The first night went by pretty uneventfully, but when I woke up in the morning my confidence levels went up a few notches as fish began to show over my baited spot. After sleeping off the night befores grump, I was now ready for a new day and hopefully a little bit of luck. As the morning proceeded I began to wonder exactly what was happening, with so many fish showing I just couldn’t believe that I hadn’t had a pickup.
In the end I finally decided on a recast and on retrieval of my rig discovered exactly what the problem was – there was a distinct lack of bait on my hair! Cursing whatever I could think of, I took a deep breath and made a recast back to the same spot, but as expected the activity in the swim ceased shortly afterwards.
I thought I had missed my chance, when about 2-hours later out of the blue, my recast rod roared into life. I lifted into what was a powerful fish and instantly it made a frantic dash towards some overhanging trees. All I could do was give it as much as I could, but within seconds I was experiencing that sinking feeling we all know too well when a big fish sheds the hook.
I was gutted, after all the mental build up to the session the last thing I needed was to loose a big fish. I shook it off and made a recast back to the same spot, but for the next 24-hours my alarms remained silent and bobbins lay dormant. For the second time during the trip, just when I thought it wasn’t going to happen, the same rod ripped off forcing me to give plenty of line on its initial run. With the fish in open water I thought little could go wrong, but then once again, I experienced yet another hook pull – I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was really being tested!