Paul was fishing upstream and to meet him I had to pass a swim that was one of my old favourites. It was the site of my last Teme barbel, which I reckon was getting on for 4-5 years ago. On that day, I had lowered a pellet hook bait with a small PVA bag the other side of a near bank snag. Nothing had happened for ages when out of the blue my rod was almost ripped from my grasp. A small barbel was the reward. Since then, a handful of visits resulted in chub or blanks.
|A deeper glide|
The temptation of the swim was too great to just simply walk past. Even if it was fishless, I had to cast a line for old time's sake. I lowered myself into position and threw a couple of handfuls of hemp and corn to drift towards the obvious feature. A few minutes later, several fish were feeding in earnest. The flash of flanks and the clouds of silt filled me with confidence. I could make out several chub and I am sure a barbel or two were amongst the feeding fish. Placing a hookbait into the swim would involve a cast and I knew that the fish would be easily spooked. In an ideal world I would have liked to have lowered a bait in quietly but I could not do this without giving away my presence. The rig was cast in as carefully as was possible but with that act the fish vanished. I persevered in the hope they might return but that opportunity had been blown.
|Not the best photo, but a Teme barbel all the same.|