It took me over 20 years to partly suss out 12 miles of the Wey on my old patch Stephen which involved a 50 mile round trip and countless miles of walking coupled with many blank sessions at weekends. After a series of blanks it was often difficult to resist the temptation of the more prolific stretches, but when I did cave in I eventually found it less gratifying,...perhaps because it seemed pre conceived?
Trouble was, that over that period of time some of the big transient fish that had remained in my mind on the hard stretches may have been nothing but ghosts and long gone. Then out of the blue a different big fish or two would grace the net, then it was back to chasing shadows again, ...but the unknown aspect of it all, .. was ..and still does inspire me to get out there.
Now I find myself again with miles of lightly fished bank to explore which has reignited my fishing, still getting the blanks and sore feet, but I'm loving every minute!
I note you fish Throop,...one of my favourite waters of years gone by.
I'd fished it as a tourist for a good 25 years and foolishly/ pompously thought I had it sussed until I met a top angler who opened my eyes to parts of the venue that I had for years discounted as good barbel territory.
He had just finished a two week stint and was happy that I wasn't about to cramp his style. The fish he showed me were amazing and it taught me an important lesson of not getting tunnel vision with waters and believing there's nothing else to learn. To me, the learning curve is the fun bit.