A MIXED BAG ON THE CUT (Canal chub) – Blog entry 601

Click video to play. Includes: the challenge of winter angling / chub, perch, roach, bream / robin eating maggots, birdlife / snow fishing.

I went through a few years doing hardly any chub fishing at all, well I’m certainly making up for it now. And with the local canal system having a good head of fish in it, you can’t blame me for exploiting its riches,can you. I can remember the days when I would do a 100 mile plus round trip to the Upper Severn and come back happy if I caught a 4lb fish. Now I regularly bank fish considerably bigger than that and I’m on the bank within minutes of leaving home.

Returning a small chub
Returning a small chub

The opening session of the week saw me kick off with a good chub. It didn’t feel that big and it was only when it entered the upper layer of the water that I saw how decent it actually was. I often think, when I get a nice fish right at the start, whether it will be all downhill from now or is this just the beginning of something great. The thing is, and this is one of the aspects of angling I love, you simply don’t know. But at least I’ve had something good on the bank and regardless of where the rest of the blog entry goes, that’s what counts. As it happened, on this occasion, I added bream, perch and roach.

The best fish of the week
The best fish of the week

Out for a second visit, I again had one chub, albeit much smaller this time. I also added a number of small perch as well, which wasn’t a surprise as I was fishing with worm. Although I like to target specific species, when fishing with baits such as worm or maggot, invariably anything can turn up. One thing I am going to do though, once the water temperature and general conditions improve, is to return to this spot (it’s become a regular of mine recently) and give the perch a good go. I think there could well be a surprise or two in the area. But if not, at least I’ll have fun trying,

A snowy photograph of sorts
A snowy photograph of sorts

My final outing saw me having to clear snow from the car before I could head off. I love fishing in the white stuff, but unfortunately by the time I arrived at the canal there was hardly any on the ground. The conditions had certainly left their mark on the water temperature though, as in less than twenty-four hours it had fallen by over 20% – and was continuing its downward trend. Obviously it was going to be tough, so my single bream was more than welcome. At least I had a snowy fish photograph of sorts. (Published January 17 2015)