Where Are All The Big Girls

Trying to write about my dire performance as a pike angler is getting a bit tedious. Again on Sunday I was at the syndicate. I witnessed a very feisty, near 15lb, carp being caught just after I arrived. After which I had a wander round throwing lures, with only a small jack to show for the effort, I settled into a likely looking swim to fish dead baits. 

The usual sort of tactics were employed. Float fished sardine over a old lily bed to the left. Joey mackerel ledgered out in front, on a shelf and a smelt popped just of the bottom over another dead lily bed to the right. After half an hour I was about to move the baits when the left hand float shot of at an alarming rate. A rather lethargic 2lb ish jack was wound in, which kindly shed the hooks just as I grabbed the trace. Another sardine was put out, this time injected with oil, in the same place. Another half hour passed before I swapped the two float rods about. Another half hour passed with no action so I moved the baits again, this time to the bottom of the shelf. Another half hour and the float rods were swapped again and thus it continued for the rest of, a rather drizzly day.