Fishing weir pools can be very productive, you can catch many species, in particular Pike. They absolutely love this area and will patiently wait to snap up a tasty roach.
I’m not truly into predator fish, but there’s something about the cold eerie winter on a river bank that attracts me to them. Rivers are hardly fished these days. I grew up fishing on rivers from a very early age and it’s where I’ve learnt my craft and gained my knowledge of the waters.
Not having any roach with me, I settled for half a mackerel as bait. 18lb main line, to a wire trace with a size 4 single hook. A very simple rig.
I’m a firm believer of studying the water before making my first cast. I decided to cast a few feet away of an overhanging tree just past the middle of the weir pool. If any pike are loitering nearby this is where they may be. As I lay my rod onto its rest, a gush of wind blows my unhooking mat straight across the river! All I could do is wave it goodbye as I watch it toss and turn upstream and never to be seen again. I’m getting into a habit of loosing tackle in the wind. Earlier in the season my new fishing umbrella flew across two lakes. Luckily I managed to retrieve it when the wind eventually blew it back towards the bank.
An hour in and I’m still patiently waiting for a bite. I boil my ghillie kettle to make a hot cup of coffee. As I’m preparing my beverage, my rod tip starts to bounce up and down with venom. In the excitement I manage to drop my milk and trip over my tackle bag and land with hands and knees onto the floor. I don’t like leaving the bite to develop too much as the hook can go deep past their throats. This isn’t nice for the fish nor for myself to remove the hook. After what seemed like I had just completed and failed the krypton factor assault course I reach for my rod.
I pick up it up from it’s rest and I’m met with an almighty thud and the reel begins to scream line out. The pike takes me to the middle of the weir. I keep the pressure taught allowing my 8ft rod to naturally bend and absorb each knock it receives from this super predator fish. Pike are strong and do not give in easily. With each visit above water he thrashed his tail and dived back under, reminding me he means business. He wasn’t happy at all.
With several runs in and out of the weir he starts to tire and eventually gives in to me. Landing net ready I scoop him up, and I as do so he whips his tail in defeat making an almighty splash.
I unhooked him by the water and weighed him. 8lb 2oz. Not a battle warrior by far but a beautiful pike all together. I released him back into the bubbling murky dark weir pool and watched him slowly disappear to grow and fight another day.
I pat myself down like a bird ruffling it’s feathers back into place and tend to my grazed hands and knees.
I think I’m going to need some more painkillers.
The Pikes karma…..
New umbrella that was blown away and landed two lakes away!