It isn’t often enough that my fishing comrade, Jason and myself can both coordinate our diaries and grab a day’s fishing together. This weekend was one of those times that the stars aligned and we managed to meet up. We had decided to try our luck out in the boats at Chew Reservoir and had got lucky enough in the preceding week to book the last free boat. Chew Reservoir is rightly famous for it’s trout but also it’s pike, and this is what really grabbed my attention. The opportunity to fish in a water that is known to hold a good population of very big fish! You only need to get lucky once after all…
Traditional pike fishing is only allowed at Chew on a limited number of days through out the year, and getting hold of a boat on those days is not easy to say the least. Bristol Water who run Chew, do however allow fly fishing for pike outside of those specific days. This seemed ideal to us, as Jason intended to target trout whilst I would target the pike on the fly. Having never fished Chew, myself I had no idea what to expect, but my hopes were high all the same.
We met at Woodford Lodge to collect our boat and were greeted by the sight of waves on the reservoir. A fresh wind was going to make things difficult for us but with the hope of being able to find some shelter around the lakeshore somewhere or other we weren’t too dispirited. Following the safety briefing and the opportunity to pick the staff’s brains on best location and flies to try we headed out into the wind.
We found some shelter in Vellice Bay before trying Herons Green Bay. Both locations offered some shelter from the wind and seemed to be where most of the other boats had decided to head to as well. We did see the occasional sunny interval, but overall the day stayed pretty grey and miserable. Jason and I, tried everything we could think of but to no success. I have to say I saw no-one else catch anything either which offered some conciliation and proved that it wasn’t just us being complete failures..
Later in the evening the wind did die down a little and we tried around off of Moreton Bank but again to no avail. By this time my efforts at casting a pike fly in the wind were growing tiresome but despite this there still seemed a faint hope that any moment I could connect with a surprise last minute fish which helped keep the excitement alive.
As time drew to a close we headed back towards the jetties and were pretty much the last boat back. I felt we’d given Chew a good shot and really enjoyed fishing from the boat even if it wasn’t successful fish wise. I’d love to revisit Chew in better weather and would fancy my chances at the trout in calmer conditions. At the same time, it would be rude not to have a few casts for the monster pike that lurk in there somewhere..