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Gonna wait till the midnight hour 'Gonna wait till the midnight hour' is the title of a well-known song by the soul man Wilson Pickett. Little did he realise just how significant those lyrics would be for British anglers many years into the future, as we count the days down to midnight on June 15 and the start of a new river season. And just like countless other fishermen I was pitched up at the waterside waiting for the glorious 16th to muscle its way onto the scene and push the 15th back into anonymity where it belongs. Indecision ought to be my middle name though, as even in the days leading up to the Sunday, I changed my mind more times than I ended up casting out once I finally did some fishing. With several rivers, not to mention countless stretches, that I kept switching between I realised how Imelda Marcos must have felt when she had to choose which pair of shoes she was going to wear. But eventually I settled on the middle Severn for barbel and set off in the evening to give me plenty of time to pitch up.
The season comes early for some
Clearing out the jungle The peg that I chose to set up in was covered in dense vegetation, mostly nettles. I was just glad that I was wearing trousers and not shorts otherwise you wouldn't have seen my legs for nettle rash. I got to work with the landing net pole and eventually I cleared out a spot big enough to pitch my Fox Evolution shelter in. The river was very low but the place where I was based was excellent and all the boxes were ticked such as night fishing safety, access to rods when you get a bite, netting the fish etc.
Fishing can be what we want it to be Although the river was very low the small section that I was fishing offers some reasonably deep water and so I was confident that I would get a fish. I am often a slow starter whenever I switch species or venues, so I was going to be happy with just one fish. And anyway, as someone who always goes for quality over quantity, one 10lb barbel is always my choice over twenty 5lb fish. And of course, that's the beauty of angling. There is no right or wrong, it can be for us what we want it to be. I baited up two spots, one directly in front and the other downstream and just off a cluster of overhanging willow trees. The minimal flow meant that I was able to hold bottom comfortably with a 1.5 ounce lead. My baiting was done courtesy of a small bucket of seeds, with brown crumb to hold everything together. My only concern about the splashes was that one of the Wide boys further downstream would think there was excessive fish activity going on and they would uproot their camp and settle opposite me. But they didn't and so I was able to continue in peace.
The exciting world of flowing water
My opening night was quiet, but I find that's the norm for the first few weeks of the season anyway. But I did get a fish and so was happy enough to get off the mark at 2.10am with a feisty barbel that put up a good fight. I gave it plenty of time to recover, which is important with barbel anyway but particularly so at this time of the year with lower oxygen levels. Spend as much time as you need to with any fish prior to releasing them. Let them go too early and they will belly-up and die.
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