Had a few hours to spare so decided to take Logan for a bit of fresh air . A trip to the River Dane , just needed Phil to be there for the scales or could get a pair myself the ones I have are not that good .
We had a couple of hours to spare and seeing there had been a break in the weather me and my little lad Logan decided on a bit of fresh air . So we set off for the River Dane . The stretch of River is owned by Bay Of Malton which we joined last year , I have however fished this water from being a boy ,even back then we spent more in a years day tickets than the membership fee we paid last year , at least some things are cheaper today.
We walked down the river stopping to ask anglers ;all sat behind Avon type rods, fishing pellets or the like for Barbell, which now seems the normal approach on most rivers I fish ; ''much luck ''the reply from all came back the same'' no nothing doing '' ''waisting your time today''ect...ect...
This seems to be normal response , seeing my approach with float and center pin seems to bring me fish on most visits this does not dishearten me in the slightest .
The river has changed , not just in character as small swift ones like her do , but now for instance she holds a good few Grayling . It was they that occupied my mind as we made our way along the bank, Logan was busy breaking ice which had formed on every puddle , generally just enjoying himself being outside . It may be my fault but he does not have the freedom I enjoyed as a kid , if he plays on the street I make some excuse to be in the garden , god forbid even clean the car . At his age I would be down the woods with my mates , today such places would be off limits I'm afraid ,at least something to be said for being a kid in the 70's .
We tried a couple of spots before we fell on some fish , half a dozen or so Chub between one and two pound followed in the next hour all on float fished maggot . The bites seemed to come as I held the float back along a crease between fast and slow water . It was on the legendary last cast ;by this time Logan was with me holding the rod as I tried to show him how to let the float trickle down to the rite spot , he has had a Grayling on the pin before; that the float dipped and we lifted into something more solid , I held the spool back and felt every thud from the fish as it tried to reach some sunken tree it turned just in time I was just thinking we may have got a Barbell when a pair of white lips broke the surface '' it's a beauty Dad '' Logan looked at me his eyes wide and alert he picked the net up and got it first time .
We took a couple of snaps and made our way back to the car , Logan still finding every new icy puddle to jump on .
So our couple of hours, caught a few fish , all better than playing a video game or watching the TV but would I or more importantly would Logan have enjoyed it if we had gone home after sitting watching the top of a motionless rod tip?
New year.... out with the new in with the old .