IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN IN FISHING
News reporter Ian Jones’ tackle torment on the Nene
AFTER spending nearly £300 on a brand new barbel outfit I couldn’t wait to get down to my local stretch of the River Nene to put it to the test.
Upon reaching the river I baited a few swims and settled next to a promising overhanging tree. After two hours of fishing I landed two chub to 4lb and my new Shimano Baitrunner reel had worked an absolute treat – peeling line off the spool after each bite.
Dusk approached but there were no more bites… or so I thought. As I was packing away my catapult I felt something brush my leg and turned to find that my rod was nowhere to be seen! Looking down the bank I could see it half-in, half-out of the water but out of reach, and it was then that the barbel bolted off, taking my gear further under the tree.
In desperation I stripped down to my boxers and waded in after it – but it was too dark by now so I admitted defeat and went home, soaked and disheartened. I returned at first light with a spinning outfit, determined to retrieve my lost tackle.
After three hours of casting around I managed to hook the top eye of the rod and retrieve my whole outfit – thankfully the barbel had shaken the barbless hook. It was a massive relief for me, and I’ve never since forgotten to engage my Baitrunner!