Paul Ashton
Senior Member
I know I bang on about rolling meat on here but out yesterday I had a very different day doing just that.
As is usual for me at sometime during the day I will roll meat although not always exclusively. With the river low and clear other methods were called for.
Having used feeder with very small hookbaits I had managed one Barbel and one Chub. Fed up with the lack of action and weed collecting on the line dislodging the tackle I decided to roll meat. Dozens of swans upstream of me were easily able to tear up the streamer weed in the low conditions which gave rise to floating weed catching constantly on my line.
I cast a chunk of meat into the middle of the Wye and rolled it down into a deep pool. The bait hung up and then rolled, hung up again, then rolled and wallop. I knew it was a good fish, it hung there, then took line, a lot of line. It bored deep into the pool and after a while I thought I would at least like to see it before I lost it.
When it finally relented it was a Pike of 17.5 lb hooked firmly in the scissors. What a fluke I thought until at dusk expecting a good pull from a Barbel I latched into another good fish that fought similarly to the previous Pike. No it can't be another Pike I said to myself but yes it was a 13lber. I have hooked a Pike once before in the dim and distant past on meat, but to get 2 on meat in a session! To make the day even more memorable I had a Kingfisher mistake my statue like pose for a roost when it landed on my head, and to finish the day of in stlye I fell in for the first time in ages. What a day.
As is usual for me at sometime during the day I will roll meat although not always exclusively. With the river low and clear other methods were called for.
Having used feeder with very small hookbaits I had managed one Barbel and one Chub. Fed up with the lack of action and weed collecting on the line dislodging the tackle I decided to roll meat. Dozens of swans upstream of me were easily able to tear up the streamer weed in the low conditions which gave rise to floating weed catching constantly on my line.
I cast a chunk of meat into the middle of the Wye and rolled it down into a deep pool. The bait hung up and then rolled, hung up again, then rolled and wallop. I knew it was a good fish, it hung there, then took line, a lot of line. It bored deep into the pool and after a while I thought I would at least like to see it before I lost it.
When it finally relented it was a Pike of 17.5 lb hooked firmly in the scissors. What a fluke I thought until at dusk expecting a good pull from a Barbel I latched into another good fish that fought similarly to the previous Pike. No it can't be another Pike I said to myself but yes it was a 13lber. I have hooked a Pike once before in the dim and distant past on meat, but to get 2 on meat in a session! To make the day even more memorable I had a Kingfisher mistake my statue like pose for a roost when it landed on my head, and to finish the day of in stlye I fell in for the first time in ages. What a day.
