Maggots got the blues..

Right grey old day Saturday, well mostly anyway. Windy and cold, but dry. Which was nice. Little Un's, me and the Commander in Chief headed the charabanc Blickling way for a pre booked Lockdown 2 walk.

The Bothy.

 

The sun did make  a brief appearance. I spent a happy year working here out of the West Wing a while back.

More Lockdown 2 shenanigans with some click and collect maize meal for the maggots and some Korum running rigs then off to the Sheltered Reach to catch a few livebaits. 

The bottom end of the Sheltered Reach wasn't that sheltered so it was cold and windy. Plenty of bites on the livebait snatching gear but mostly too big really for the livebait bucket. (1st World Problems). it was was busy down that end, 12 lure chuckers all in a row. A non lure chucker asked if I wanted his left over  maggots, which of course I did but horror of horrors some were ..BLUE. Like those blue worms you some times find blue maggots are for me at least a fish repellent big time. No different  this time round either. Back on those reds and bronzes (Paler than the cancer causing ones we used to use till our hands were stained orange. How on earth was chrysodine allowed for use?) and  a few more perch sized dace were consigned to the livebait bucket. I'd left it too late truth to be told in the quickly gathering gloom and it was quickly to dark see the chubber trotting down though it did lay flat a couple of times.

A lot brighter today so  bright I headed for the Mill first, planning to wait till the sun dipped before heading to the Special Place.

It was a bit a trot, starting off with a few roach before the dace moved onto the maggot mania raining down on them. Reds or bronzes  on the size 16  Kamasan B560 naturally......

I slipped  on a pair of blue maggots just to confirm my theory and was secretly a bit miffed when the 5 AAA Advanta Avon stabbed under. That soon changed when the fish I'd hooked  made a run for the white water and charged around the pool. No acrobatics so surely a chub?  If it was it was one with spots and an extra fin. An out of season brownie in fact.

A sudden chill as the sun dipped behind the poplars so sticks were upped and I headed off to the Special Place, hoping  not to find a white haired Agrarian Boi in the Special Place perched on his blue Shakespeare seat box. He wasn't, or my new twin tipped acquaintance. Flat calm and roach already rolling. This time they were the trot and though the float was going through a bit too fast for my liking with no upstreamer to help hold it back I was getting bites and with the bright evening sky could see the float well into dusk.  A high average stamp with barely any that were swingable.

It was getting darker  now and  just as a pair of kingfishers and a bat just managed to avoid each other the float below dipped and this one did pull back and kite to both margins. One for the scales and it went a very pleasing 1lb 2oz. And no, not on blue maggots.

Bread on the tip next time, well into dark.