It's Snow Joke

Picture the scene; the countryside covered in fluffy, white snow, a Robin perched on a fence post and hardly a soul to be seen. I've always hankered after catching a Pike in the snow and having that photo of me holding a fine fish surrounded by the white stuff.

So with most of the country blessed with snow I chanced my arm on Saturday. With many places inaccessible, I chose my local stretch which meant a 2 minute drive to the banks of the Warwickshire Avon. My wife and mother-in-law, who happened to be visiting, thought I was barking mad and I must admit part of me agreed. However, if I wanted that photo I was not going to achieve it sitting in front of the log burner so I off I went.

Unfortunately, there was no Pike so I will have to wait a little longer for that photo. I fished two rods, one ledger and one float in several swims. Since I know the stretch pretty well, I was confident I was placing dead baits in good areas but that's the second consecutive Piking session that's resulted in nothing so perhaps I'm barking up the wrong tree. I was briefly heartened when one of the spots had some small Chub topping and I felt a Pike would be near and although it felt right the fish would not oblige.

With the temperature dropping considerably during the last hour and with it the feeling in my fingers, I decided the log burner was more attractive idea after all and called it a day.