I chose to lure fish, as I had never seen the stretch before I wanted to stay mobile.
It had been raining constantly for the last couple of hours, with no signs of stopping anytime soon so I was resigned to the fact I was in for a soaking!
The canal was gin clear and the weed was prolific, it wasnt going to be easy to fish, I put on a sub surface lure that had a good wobbling action hoping it would entice a few toothy critters. I put my lure bag under one of the graffiti daubed benches which was next to a burnt out bin, well I was in the city.
|Not what you call secluded|
A familiar face walked down the towpath, it was my mate Josh who had told me about this stretch. We chatted as I changed lures then carried on casting to the far bank. As we walked a bit further down the cut I spotted another jack in the margins, I gently lowered the rubber shad in front of the pike and made it dance about right in front of the jacks face! He didnt move, I even plonked the shad straight onto his head this only made him move a few inches, perhaps he had just eaten!
|Rain on the lense|