffiti on view- or from the antics of that most splendidly enigmatic of all bastards, Mr Norbert Darby, skating his usual and perpetually thin line between genius and certified insanity. Who else, I ask you, could arrive on the bank with no lead weights but a couple of handy door stops in his tackle bag? Anyone who knows what use they might be, please do let me know:
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