First swim of the day was Tumbling bay at about 13:00. Flow was not strong at all and I used a cut down mini cage feeder withonly about 3-4g of weight on it full of the usual liquidised bread with flake on the hook.
It was a bit slow with no bites for about 20mins and then a nice big bite which I connected with. It felt like a chub but not particularly big. I gently pumped it up to the surface but it was acting very strangely and was darting about all over the place in an agitated manner. As I got it under my feet and put the net in for it I could see why. A large pike was after it. The chub was somewhere between 2.5 and 3lb and the pike was between 15-20lb and I could clearly see it in the clear water following about a foot behind and below. It was incredibly exciting and as I lowered the net the pike struck, nailing the chub within inches of the net. For some reason it let go and I was able to scoop the stunned chub into the net and rescue it from certain death. Never had a chub been so grateful to be hoisted out of its element onto dry land. It had scales missing and a slight wound in the side but seemed to be OK as I released it 50 yards upstream.
On the walk down to the town I came across another large pike. Or rather the remains of a large pike. On the bank was just the head of a fish of similar size to the other pike. The rest of the creature was missing but some looked to have been chewed off. Otters? Russians? Poles?
After that close shave I decided to fuck off home and that was the end of the 2010-11 river fishing season.
Next post will be a look back at the triumphs of the season just gone.