Inadvertent waggler

No into dark sessions this week so the Dream Liner sized chub will have to wait. Monday very blustery so set about the Mill Pool with a fixed spool. Found some farm labourers hand size wiry dace and an acrobatic spotty but the wind was still a nightmare with the shorter 13 footer and the useless 3lb bs Drennan Floatfish and as the school busses began to arrive I moved down two meadows to the respite of the high bricked banking of the Noddy Bridge. Poplar leaves visible on the river bed, no daytime chub to be had here. Back on the 15 footer and pin,  it's usually the nursery pairs of eyes or the afore mentioned big hand sized wiry jobbies here but today I found some namby office worker hand sized and less wiry inbetweener dace  instead, despite having missed a rod ring above an already broken ring (I can't abide not having rods broken down and banded ready to go and I am clumsy. Very clumsy). The timid pair of skittery jittery little grebes I'd watched on Sunday had moved  up, drab little things in contrast to the darting brilliant azure and rich ochre kingfishers.

I'd intended to try the upper Yare today to try and tempt a few more modest chub out of their undercut sweet rush sanctuaries with a constant stream of mash but on the spur of the moment diverted to a stretch of the Bure I've been thinking about for a while with untapped (by me) roach and perch potential. I rounded the first fishable  bend behind the church vaguely hinted at by Bailey in an article (a bit like the rod rest lost by Miller on a bend  and rediscovered 30 years later on at least three different bends)  and saw several fish topping. Decision made. The neatly stacked logs from a  substantial fallen tree,  and as is often the case with tree pools a reasonable depth.

Roach from the off, pretty fish 

and dace too, one with the scale stripped flanks only a perch can produce. My hunch was right.  Several fish in, the battered chubber crafted by the Loafer lay flat. The top rubber had split, producing an inadvertent waggler. Note the respliced middle section and immaculate and complete ringing, courtesy of the excellent rod builder at Gorleston Tackle Centre, where my knackered other Greys 15 footer from yesterday is going tomorrow. 

A few from 45 minutes, with as many again missing the landing net.

Moved down a bit for the last half hour, fewer fish but this lovely perch  might have been putting them off. Some nice looking bends and a very perchy lock pool, camp sheathings and all to explore further next time. Happy days.