Even with all the half-pounders included it's an impressive 15 ounces. I catch half the time having blanked only 27 times (I thought it was more) and the overall average size is wonderful. There is some comfort in the figures though.
REGGY ROACH FULL
If you lived right next one though, and you knew full well that two pound roach were swimming about in it somewhere nearby, then believe me, you would fish it, and the quest for one would shove a knackered landing net pole right up your fundament too, driving you just as loopy, as Yours Truly. It's a rock and a hard place, this canal fishing lark. I hadn't fished on as many occasions or caught anywhere near as many roach as I thought I had! Only 35 over 53 roach fishing sessions in three years which is a depressing figure when one considers that I've caught nearly as many roach of the same stamp as these canal captures from Stratford upon Avon in just six trips. I made up my list on another handy Google thang, the Google Docs' spreadsheet, which can be pasted straight into a blog post and which automatically updates live on the blog every time you make a change to it in Google Docs. The junction saw me again yesterday evening for a couple of hours into dusk, where I fished bread punch and had two bites in the only bit of calm water in miles, but poisson? Nada. I went up to the pub to meet Lee at five thirty and we went and fished Longford Junction instead, which is just around the corner from my house, where we both blanked in the dark. Rolling up my sleeves, I tried to fish it out with the net but it had disappeared too far out to reach without a pole. I did set up and fish before it got so far, starting off nicely by throwing the short end section of my landing net pole in the water as I carelessly extended it.
REGGY ROACH CRACK
To get the diary entries out of the way it will suffice to say that Lee came over the other night for a crack at Grassy Bend, but the oil slick, which was confined to the corner by wind on my early arrival spread out all over the place when the wind fell to nothing and invaded every useful swim. But fishing for a roach of two pounds on the local canals, no matter how much of an achievement finally nailing one might be, is not quite fishing at that level, is it? You could ramble on about how crap the fishing has been but there's limits to how long that is going to occupy anyone's attention span unless the blanks be the kinds of blanks one experiences fishing a five hundred acre pit stalking a record carp, say, when the quest itself might be so interesting that failing time after time is not only what the audience expects but forms the backdrop to the final capture, if and when it ever comes.
you need to enter all the blanks as diary entries for the first mentioned requirement of it being a complete diary of days, red letter or not, and b. They have an audience these blogs, and like all audiences, this audience (that'll be you!) demands some level of quality and every now and then a fish picture or two. To return to 'the trouble with' bit before I get sidelined by roach stats, the blog also functions as a means of information relay to, and general light entertainment for, the public. For instance, I have been beating myself up over canal roach over the last few weeks and so I wanted to compile a list of all the captures of said fish made over the life of Idler's Quest, which is exactly as old now as my Midlands angling adventures because I started both at the same time when I moved up here from London in 2008. They are just the most effective means I have ever come across for such a purpose as Google's Blogger kindly gives us the means, in the form of various clever sidebar widgets to index and re-access the information at light speed. The trouble with blogging about angling is that any angler's blog is, at a basic level, a diary for the blogger to scan back through from time to time in search of archived information.
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