SMALL RIVERS ALWAYS WORTH A SECOND LOOK
I DON’T know how many times I have sung the praises of small, often ignored, rivers but this week’s piece on Lincolnshire’s River Bain merely underlines their potential (see pages 12/13).
There are three categories of small rivers in my book: some have been so ravaged by abstraction that they are little more than brooks.
I used to fish two on my way home from matches – one in Kent, the other in Hertfordshire – and catch beautiful dace. They are now virtually lifeless.
The next type have been largely canalised thanks to the barbaric dredging actions of the old NRA – actions that some in the current government seem quite keen on, to assuage householders who suffer from flooding largely caused by the selfsame dredging!
The third kind used to be dead, mostly because they carried effluent from very unreliable sewage treatment works. Now they have been cleaned up the water is extremely fertile, and once fish become established they grow rapidly.
Of course, some rivers, like the Bain, simply keep plodding along, and their fish thrive on neglect.
If you have such a place near you, try your luck. A bag with a few floats, a box of shot, a packet of hooks, a disgorger and a landing net is all you need.