News via the all important interweb thingy, Golden Pond was off the off list so plans hatched for an early doors work finish for a pre-prandial bait dipping off my Island Paradise, with some urgency as news flash in. Next Nearly gate firmly bolted as the prima donna pigs had got just got jiggy, and with the noticeable rise in temperature it was highly likely they would be at it again on the Pond so jankers imminent.
One car in the car park and an erstwhile fellow member ensconced on my Island Paradise with a cauldron of fishy activity to both areas of cover. He said he was going soon but nothing worse than someone waiting behind you for a double dip of sloppy seconds to put you off your stroke. He did file a silkweed free report though. One firmly stored away in the bank.
So rickety staging it was then. Took a little while for the pellets to work, and a confident sail away of the Puddle Chucker missed. And yes that foul green curse all over the exposed hook. Bastard stuff. And it started to rain. Fine rain, but rain.
Second one stuck though and a tench shrouded in a hood of the hideous green snot only woke up once the curse fell off at the net and it dived into the left hand pads but I extracted it with no dramas and hoisted it up onto the mat. Long as usual and just a tad of plumpness. Hint of buttercup belly.
Whilst this was going on the right hand bait had been picked up a but again, snotsville round the hook. Back out with both rods and a missed bite on the left hander. Back on the spot and the float bobbed and this time no mistake. With no encumbrance the tench gave me a decent scrap and seemingly got the grump on. What sour chops she had.
And again the right hander had been picked up and the hook eventually jettisoned. I 'd fished both baits quite close to keep both floats in an easy eye line, I think that the tench on here tend to arrive and leave in packs as multiple catches in a short space of time with the bream seemingly shoved off the grub is quite common. Fine rain turned to wet rain and curfew approached so off I went. A well spent hour.
We don't have that fish here, but looking at it it appears to be quite muscular. I figure it to be a super strong fighting fish. And how are the eating qualities of this fish?
ReplyDeleteThey really do fight hard Brk Trt. The males have huge pelvic fins, only grow to half the size of the females but fight even harder. they have tiny scales and are like bars of soap to hold. Most of what we call coarse fish are usually muddy and bony, perch zander (walleye) and of course trout and char are more realistic when thinking of fishing for your super. I'd say carp too because of course they are bred to eat across the world but they are like sacred cows here but settlers here like them for feasts and high days as they remember their homelands.
DeleteSome nice tench. They've all but disappeared from my local waters. The club have put about 80 little 'uns in so it may be worth fishing for them in a few years.
ReplyDeleteBet lots of waters have tiny tench hidden in the marginal weed. Predators don't see the doctor fish tag.. I'd say they are the fish I like catching the most. Let's hope you get amongst them when they venture out.
DeleteNo doubt about it. I've hauled little 3-6" tench up tangled in silk weed when dragging swims.
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