Well the lack of sun where we were camped and now great big banks of dead floating weed, with strands that dangle down 20 feet have forced us to move to a spot which we normaly fish, the castle swim about 2 miles up river but nearer the town and water source.
Our last fish at the other swim was another 50lb + and I know in the swim I am in it will not be as productive and most of the fish come through during the night, but hey ho I am not getting up in the middle of the night to mess with a fish, I am not greedy and have caught more than my share of fish on this holiday and if I didn't catch another it wouldn't be the end of the day.
But I did catch something yesterday an hour or so after setting up camp, the rod tip started knocking and the alarm giving off the odd beep, just like when a large roach manages to hook itself on a size 2 hook as they peck away at the pellets.. Well what I caught was a first for me, infact I have never even seen one in the flesh so to speak even though the Spanish Navy as we call them, the flotella of small boats that go out all over the river daily to catch them and they eat them, a Zander about a couple of pounds..
Now I would like to say I hooked it fair and square but that would be telling porkies, it had been caught and lost and was trailing the old hook length with a swivell atached and that is what caught on my line, so my first Zander was by default.
Talking about roach hooking themselves, a few days ago on the old swim, I had the same knocking at the tip for about half an hour, it would rattle the end then stop so I just ignored it until the rod bent over and the alarm set off as a fish took what I thought was the pellets, and it was obvious from the weight of the fish it was another extremely large catfish.. I started to try and turn it towards the boat landing we used to get the fish out and sucseeded to get about half the distance to it when the line suddenly went slack, bugger thats gone, but wait the line feels different as I retreived it, low and behold a pound roach was on the end, the line had gone right round the roach lassooing it but it was dead and well mangled, the Siluro had taken the fish and would not let go as I had not hooked it just the roach..
Would have like to have seen that cat it would have been impressive. Talking about the cats, one of the local English guides broke the Spanish record last week, I havent a clue what it is but all the town is on about it, it must have been a right cloncker!.
And finally the swim we are in under the Castle on the hill.. About a month ago in the spot we are in now "Dangerous Steve" was camped fishing in his small delapitated motorhome, he won't chance taking it back to England as he says it wont go over them mountains so he just parks it up somwhere till the following year..
Well as we looked one Sat night the couple of miles down to this swim, we could see blue lights flashing in this spot, we assumed it was the local plod moving everyone off this part of the Ebro or it was a road block to stop traffic as it was the very impressive firework display that night to celebrate some festival or other.
On passing on the scooter we called in for a chat with Steve and I just mentioned about the blue lights and he said "Oh those it was for my mate he was climbing up the bank and suddenly fell back down, he died of an heart attack", it was the ambulance and police that attended the scene we could see, Steve flew home last week for the funeral, he came back a couple of days ago and where he is now who knows, and he was having problems finding somwhere reasonably safe to abandon his van till next year
Ah well it takes all sorts.