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Silently and hypnotizing gurgles a small creek beneath my feet. Monotonous but still<br />
variable <strong>the</strong> sound <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ripple tingles my senses paired with <strong>the</strong> distinctive vision <strong>of</strong><br />
<strong>the</strong> wave‘s motion. Some kind <strong>of</strong> magic such a flowing river can be. There comes an<br />
abrubt reed which is sucked beneath a narrow point under <strong>the</strong> bridge, quickly accelerates<br />
just to slow down shortly after and leaving my field <strong>of</strong> view. Any regular<br />
humanoid creature wouldn‘t pay any attention to such a flowing brew. Passing by<br />
on <strong>the</strong>ir bicycles not thinking about <strong>the</strong> possibility <strong>of</strong> this being a good spot to catch<br />
some fish. But <strong>the</strong> devil is a hooker and I‘m one <strong>of</strong> his best clients.<br />
This is nothing new...
So I‘m sitting here with my amigos Martin and Dominik starring at this brown and<br />
green soup which billows in front <strong>of</strong> me and I‘m having serious doubts if <strong>the</strong>re is really<br />
something to get here. However dark tongues tell about this irrigation canal to hold<br />
almost everything possible to catch. From barbel and chub to monstrous roach. Even<br />
carp should be here. Since I‘ve been fishing almost only at still<strong>water</strong>s and got inspired<br />
by <strong>the</strong> muses from time to time, I was ready to take this opportunity. Thanks to <strong>the</strong> two<br />
club members I was able to try out <strong>the</strong> fun for a day before deciding to maybe take a<br />
season ticket for 2013. So today was <strong>the</strong> day and it was just me and my feeder rod. Armed<br />
with a couple <strong>of</strong> maggots, 10mm Source boilies and some grain <strong>of</strong> maize I form up in<br />
front at <strong>the</strong>se new floods. Right at <strong>the</strong> first spot we had chosen I was able to catch a big
chub. I was certainly surprised about how fast I got <strong>the</strong> first fish out <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
<strong>water</strong>. Muahaha. That‘s right! What a start. The rumors about <strong>the</strong> richness<br />
in fish <strong>of</strong> this inconspicuous creek seem to be true. After <strong>the</strong> row in this<br />
maybe 60cm deep <strong>water</strong> was over, so was <strong>the</strong> appetite <strong>of</strong> our scaled fellows<br />
and we decided to change out spot. So we put all our junk into <strong>the</strong> car and<br />
moved on to <strong>the</strong> next one.
Again we sat close to a tight part <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> canal which interrupts <strong>the</strong> monotonous course <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> river in<br />
irregular intervals, such as bridges, embankments and steps do, giving a lot <strong>of</strong> good opportunities to catch<br />
some fish. Unfortunately it didn‘t start <strong>of</strong> as well as before and I had to pull something out <strong>of</strong> my bag <strong>of</strong><br />
tricks again to get my desired bite. Those maggots took <strong>the</strong> piss out <strong>of</strong> me. So I quickly converted my feeder<br />
rod, <strong>the</strong> cage got exchanged for a 45g lead, two grain <strong>of</strong> maize and again a 10mm Source marble pulled<br />
onto a primitive miniature rig throwing close to <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> curling <strong>water</strong>s. Additionally I threw in<br />
some corn <strong>of</strong> maize and boilies into <strong>the</strong> current just to keep waiting. Simply following my inner senses.<br />
Slowly <strong>the</strong> sun is crawling towards <strong>the</strong> horizon as suddenly <strong>the</strong> rod tip bends like a loony opossum and sings<br />
<strong>the</strong> song <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> bite from hell. A tough fight in <strong>the</strong> <strong>shallow</strong> and tight <strong>water</strong>s follows <strong>the</strong> beauty in my<br />
landing net. The first juvenile barbel. Finally! Everything done right. For <strong>the</strong> next two hours we were<br />
able to catch some more semi adult torpedos. This is what made my decision easy and I was sure to buy a<br />
season ticket for <strong>the</strong> next year. It was over... I was rivetted...
