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 The rig |
By lunchtime I’d fished my way through the stretch and made my way to my second venue, slightly upstream of the first spot and one where I had had a couple of scraper fives last season. Once again the stretch was deserted (oh how I love the frosts and the way it keep anglers at home, it’s beyond my comprehension but it suits me just fine). Although not too much of a problem here on the Dove, the Ribble is so over-fished these days that I now only fish it in the depths of winter when most of the barbel anglers are sat at home watching the football results coming in.
I baited a dozen swims
I repeated my approach of the morning, baiting around a dozen swims as I made my way upstream, then starting at the upstream limit and working my way down. The first swim looked good but didn’t feel right when I cast out, it seemed a little too deep, a little to swirly, like a washing machine, if you know what I mean. The next swim up really looked the part though, it had when I baited it and just a few minutes later this is where I was positioned. I threw in another handful of mashed bread watching the current pull the particles downstream, there was a tinge of colour in the water (which was good) but there was also a little more water in than I’d have preferred, but this swim still looked just right; it was a long glide, maybe 40 yards long and approximately 4ft deep and moving at walking pace, there was no real cover but the banks on both sides were overgrown as this spot was little fished.
The tip twitched once before pulling confidently round and I struck into what I knew at once to be a big fish, however the truth is I thought I had hooked a winter barbel as at first it did nothing, it just sulked around in the swim for a minute or two and no amount of pressure from me seemed to want to get it moving. It was only when it kited into the near bank in an attempt to get to the undergrowth that I realised it was a chub.
 6lb 5oz, a rare beast for the Dove |
Although my gear wasn’t the strongest it was balanced so I soon had the fish wallowing in front of me, there was only one snag that I could see and that was above me so I soon had it in the net without any real problems. As it passed over the rim I thought I’d got a decent ‘five’. I got out the scales, wetted the sling and zeroed everything before lifting the fish out (until now I’d just left it folded in the landing net in the margins) and it was at this point I thought “oh shit!” It was an incredibly deep and broad fish and I knew at once it was a personal best and I actually expected it to be over six and a half. The scales said I was a little out and after re-zeroing and re-weighing I was happy with a weight of 6lb 5oz.
As some of you will be aware I have recounted this story in my Specialist column in this week’s Angling Times and I can only repeat what I wrote there, that this may not be cause for celebration on a national level but let me tell you this was, in my opinion, an enormous fish for the venue.
A very significant fish
Let me just say now that no way am I claiming to have caught the biggest chub from the venue, without doubt someone will have caught bigger, maybe a barbel angler that gave it no significance or an angler with no desire for publicity but what I can say is it was the largest that I or any of my friends had caught, or even heard of, and as such was to me at least a very significant fish. One which I rated alongside anything I have caught previously.
I slid the fish into a wet sack and placed it securely in the margins whilst I contemplated what to do next. There was no-one else fishing on that part of the river that day and in all my time fishing there I had never come across a farmer, or dog walker as I was so far off the beaten track. I would have to use the self-timer to get a decent shot. Before this though I had a couple of calls to make, first to Graham, as out of all the people I have fished with over the years no-one came close to matching my desire for chub fishing, and I knew that he too would understand the significance of the capture and relate to the way in which it was taken. I then phoned my brother and Steve, a bloke I’d spend many enjoyable years chub fishing with on the upper severn. Each in turn expressed shock, then congratulations, then thought better of it and called me a jammy ****. But out of the three it was probably Graham’s comments later that epitomes how I felt when he compared the chub to a dozen ’sevens’ off the Stour. As I said in my specialist column, I’m not sure that this is true but it certainly felt at the time like I had something special in front of me.
I set up the self-timer, took a couple of practice shots to get the framing and focus right then lifted the fish out of the sack and took four or five quick shots before putting the fish back in the sack and back in the margins. Before I released it I wanted to be sure that I hadn’t made any silly mistakes as I was still a little shell-shocked and it’s at times like this we are most likely to cock something up. I zoomed in on the fish’s scales and they looked sharp and clear so returned the fish straight after, a little confused maybe, but certainly none the worse for its experience.
I recast in the same swim but had nothing, then moved further upstream taking another fish around 4lb but the truth is my heart wasn’t really in it, I felt whatever I caught now would be an anticlimax. I packed in soon after and headed for home, the thought of a large Jameson’s now firmly in my thoughts.
I know some anglers who don’t fish for chub will be wondering what all the fuss is about, I’m also sure one or two of the southern lads on FM will be thinking the same thing, but its only when you have spent the amount of years I have chasing large chub on small local rivers that you can appreciate what a fish like this means to us.
As I said earlier I have been privileged over the years to have witnessed some huge fish, but I think it says everything that’s good about angling that a 44 year old thick skinned, northern bloke like me can still get so excited about a fish as ’small’ as this. Long may it continue.
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