An interesting feature of the day was watching an errant sight indicator that was floating in the same area in which the fish were rising. At first I thought this was just something that someone had dropped, and it would eventually be pushed to the bank by the wind. When this didn’t happen I assumed it must also be trailing some leader that was caught in some weed or something, thus effectively tethering it to the spot. This thought was further refined when I saw it moving slowly into the wind! In fact I watched it on and off for what must have been over an hour and a half before I fully convinced myself that it was attached to a fish. In this time it did not move from a patch of water that was no more than 3 or 4 metres squared – this is probably why I took so long to come to a conclusion, as it was always in the back of my mind that perhaps it was a long leader that was just swinging with a swirly wind. I’m pretty sure some of the fish I missed were when my gaze was distracted from where it should have been.
At a coffee break, definitely required in order to get some feeling back into my hands, I discussed the rogue indicator with the staff in the shop who had also noticed it. They decided that, after lunch, they’d take a boat out and try and retrieve it. The boat they used is quite a sleek one, powered by an electric motor, as such it made minimal disturbance as they moved it towards the area where it was holding. However before they got within ~10 metres of its position it shot off at a surprising speed, especially considering it had been meandering about at such a pace that previously I wasn’t even sure it was attached to a fish.
The indicator then disappeared from view for a good 40 minutes until, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted it moving back into the exact same position as it had been previously. This time though it was much livelier, zipping up and downwind with a speed that would leave someone, viewing it for the first time, in no doubt that it was attached to a fish. It reminded me of the film Jaws in miniature – the brightly coloured ‘barrel’ would push through the ripple and then submerge, only to pop back up to the surface some way away (this time it did not seem to be confined to the small patch which appeared to bound it formerly). I never did get to find out what fish was towing it – I’ll have to pop over again this weekend to see if the fish managed to shed the hook, was caught or is still out there doing a Great White impression.
This weekend I suspect I will be practicing #5 distance plus #7 accuracy into the wind – the latter in preparation for bonefishing.