An early morning tench session and an angling chat with my granddaughter
After being woken by the tribal chanter, or whatever he was doing, I was up and about myself less than two hours later but this time of my own accord.
August is on its way out and I want to get plenty more tench sessions in before it finally departs.
I was back on the lake that has been a magnet of sorts for a number of weeks now and, with the rod made up and ready to go, I was fishing in no time at all.
Sometimes you just get the feeling that it’s going to be slow, on this occasion it was the fact that no fish of any species in general were showing, and the lack of tench feeding bubbles in particular, that made me think that way.
The hook parted company with a couple of tincas but I’m sure they were foul-hooked in some way.
It was a case of, as they say, third time lucky though when I did finally net a tench.
It proved to be the only one, another example of the fine line between ‘success’ and ‘failure’, although I did bank a small roach.
There’s more in the video, as well as an angling chat with Nyah, my granddaughter.