Ghosts of the shallow water.pdf

Again we sat close to a tight part of the canal which interrupts the monotonous course of the river in
irregular intervals, such as bridges, embankments and steps do, giving a lot of good opportunities to catch
some fish. Unfortunately it didn‘t start of as well as before and I had to pull something out of my bag of
tricks again to get my desired bite. Those maggots took the piss out of me. So I quickly converted my feeder
rod, the cage got exchanged for a 45g lead, two grain of maize and again a 10mm Source marble pulled
onto a primitive miniature rig throwing close to the end of the curling waters. Additionally I threw in
some corn of maize and boilies into the current just to keep waiting. Simply following my inner senses.
Slowly the sun is crawling towards the horizon as suddenly the rod tip bends like a loony opossum and sings
the song of the bite from hell. A tough fight in the shallow and tight waters follows the beauty in my
landing net. The first juvenile barbel. Finally! Everything done right. For the next two hours we were
able to catch some more semi adult torpedos. This is what made my decision easy and I was sure to buy a
season ticket for the next year. It was over... I was rivetted...