About an hour after starting I had a look for him on the bank to see how things were going. He had nothing and it wasn’t that much better from me at that point. There was a sunken tree about 50 yards from the point he was on. Now this can be ok for some decent Perch, it can also hold a Pike or two. As I peddled out with his half mackerel he asked if I would Ghillie for him for the rest of the day, I suggested he couldn’t afford the tip as I dropped the bait about 10ft from the tree. I couldn’t have been more than 50 ft. away when he said he had a take. I thought he was joking. As I turned the yak around he struck the fish, a few seconds later it was airborne lunging around the loch. Not a big fish maybe about 6 pounds, he was delighted, so was I. I dropped his next bait off and made my way off to pastures new.
My heart really wasn’t in it after my 12 hour session the
day before but I picked away at a few Perch here and there just enjoying being
afloat.
I was tapping my drop shot rig around a proper nasty snag when the lure
was bumped, for about three seconds I felt nice weight and I was thinking about
a big Perch. The fish then realised it was hooked, it can only be one thing
Esox Lucius.
And a battle scarred gnarled faced mother at that. How many
times has this one been caught in its life? I'm not 100% sure but I think I might even know someone who has caught it having saw a picture of a fish with a top jaw like this.
So all in, a cracking two days fishing really, just what I
needed. I'll be keeping a close eye on the forecast for another shot at Tope and from there looking at the end of July/August for my kayak Blue Shark trip, still no takers, might be solo again...
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