Image: A little fellow caught on a Jig Head.
God it is cold. I am
bandaged into my clothes with various bits of fishing tackle slipped in between
the layers of cloth and still the bits that remain exposed ache in the cutting
wind. I have taken one small pike at the
other end of the lake with a resin jig head but the centre section of water has
been covered by the lines of a small group of carp anglers. A couple of weeks ago I woke one of their brethren
who had been camped out overnight by snagging one of his lines and setting off
his bait alarm. His face said it all, woken from dreams of sumo sized carp only
to find a sumo sized pike angler looking a little more than embarrassed.
I have learnt my lesson and I am fishing out of harm’s way in
amongst the snags at the shallow end of the lake. So far it has been one fish
and two lost resin jig heads. I clip on
the long cast balsa minnow and watch it sail through the cross wind; it runs a
little shallow for cold winter days and I still nervous of losing it having neglected
making a few spares.
There is a call from across the lake and I briefly wonder
whether I have hitched up another line. One of the carp lads is asking if I have
a spare fishing lure. I tell him to come over and start routing through my bag
and its collection of old prototypes and reject lures. I pull out an early version
of the pine wobbler that has a slightly shorter lip. Its centre hook is missing;
probably taken to use on another lure. I replace the hook and tell him I’ll just
test it as I can’t remember if it’s any good despite the fact it still has some
pike teeth ebbed in it. It swims with a wide wobble but it I am still not sure
about it, so I give him a later version which has also seen a few battles and
he thanks me and wanders back. He has fished here long enough to know I make
the lures myself.
I keep the pine lure on the line and give it a few casts but
it is difficult to handle after the precision of the weight shifting balsa
lure. A badly aimed shot lands it
amongst the reed stems at the water’s edge but it swims free and a pike grabs
it within an arm’s length. It is only small thing but the fight draws the carp
angler back over. I unhook the pike in my hands and with a bit of fumble it leaps
back into the water.
I unclip the lure and hand it over to the carp angler before
packing up. It might not be the prettiest thing I have ever made but then there
are lots of shiny new lures hanging in shops and none of them have ever caught a
fish. The tally stands after two hours at two pike, two jig heads lost and two
minnows with a new home which all leaves me a little more space in the tackle
bag.
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