I recast, again let the lead settle and waited a minute before casting out the 2nd rod, just in case of a repeat performance! All was quiet for now. I managed to cast out the chub rod, just inside the crease in slightly slacker water. No sooner was the rod in the rest the 1st rod bent over double again, no hesitation this time I struck and was playing a flood water Barbel. It felt like a bag of shopping in the heavy flow as it glided side to side in the current. Eventually netting a 5lber! With the Barbel unhooked and recovering in the net, I noticed the feeder rod tip trembling, then bouncing down, then motionless. The Barbel was just leaving the net as the feeder rod again thumped down and I struck which met with a residence for a few seconds, I reeled in to find a large scale, probably a Chubs on the hook! What a mad 5 minutes!
Sport was seemingly more hectic than I had imagined, so I thought it would be best to fish with 1 rod at a time, alternating between the 2 during the course of the session. I stuck with the Barbel rod first and was quickly rewarded with another, this time around 6lb.
|Flood Water Barbel|
The feeder rod was clearly going to out fish the other today, as it quickly accounted for a Barbel, biggest of the day at almost 7lb, the hotspot was going to be just inside the crease of the bend, which is normally the case.
|Golden Flanks in the Autumn Sun|
The sun was now strong and felt pleasant on my face as I waited for the next bite I picked up another Barbel on the outer rod, then for the remainder of the day I fished the feeder rod. I fished an hour in darkness, having no bites in that last hour, however the last hour of daylight was very productive. Throughout the session I had landed 7 Barbel between 5 and almost 7b, a bonus Chub and lost another 3 Barbel.
|Into another Flood Water Barbel|
|The moment you know, its just not gonna happen!|