Winter was coming and I was dying for 2013 to be here. To have <strong>the</strong> licence<br />
ready waiting for me was worth a lot when returning from my trip to Costa<br />
Rica to -15°C in Vienna at <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> January. I should be able to fish <strong>the</strong>re way<br />
earlier than on my regular puddles covered with layers <strong>of</strong> ice. February was<br />
dictated by ongoing iciness, snow, sub-zero temperatures and <strong>the</strong> yearly circus <strong>of</strong><br />
fairs. But <strong>the</strong>re was only on thing on my mind: The creek. This flowing <strong>water</strong><br />
with all its hidden treasures. I‘m gonna score <strong>the</strong>re. So we hit March and I was<br />
highly motivated sitting in <strong>the</strong> snow and seriously believing that this is going to be<br />
a child‘s play. Since I caught a couple <strong>of</strong> chub and barbel without and previous<br />
knowledge in autumn. Well .. it was no child‘s play indeed and after <strong>the</strong> first 8<br />
hours <strong>of</strong> bearing with <strong>the</strong> bone-chilling cold and starring aimlessly at <strong>the</strong> feeder<br />
tip above <strong>the</strong> 4°C cold <strong>water</strong> I realized that <strong>the</strong> wonders I was hoping for were<br />
no more than illusions. Damn! What was I expecting Of course .. going <strong>the</strong>re and<br />
catch something. What else. O<strong>the</strong>rwise I could have stayed at home and decapitate<br />
some random virtual undead creatures. Well it just means I need to bleed just as on<br />
my regular <strong>water</strong>s. I got used to it. 2 weeks later I was sitting at <strong>the</strong> canal with<br />
Martin and Dominik again and <strong>the</strong> three <strong>of</strong> us agreed that we were far away<br />
from wild orgies <strong>of</strong> bites. Tricking mo<strong>the</strong>r nature is not as easy as it may sound.
In <strong>the</strong> meantime <strong>the</strong> ice was melting on my well-known nightmares where I<br />
was not able to catch anything too. Reality was oppressive - but this sharpens<br />
your mind. At least I tried to convince myself that this is true. You have to<br />
make it through <strong>the</strong>se dark holes <strong>of</strong> despair somehow. In <strong>the</strong> mid <strong>of</strong> April<br />
things got going on my favorite bush pond and so I put <strong>the</strong> canal aside. When<br />
<strong>the</strong> time is right you have to stick to a spot. For sure it won‘t be like that<br />
forever. My fortunate way led me from <strong>the</strong> urban jungle to my gravel pit and<br />
<strong>the</strong>n I hit <strong>the</strong> summer slump. I‘m serious. There is a summer slump here. Meaning<br />
I had to evade if want to get some fish. So it took <strong>the</strong> next opportunity to make<br />
myself on <strong>the</strong> way to <strong>the</strong> canal.
Due to <strong>the</strong> suffocating heat I chose a spot where some bushes were hanging above <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> and sat myself<br />
in <strong>the</strong> shadow <strong>of</strong> a huge pile <strong>of</strong> rocksized stones. Unfortunately I miscalculated <strong>the</strong> position <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> sun and<br />
had to leave after only one hour as <strong>the</strong> temperature became unbearable. Blistering heat, not a slight<br />
breeze, <strong>the</strong>se huge rocks behind me and <strong>the</strong> dirt dropping <strong>of</strong> my chin. No point in setting up <strong>the</strong> umbrella<br />
as <strong>the</strong> temperature below reaches 300°C in a minute melting your nut-sized brain. I‘ve had enough. I‘m such<br />
an idiot but what am I going to do now I‘m doomed to vaporize with <strong>the</strong> yellow plague up in <strong>the</strong> sky. I have<br />
two options. Ei<strong>the</strong>r I go home or look a for spot with a more promising climatic environment. I choose <strong>the</strong><br />
second option. After all I‘m well prepared when it comes to bait. Maggots, red wigglers, miniature marbles;<br />
grain <strong>of</strong> maize, groundbait - all your canal fisher heart can imagine. Surprisingly fast I found a good<br />
spot close to an bottleneck with <strong>the</strong> perfect shadow and some deeper <strong>water</strong>. Some trees were hanging right<br />
above <strong>the</strong> surface <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> giving a perfect spot. I‘ve got to score here.
