Humbled!
The Aerial Match handing over ceremony was a highlight in what has been a pretty tough year so far. Watching from afar as Leszek walked us through the build process felt like a honour. To be able to lay my grubby paws on it was not something I'd dared to dream of. The reel is beautiful. Lady Luca has for the first time told me an item of tackle is pretty, high praise indeed!
In addition to its good looks it has "the feel" Solid but not wieghty, fine but not flimsy. Hard to describe. Somehow I expected something bigger, I don't know why? Possibly because such work is so far beyond me that cannot fathom how it's accomplished?
As Keith has said I took delivery at Tadpole bridge, fitting for me as it's quite probably the first river I fished as a child and now holds another special memory.
We chose to fish the weirpool end as a match and low water levels had left us with a more restrictive swim choice than the norm.
Knowing I have the Aerial Match I chose to pair it with a floatcaster deluxe and attempt some trotting.
This unfortunately wasn't the best plan. Rod and reel were perfect and will definitely get paired again. Recent rains seem to have livened the river up nicely and as I set up I could see and hear plenty of activity in front of me. A generous hand full of homemade ground bait produced encouraging swirls immediately, then something large broke through the surface, a flash of green and silver then gone.
A few hours exploring the swim on various lines and depths produced nothing and every time I fed within seconds something struck from below.
After lunch I decided to swap to the trusted "ever so easy" rig. A size 6 hook, 2 shot and a lump of plasticine. Tossed to the far bank as close as I dared to the over hanging willow. It a good job the rig is simple as I managed to launch everything into the trees twice before finding the desired spot.
A little later, just as my eye lids were getting heavy the rod tip twitched, twitched again, then bent properly to the left. Rod lifted skyward I felt a chub pull back.
Just under 3lbs and about as good looking as a chub could be I think.
The reel was the star of the show. Trotted beautifully even in a pretty modest flow. As I said at the start I just feels right.
Thinking back on my day I'm not
sure if it was Jack pike ravaging my swim. Twice I got a good but brief look at the culprit and would have sworn it was a chub I was glimpsing?
Thank you Leszek for this opportunity. It's a lucky reel so far. Well it's made me feel even luckier than normal anyway!