The Battleship.
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Picture this scene, 6a.m in early January,
there is a light frost which crunches underfoot. It’s cold but bearable, the
chilly air however still bites at any exposed part that you’re brave enough to
let show.
By the light of the moon that gazes down you
can just make out the dark silhouettes of some distant farm buildings. Most of
this part of the world is still asleep; it is (in my opinion) the best part of
the day.
Then you see her, wild, powerful and yet
strangely alluring, in contrast almost gentle and inviting as she passes under
the bridge. The river, a strange and veiled world that is constantly changing
and moving that only a few special and very privileged people ever get to
really know.
Today she is a little higher than usual due to
recent rain, but the water is running reasonably clear now with just a slight
tinge of colour, conditions then are almost perfect.
As you climb the rusty old five bar gate the
sense of anticipation grows, the excitement builds and the adrenaline levels
begin to rise, because down there where the river cuts through the disused and
forgotten water meadows, just three fields away lives the “battleship”.
For those of you who don’t know I’ll share this
secret with you.
The “battleship” is an old, wily mid – upper
twenty pound wild river pike, which owns approximately a 100m stretch of this
Southern UK River. All the creatures
that inhabit this part of the world know of her existence. Otters know better
than to try their luck here, herons avoid this stretch like the plague and the
cormorants don’t dare to come within half a mile.
The “battleship” as I affectionately named her
has earned her fearsome reputation and twice has eluded capture by yours truly,
both times have left me shattered, almost suicidal and close to tears.
Now although my pride hates to admit it, it’s
true twice she has bested me, but it’s not just pride that insists she gets her
comeuppance. The fighting qualities of this river pike are second to none, I’ve
had thirty pound pike roll over when caught and have reeled them in practically
deadweight. This awesome “battleship” is
a warrior of the highest order, clever, calculating and a fish that is in a
league of her own. A question I ask myself often is would I swap this wild fantastic
river fish for a trout fed 35lb reservoir fish and hand on heart I can honestly
answer no. To a find a fish like this in a neglected and over looked spot is
part of the whole adventure and experience. Pride yes, but I consider it more
of my duty to bring such a worthy adversary to submission.
What follows is a detailed and accurate account
of my third encounter with “battleship” for such a battle is worthy of a tale
recorded in its own right and one that will stay in my mind for the rest of my
days….
Leaving home a few hours before dawn I headed
up river about a mile to a Pool that I knew contained Dace and Roach in the
winter. After an hour of trotting maggots down into the Pool I had managed to
obtain 3 large Dace and 2 Roach of a decent bait size. By this time I was
already frozen and the steady drip that appears every winter at the end of your
nose had once again begun to drip. It was however a beautiful starlit night
with a dark blue velvet sky and far off in the East I could see the first
stirrings of dawn. The mile walk with the bucket got my blood pumping again and
I was warm as I arrived back at the car, I put my livey rod in and withdrew my
weapon of choice my trusty old favourite pike rod.
Only the day before I had spent an hour in
preparation cleaning and greasing the reel, meticulously checking the braid and
I’d attached a new trace and razor sharp size 4 treble, all for this very
morning.
So I was now armed, prepared and as I arrived
at the aforementioned rusty five bar gate I gazed down river & had a good
feeling about the chances of finally taming the “Battleship”.
I headed down through the disused water
meadows, all the time the sense of anticipation was growing and by the time I
reached the boundary of “Battleships” territory I was intent, focused,
confidant and had completely forgotten about the cold.
The area of river I was about to fish was a
shallow stretch of a Southern Chalk river that was probably no deeper than 4ft-5ft
in any area, the area that I knew this fish favoured was the margins. There was
a tree with its lower branches extended into the river causing a natural
obstruction and for about 20m from the tree down there was calm slack water and
a good straight margin that appeared to be hollowed out underneath the bankside
vegetation for about half a metre. It was here that I had hooked this fish
twice before and both times she had evaded capture and had left me feeling
frustrated and demoralised.
With extreme caution I softly crept towards the
tree and crouched down in the grass, the sun was just appearing on the horizon
and it was now first light.
Dawn on the Battleships Territory. |
I removed my bag checked the drag on my reel and
selected a large Dace live bait. This i attached to the hook through the mouth
and I then slowly and with as much stealth as I could manage crept towards the
bank trying not to make any noise or cause any vibrations.
I dropped the bait in with a resounding clunk
& I didn’t have to wait long, in fact in what must have only been a few
seconds and by the time the Dace had righted itself a bow wave had emerged from
the margin about 10m down river. Something was coming, something very big, as I
watched mesmerised a huge head appeared, the mouth flared open and engulfed the
Dace in one. For a split second I was in shock and awe, I hesitated as reality
slowly hit me, then I came to my senses wound down the little slack there was
and I struck hard. For an instant time stood still, then all bloody hell broke
loose. The “battleship” on feeling the hook and strike instantly broke the
surface with a somersault twist-head shaking manoeuvre that nearly won her
freedom again. This time though I was ready I instantly pointed the rod tip
towards the river and braced myself. The huge river pike hit the water with a large
splash that soaked me and instantly she switched tactics. Getting her head down
and she set off on a surging powerful run towards the tree and Oh my God what a
fish it was a clever move I hadn’t expected.
Within a blink of an eye she reached it and I
had to stop her from going in deeper to what was literally snag city. Placing
my hand on the reel to counter the drag I locked it up, it was make or break
time. As any Pike Angler who reads this will understand there’s an awful
sinking feeling you get when you feel the braid being rubbed against underwater
snags, it’s like a jarring, vibrating sensation and I was positive that this wily
clever “battleship” was doing it on purpose. Applying side strain I felt a few
more knocks then everything went solid. Anglers know what that means and my
heart began to sink whilst my mind was berating me for allowing her to reach
the tree. As I applied more pressure my heart fell
further as nothing was giving, I could still feel her shaking and I had a
vision in my mind of her rubbing that braid furiously on the sharpest root or
branch down there. Then suddenly there was a strong “twang” that vibrated up
the braid and I feared the worst as the line went slack.
However miraculously
she was out and still on and I noticed part of a broken branch surface under
the tree and silently thanked the Fish Gods that I hadn’t lost her. As she
moved out from the tree she bolted for the middle of the river, the power of this angry wild Pike was
phenomenal, she paused in the middle of the river and I could just see and feel
her head shaking as she fought to shake the hook. I started to bring her in
towards the bank twice she resisted and took back every inch of line I gained.
At times my reel screeched but eventually she began to tire and slowly I gained
line and finally managed to get her head up to the surface before getting her
over the net. Yes, at last I had her defeated, I lack the vocabulary to
describe that feeling of elation that you get after such a battle, my
adrenaline was pumping as I gazed down at my prize.
The Battleship is finally tamed. |
The “battleship” weighed in at 26lb 9oz and fell to a simple Premier float set up using a Loaded Vaned No.2 (available from the link below). I
was surprised at the weight as I thought she was more near a thirty. However disappointed
I was not and then I spent a good 5 minutes with her in the net allowing her to
recover whilst I marvelled in the beauty of this magnificent wild creature that
had really earnt my respect.
At last I released her back from whence she
came and with a flick of her huge tail she swam off towards the tree and
disappeared from my sight, to sulk and fight another day.
Back she goes. |
Encounters like this are really the icing on the cake and that's why i love river piking.
Nathan Edgell.