But after 3 hours without bites using my whole range <strong>of</strong> bait I realized that<br />
nothing has to be like <strong>the</strong>y tell in those smart books. It can‘t be true. Was it just a<br />
coincidence last year Pure luck My ass! I don‘t want to drown in <strong>the</strong> downward<br />
spiral so I started to rummage ra<strong>the</strong>r aimlessly through my bag. There has to<br />
be something useful. And <strong>the</strong>re it is. This small fat chubber float has actually<br />
just been <strong>the</strong>n with no purpose. Actually it was worth a try. Nothing to catch on<br />
<strong>the</strong> ground so maybe <strong>the</strong>re is a couple <strong>of</strong> carps and o<strong>the</strong>r foul fellows somewhere<br />
in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>water</strong> not giving a damn about <strong>the</strong> trumpery below. But how am I<br />
gonna do this using my feeder rod Since I‘m <strong>the</strong> world champion <strong>of</strong> improvisation<br />
I used <strong>the</strong> chubber instead <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> running cage, a stopper knot put toge<strong>the</strong>r with<br />
a feeder gum, a oval lead onto <strong>the</strong> leader and <strong>the</strong>re we go with <strong>the</strong> small red<br />
wiggler ready for a first attempt. This is gonna work somehow. I tell you. If you<br />
keep your reel open and control <strong>the</strong> float´s speed with your finger, <strong>the</strong>re is no<br />
need for a centerpin reel. The feeder tip was for sure not <strong>the</strong> best choice for such<br />
occasions but if you don‘t try you‘ll never know. The float is moving slowly with <strong>the</strong><br />
current towards <strong>the</strong> shady area. It will be right <strong>the</strong>re. I feel it...
The moment <strong>the</strong> red tip leaves <strong>the</strong> sunny part it disappears and my fishing stick is bent. Can you believe<br />
The light feeder rod is fully twisted and <strong>the</strong> brake is buzzing heavily while I get fully excited and euphoric<br />
about <strong>the</strong> drill. My enemy rush towards me just below <strong>the</strong> branches and I‘m busy with <strong>the</strong> loose line. He<br />
passes by upriver trying to evade. Oh boy what <strong>the</strong> hell is going on here Again my rod is bent and <strong>the</strong><br />
crackling brake makes my blood run cold. A big wave, <strong>water</strong> explosions and line flows <strong>of</strong>f beyond good<br />
and evil. All this happening in a <strong>water</strong> not even 80cm deep. It‘s showtime! Though I‘m already concerned<br />
about losing <strong>the</strong> fish facing this unexpected power. It couldn‘t be a roach or a chub. A fat barbel or carp.<br />
Anything beyond is imagination.
After a couple <strong>of</strong> anxious minutes I was able to pull out my first<br />
channel yellow and put him on <strong>the</strong> mat. How great is that<br />
A small and compact mirror who has shown his strength in<br />
battle. A red wiggler in middle <strong>water</strong>. Muahahha. Naturally<br />
I don‘t need to point out that I kept on going with this strategy.
Of course it couldn‘t go on like that instantly as <strong>the</strong> fight for sure drove some o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
victims away. About an hour later I sent my chubber float going deep again and<br />
caught <strong>the</strong> next volcano mirror. Ano<strong>the</strong>r fight by hook or by crook which I was<br />
able to win again. Two carps in one hour. All you have to do is to understand this<br />
new system. These guys think differently.
All learning from o<strong>the</strong>r rivers, creeks and still <strong>water</strong>s were useless here. It is just<br />
<strong>the</strong> good old try and error method that works. Those under<strong>water</strong> rats are shy and<br />
devious as <strong>the</strong>y learned to live in <strong>the</strong>se <strong>shallow</strong> and mostly blurry brew and hide<br />
very well. This day has proven to me again that even <strong>the</strong> smallest <strong>water</strong> can hold<br />
its treasures. Fully satisfied I made myself on <strong>the</strong> way back at dusk knowing that<br />
<strong>the</strong>re can be a lot more waiting for me. Down <strong>the</strong>re in <strong>the</strong> canals dark mud.
