Angling press reports suggested that a few decent barbel were coming out of the River Trent, so after finishing work I drove the 40 minutes or so to a stretch on the ‘Middle River’ I would be joined later by a mate so I tried to fish an area where we could fish next to each other. This meant I settled into a couple of pegs that I’d not fished before, but they seemed like they’d seen little angling pressure.
I fished my usual tactics, trying not to catch loads of fish, but just the odd big one. Very little feed and big hook baits were the orders of the day. I lost a barbel straight after starting, to a hook pull, probably because I was using barbless hooks. I don’t normally use them, but I was expecting a few bream to show up in the night. Unhooking them would be far simpler using the barbless patterns I thought, but I do seem to lose the odd barbel on them.
Not very long after this, the tip started banging and bucking, but the lack of line peeling from the bait runner gave me a clue to the culprit, a decent chub around 4lbs or so in weight. That meant I’d avoided the dreaded blank. Twenty minutes or so later a ‘3 foot twitch’ left me in no doubt what my second fish of the night was. A barbel took a few yards of line, before plodding around sulking in the flow. That usually means a larger than average barbel has taken the bait. I quickly bullied it under the rod tip where it came into the beam of my head torch. At this point, my mate Matt and I, tried our best to knock it off the hook with the landing net! It was tricky landing it in the shallow, rock strewn water, but despite our attempts, we soon had the barbel resting in the net.
I had no Idea of the size until I tried to lift it on the mat. I could tell then it would go well over double figures. When it was laid on the mat l could see an immaculate bronze summer barbel. Almost scale and fin perfect, it seemed criminal to bundle her into a weigh sling. I did just that though and the scales read 12lbs 12oz, a lovely start to my Trent barbel campaign and a fish that will certainly be over 13lbs in the Autumn.
After the barbel the only action was from bream. They were lovely chunky bream of over 5lbs in weight. You could hardly call them a ‘nuisance’, but all too soon the sky started filling with light as a hot day was about to begin.
After a quick trip home to swap my tackle, I walked my local river before the sun became too hot. Under some bushes I could spot the odd big roach and I just had to try for them.
Steady feeding of casters soon had a shoal of roach darting about for freebies and a few of them looked 2lbs or more. Unfortunately I caught their smaller shoal mates of around 12oz – 1lb, but they were stunning chunky roach which looked like they had been freshly minted from silver and ruby’s.
I kept persevering though, and just as the sun was becoming too warm, I hooked into a very large roach. It instantly dived for the weed, but steady pressure did it’s job and turned her. It looked like I was winning the battle when a stray piece of floating weed wrapped around the line. This gave the roach the opportunity it needed and as it boiled on the surface the hook pinged free. All I could do was watch a big old roach sulk into the weed beds, not to be seen again.
There went the golden end to my day, but being so close to home I was soon back for tea and medals. Bloody roach fishing!