There is a stretch of
river I fish for perch. I’ve had them to upper 2s in the past and had a few in
the lower 2 range also. On this particular stretch there are a series of weirs
and sluices that effectively trap the resident species. There are, to my knowledge
no, or at least very few, pike present. I’ve fished the stretch for five years and
never seen a single jack. So by my reckoning that makes the stripy top of the
food chain on one particular stretch.
1.15 Sept 2011 |
Now I understand a
little about predator prey relationships and that the pred numbers can and will
fluctuate over the years and herein lies the main difficulty, knowing or even guessing
how many fish I am aiming at in a stretch of river and estimating what size
they can grow to?
On stillwaters approximate
numbers and optimum size of most species can be ascertained, either from
knowledge of stocking, netting or captures. This could be also true, albeit to a
lesser extent, on some rivers where barbel, chub and pike may well be the main
quarry. However fishing for river perch on less popular venues is an entirely
different prospect I have found.
As a river species
there are a relatively small number of anglers pursuing perch in comparison to
the trendier barbel, chub and pike. In fact I’d go as far to say on many
stretches of river, and certainly on the rivers I fish, there are often no
anglers pursuing them whatsoever. For the perch fisher this is great as there
is little in the way of competition however there is also little in the way of
hard evidence to go on. Nice in that one can consider themselves a bit of a pioneer but not that great when the blanks start to pile up and the
doubts begin to set in
More fruitful days. A birthday perch October 2009. |
My methods typically
involve very short sessions, up to 3 hours usually, using one rod with live bait under a sunken float rig whilst the second
rod will normally be a float-fished worm presented in the margins over chopped
worm and maggots. Using the worm is not as selective as it might be as ruffe,
chub and crayfish will at some point come foraging. Many a time I’ve missed a bite
to find a section of the lobworm missing, the bait then being whittled down in
successive casts to a half-inch section with the guilty party, usually being a
ruffe, eventually getting hooked using the last remaining segment.
So, I’m crying one in.
With nothing even approaching 2lb from the local river this season so far and with a few sessions planned over the
next week or so, I’m bound to tempt fate by moaning how hard the fishing is. I’m
gathering my thoughts getting inspiration thinking back to previous captures,
as few as they were, and considering that those fish maybe even bigger now. Or
perhaps they have died off through old age and maybe this is just the wrong year for a big’un and it’ll be a few years before those fish of a
pound or so get even bigger?
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