The rest <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> summer I spent mostly working at<br />
my girlfriend‘s construction site helping her setting<br />
up her own business. The rare free weekends I used<br />
to stay at my gravel pit to simply set my soul free.<br />
Autumn was approaching and <strong>the</strong> desire for my<br />
idyllic canal grew more and more. At all costs I<br />
wanted to pilot something nice into my landing net.<br />
I knew <strong>the</strong> chances are <strong>the</strong>re. And this time I was<br />
prepared for all possibilities. Improvisation might<br />
be cool but it‘s not always <strong>the</strong> best solution.
Wea<strong>the</strong>r was back to normal so it was fine to sit wherever I want without having to fear <strong>the</strong><br />
sun and not being burnt alive. With <strong>the</strong> reputed knowledge about <strong>the</strong> cautiousness <strong>of</strong> my fishy<br />
chaps I was extra silent and not doing <strong>the</strong> same mistake again. Which mistake it was The last<br />
times I was fishing to <strong>the</strong> ground I always moved close to <strong>the</strong> bank to feed from <strong>the</strong>re 2 meters<br />
into <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> setting up my rig right in front. Well .. supposedly my steps so close to <strong>the</strong> bank<br />
flushed all potential clients away. Due to <strong>the</strong> low <strong>water</strong> depth I wouldn‘t be surprised. So I‘m<br />
not going to <strong>the</strong> same mistake again. I sat in <strong>the</strong> bridge‘s shadow throwing 20m downstream. I<br />
used <strong>the</strong> slingshot to get <strong>the</strong> fodder right <strong>the</strong>re not scaring away those timid creatures. To<br />
prevent provoking a lot <strong>of</strong> action <strong>of</strong> small fish just below <strong>the</strong> surface I abstain from using live<br />
bait and took three 10mm Source boilies. Not to mention without a feeder rod. After two hours<br />
<strong>of</strong> throwing marbles into <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong> things started to get interesting again. It appeared from<br />
nowhere and it was clear as a mountain lake that I found <strong>the</strong> first victim <strong>of</strong> my treacherous<br />
trap. I want to again stress <strong>the</strong> fact that <strong>the</strong>se fish in this <strong>shallow</strong> and tight canal develop<br />
unexpected powers beyond imagination. I caught a lot <strong>of</strong> fish in many different <strong>water</strong>s but<br />
what is actually happening here you would not believe unless you experienced it yourself. Even<br />
I wasn‘t expecting anything close to this. The advantage I‘m having in this situation is <strong>the</strong> fact<br />
that I can move along and not fully max out <strong>the</strong> distance.
What a wonderful golden carp was right <strong>the</strong>re in front <strong>of</strong> me. YES! I couldn‘t believe it myself<br />
what I was able to catch in this slow and tight canal. The colorful flock <strong>of</strong> my new groupies was<br />
cheering while I was taking a couple <strong>of</strong> pictures using <strong>the</strong> self-timer to finally release <strong>the</strong> scaly<br />
submarine back to <strong>the</strong> <strong>water</strong>s. Hehehe. Slowly I begin to understand. Ease and trickiness paired with<br />
<strong>the</strong> will and courage to change seem to be a feasible recipe. Two hours later <strong>the</strong> mill was spinning<br />
again and <strong>the</strong> next fishy trunk was caught. Not as big as <strong>the</strong> first one but having in mind <strong>the</strong><br />
circumstances it was still a highlight. It keeps being amazing what <strong>the</strong>se unimposing <strong>water</strong>s can hold.<br />
It doesn‘t need to be <strong>the</strong> biggest carp on earth that gives you <strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> fishing. This is about more<br />
than that. It is about <strong>the</strong> real feeling and experiencing <strong>the</strong> origin <strong>of</strong> angling. It is about thinking,<br />
trying things out and failing. To learn and be flexible to be successful. This is how I finished my<br />
first canal season and I‘m already looking forward going <strong>the</strong>re again looking for more treasures<br />
<strong>the</strong> creek is holding. When <strong>the</strong> next chapter from <strong>the</strong> ghosts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>shallow</strong> <strong>water</strong> will be written ...