Rudds Where The Wild Things Are - delightful
The track is kind of coming up and just crazy big divots. Kyle Larson and Tyler Reddick could kind of run the top for a little while and then it kind of went away after a handful of minutes, but just seeing how straight and smooth you can be and trying to keep tires on it. These don't drive like a typical dirt car. Everyone in the Cup Series is so good, you give them two hours of practice, laps in a race Car setup I feel like matters a lot more here than it did at Eldora Speedway in the trucks. I think that's another component of it all. I think the dirt guys have a little bit of an advantage when it comes to reading the race track and just knowing what's it's going to do laps from now. But from a driving standpoint, they drive more like a typical stock car. The tendencies that you would do to find speed in a sprint car or a midget are kind of the opposite of what you'd do in one of these. Rudds Where The Wild Things AreThe Thinking Reed, by Rebecca West
Bread punch crucian carp come in from the cold April 18, at pm A frosty morning followed by warming afternoon sunshine, persuaded me to try the shallow pond a short walk from my home for a late afternoon session this week. There was still a chill wind from the north east blowing, but settling down in a sheltered corner with the sun in my face, I could believe that spring had finally arrived.
Setting up the pole with my usual 3BB modified canal waggler rig, to a size 16 barbless hook, I added water to a mix of liquidised bread, ground trout pellets and fine fish meal, plopping four soft balls into a square metre, seven metres out. The rig was set to fish off bottom at two feet deep with a 6 mm bread pellet and swung out to drop Rudds Where The Wild Things Are the baited area.
The float sank immediately and a rudd was first in the net. I had expected small rudd to start, but this was above the usual size, my next above average too. The rudd were getting bigger with each cast, maybe this is the new normal? The net came out for this one, the Rudds Where The Wild Things Are being predictable, a few dips followed by a slow sink away. Another beauty followed, the keepnet beginning to fill as the landing net came out again. The rudd were worth catching, but crucians are a favourite of mine, the little battlers always giving a good account of themselves. Next chuck and I was in again, breaking the pole down to the top two each time.
Faced with another crucian bite, I struck earlier, not waiting for the sinkaway and paid the price, http://pinsoftek.com/wp-content/custom/human-swimming/ap-psychology-personal-statement-examples.php the fat crucian at the net, which dashed back and put the shoal off the feed, allowing monster gudgeon to get in on the act. I put in two more balls of feed and began to catch rudd again, another clonker coming below.
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At last the crucians came back, pinprick bubbles bursting on the surface, heralding their appearance. This little barrel of fun gave me the right run around, diving in and out of the landing net in quick succession, before I scooped him in third time lucky. A local angler had arrived with his daughter and set up covering a couple of swims across from me. For every small rudd that they caught, I was catching three crucians, Jim coming round to see what I was doing, asking about the advantages of the pole over a rod and line, while showing him the bread punch in action. Crucians tend to push the bait around, often sucking on the bread until it is gone. The crucian haul continued to grow, the small area packed with competing fish, encouraged by the occasional ball of feed Rudds Where The Wild Things Are out on impact with the surface.
I was now in the swing with the crucian bites, when the float bobbed violently, then disappeared to be met by an elastic stretching run, as a black tail broke surface.
This tench did not play ball, diving under the landing net among the snags, before I fished him out, a very firm grip needed to remove the barbless hook. Small tench were abundant in this pond a few years ago, but seemed to disappear. If they are back it is good news, as this one is about 8 oz larger than before. With my packing up time fast approaching, I made this gudgeon my last fish of the day, but the just one more cast rule was invoked and I hooked a juvenile common carp. A burst of large bubbles over the feed and with no more rules in the book Rudds Where The Wild Things Are break, I cast into the middle of them.
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On the drop, the float slanted sideways and sank out of sight. The strike was met by the characteristic straight line run of a much better common carp, which stretched out the elastic toward the opposite bank lily bed, following the fish with the pole, until it turned back in my direction, requiring rapid feeding of the pole into the bushes behind Rudds Where The Wild Things Are to stay in contact, while breaking down to the top two sections to play it to the net. With carp in the swim it was tempting to stay longer, but my bread squares had run out of holes, this common carp a fitting end to a very busy three hours.
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The splashing sound of my keepnet being pulled from the pond brought Jim back for a photo opportunity, once the mixed bag was poured into the landing net for my last shot. Over 8 lb of quality fish in three hours to wave goodbye to Winter.]
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