At the moment the river Exe keeps pulling me back to its banks like a magnet. I cant escape it; weather it be daydreams of the huge mirror known to us as the 'Mother', or the feeling of whenever I have a spare bit of time I should be waterside feeding my addiction.
On a grey and miserable Friday evening myself and partner in crime (Moxy) unsuprisingly found ourselfs on the banks of the generous river Exe. I quite fancied a nice big toothy pike. Whilst Mox set up shop in the hopes of banking his first river carp.
A couple of bite-less hours passed us by, then the calm was interrupted by the sound of a screaming clutch. Moxy scrambled his way to his rod and latched onto a very strong fish that bulldozed its way up and down stream in a bout of excitement and chaos. After a few hairy moments the fish started to tire and we soon had a cracking sample of a wild common lying in the net.
I never made it onto the scoreboard that evening but enjoyed seeing Moxy open his river carp account and was pleased to see the Exe offer us yet another gift.
Saterday morning,no work,no skating,hmmm...what could i do? by 10am i was peering into the depths of yes, you guessed it, the river Exe. Accompanied by my trusty dog Pepe we soon spotted 3 decent fish,one being a mirror clearly pushing the 20lb mark, the other 2 strapping commons in the upper double region.
A quick call to Mox saw him join us bank side in the swim where I had made contact with the trio. We also quiver tipped maggots to pass the time and to gather a few baits to entice a croc or two later on in the day. No luck on the carp front but we now had a few pike baits in the live well, so we moved on to a different stretch in search of old Esox.
Again no action so we jumped back in the motor to drive to yet another location in the hopes that we could grab a decent fish or two as the light faded.
5 minutes at the new spot and Moxy was into a carp that fought like a demon on crack.To our amazement as soon as the fish was returned the pike rod slowly crept off upstream. To cut the story short the jammy git proceeded to land a solid mid-double pike to complete an amazing brace in the space of ten minutes!
A quality bit of angling by anybody's standard. Did I mention I chipped in with one dace all day!
With mox on fire and the river being so kind who knows what may happen next time. Maybe the 'Mother'.....just maybe.