09/07/26 - Summer trotting Part II (dace, dace, dace!)

Didn't get out again in June due to some unforeseen demands at work and by the time those were out the way it had got too hot and oppressive to think about staying outdoors for too long. Did have a pleasant long weekend in the Netherlands visiting the wife's cousin in The Hague, although again a high of 38 degrees Centigrade on the Friday effectively curtailed our initial sight-seeing to the morning. 

A quick nap after lunch was then followed by a trip to the beach in the evening for a dip and a beer and some food from one of the pop up restaurants along the front (along with eveybody else it seemed!). Thankfully it cooled down a bit after that and we were able to explore a bit wider and take in the modern and traditional architecture, along with the many coffee shops and shady, green spaces around the city. Back in the UK and suitably refreshed I checked the maggots I had left over in the fridge from the last session and found them in surprisingly good nick.

With the wife away for work, I therefore packed up work about 4 o'clock and headed to the Derwent. Pulled into an empty carpark yet again (not complaining, but where  is everybody?), got the chesties on and then made my way up to the run at the back of the island. 



Didn't fancy walking too far as it was still warm and my "breathable" waders didn't turn out to be that breathable last time, so decided to just stay in the same swim until I'd run out of bait. Could see from a distance that somebody was camped on the island itself and as I got closer I got a whiff of "medicinal" cigarettes. However, turned out to be a couple of middle-aged ladies who'd been enjoying a bit of wild swimming and they soon packed up and left after I arrived. 

River was gin clear and flat as a mill pond in the shelter of the far bank, but at least it was now overcast and a bit cooler as a result. 

Waded out mid-channel and sent the float and some freebies down the bubble line towards the overhanging trees. Ten, frustrating minutes followed trying to connect with a succession of stupidly fast bites that were violent enough to pull the rod tip around but just resulted in crushed maggots. Eventually I got my eye in and started to connect with the culprits - small dace, all like peas in a pod. Occasionally had a better one that at least put a bit of a bend in the Acolyte, along with the odd chub, roach, perch and bleak. However, it was the dace that kept me busy and the greedy, little buggers were still biting when I finally emptied my bait pouch three hours later. Good fun, but I might be tempted to get the "dink-dink" out next time to try and sort out some better fish.