An evening mission to a pleasant part of the don some may recognise.
Not much surface action to be seen but a real serene setting.
I managed a couple of smolts (strange at this time of year?) & bonnie little brownies on a greenwells wet while awaiting the last hour of light.
Realising the southerly wind, low gin clear water and lack of stealth was against me, I decided to fish on into the dark, saving my last light efforts to change leader & put on a wooley bugger which I planned to strip through a deep dark pot.
I’ve tried this pot a few times since getting one big hit there and knowing that it must hold a monster but was tonight the night?
An over hanging tree marks the start and a few upstream casts were made to allow enough line sinking time just under the branches and to commence covering the head of the pot.
Not a thing, so I began gently wading down a shingle bar to just past the tree to continue casting and covering.
Allowing a little more sinking time to reach the depths I then stripped a few feet of line back then felt the rod buckle over and the full thumpy weight of said monster.
Booom! It must be all of 10lb’s, the brownie of my dreams.
The 100,000 casts I’ve made in the hope of connecting with such a magnificent creature and finally I’ve got him on.
Could I be the best angler on the don
Hold on a second, he’s not fighting, no tell tale big brownie head thumps, no reel screaming runs, no airborne leaps?
Then the bitter realisation that it wasn’t him at all and I gently reeled in a 10lb clump of loose ranunculus.
Achweel, good practice for when it happens