Artful Angler

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The inside line on fishing

River Cam, Cambridge

Thursday 16th September 2010

Whilst digging potatoes in my Grandad's garden I was able to procure a dozen or so lively lobworms and decided to have a few hours into the evening down on the Cam. Settling into one of the swims I made on my previous trip without disturbance I soon spotted many roach in front of me before a group of seven chub appeared, melting away as suddenly as they had appeared. Happy with my choice of swim I began by fishing a chunk of crust popped up a foot off bottom keeping it clear of the weed and anchored by a couple of swan-shot, readily visible to any passing chub.

After an hour and several casts without success I decided to give the lobworms a go, mounting one whole worm and half a smaller one so the cut end would release plenty of fish-tempting juices. A small piece of breadflake was then pinched lightly above the hook to help ensure a soft landing, hopefully allowing the bait to settle gently on the weed. Casting down and tight to the far bank rushes the tip soon rattled before a swift strike resulted in a small greedy perch. This was repeated on a regular basis before I got a text from my dad arranging the watching of the Liverpool game later on. I'd completely forgotten it was a Holy day so decided to stay put for the remaining half hour or so rather than lose fishing time by wandering upstream.

With a steady stream of bites my worm supply was dwindling so I tried to make them last by mixing up the combination on the hook. I soon discovered that a single uncut worm pulled bites slower than one whole with a half-worm, although a cut or knicked single worm would soon lose its wriggle and much of its attraction resulting in a longer wait for bites if at all. The best option then was to not be so frugal and revert to the original plan; one big whole lob for wriggle and a cut or slashed half for flavour.

Although none of the perch were big, indeed some were shorter than the worms that caught them, it was great fun and I was reminded of how, as eager young kids, myself and Matt would raid Dobie's compost heap for warm handfuls of brandlings before heading off excitedly for a days' fishing, supremely confident in our freshly aquired bait. Remembering too, the thrill of a twitch and dip of an orange-tipped float and the bristling indignance of a small rough perch swung excitedly to hand, a time before size became an issue and every fish was special.

Rob, 20/09/2010


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