A rather short session today at the mill pool as I had to do some chores later in the day.
I was early out and about but not early enough to not expect my favourite spot at the mill pool being void of other anglers.
Happily no one was there when I had the water.
The stream had dropped considerably so the playing room for the fish was limited.

It was windy early in the morning which was unusual and clouds obscured the sun.
The hope of catching a trout was pretty zero with all the pike in the pool so I dragged a
streamer through the water to no avail.
I tried but nothing hit, spotted some shiners and tried to get them but that failed also.

Flow was minimal and the nymph I fished hardly moved with the current, kind of boring.
I soon switched back to the stream and after a long wait I finally hooked a small jack pike.
With the low water level in the stream I could actually see how shallow the pool was.
The water was murky so I still missed the famous spot where every local angler lost
his lure … me included as three streamers went under to be never seen again.

The Bermuda triangle for lures was mentally marked now, a tree on the bank was
the reference point.
It was not long since I had the second pike on and that fish was considerably larger than the first.
The pike fought very well and made some nice runs but in the end I was able to subdue it.
Pike nr. 3 measured 23.6 inch. which was my PB for the mill pool.

Before I would hit the pub which conveniently was located next to the mill pool I tried for
another pike.
The turbine outflow was the spot I was aiming for as I suspected it was a pike hotel.
It turned out to be true as the third pike of the morning struck, again a very strong fish.
This fish took me all over the pool with some very fast runs and the glass 4-weight felt
a bit under gunned for this one.
In the end I could land the fish, PB bested with a pike of 27.5 inch.

The famous last cast actually yielded a pike strike but I missed the fish.
A second last cast did not yield the hoped second strike so I called it a day.
I was the first guest in the beer garden and it was not that warm can I say.
More people came in later and I was joined by one of my friends who told
me a tale of big perch above the mill weir.

I had my chili cheese burger and topped off my lunch with the obligatory coffee and cake.
I took a look above the mill weir and behold I could see the school of shiners my
friend had told me about, did not spotted the perch though.
I dragged the streamer a couple of times through the water to no avail, those perch
were smart.

If the perch would not play maybe the shiners would.
A nymph was completely ignored by the scores of fish.
I was told they were all roach but spotting the bright red fins I concluded some rudd
where amongst the roach.
Since rudd were surface feeders I tried a small sedge and that send one of the fish
to the surface to grab the fly.
Time ran out so I had to leave but the spot above the mill weir begged for further investigation.