 This week, after a dreadful previous session on the Thames, I'm heading off to the Bristol Aver to try and make amends to target the chub on Lua from the kayak. If you enjoy my vids, please subscribe and to those of you who already have, thanks very much. Now my aim is to try and find some chub on my local river, I'm going to use these crayfish, see how it's hooked on, floats down very slowly, yeah, hoping to get a chub, then if I manage that, it would be nice to get a perch, maybe a pike too. Oh there we go, apparently, oil or stock is called a perch, no, it's a wasp, I just had to figure out what that is, two species that I wasn't going for, but not the species that I am going for, although I did have a follow from one chub. I forgot to take the barb off, that's flattened barb. The summer pike, Jack, that seemed a little bit aggressive, the way I put him back, the idea is that it flushes a load of water in the gills and just gets that oxygen going. A good fun. A bit of a compromise on these crayfish, I've got a very light weighted hook on so that they can stay up on the surface if there's any chub up high, that means you don't quite get the right action if you want to trundle it along that bottom at any speed. I switched to a lighter crayfish pattern, but it's still not working, so I switched to crank boats. And this one out I think, voila, is that chub more like a chublet, pristine condition though, the bronze colour at the size of that mouth for such a small fish. I do love chub, it's daft really, you can travel all around the country to different fishing spots and I've got this on my doorstep probably because I'm guilty of being one of these glory hunters that has that dream of catching a chub in that six pound plus fish and that's more like to happen elsewhere to be honest. These fish are going pretty nuts for this lure, but unfortunately so are the tiny ones. I've never had a game where my feet slip off and thump the hull, that must put every fish off a square mile, oh not that one though, oh he came off, that was a really good fish but he turned with a lure, swam away with the lure in his mouth and I couldn't keep up with him. That was easy you know, sort of 3-4 pounds, maybe bigger, too busy talking to the camera, not busy enough, sorting out my, yeah it's a fish on, tiny I think, oh it's off and it wasn't tiny, very gentle bite, it's too good chub now that I've hooked and lost. I was talking to a guy on Facebook who was saying there's less chub in here now but they all seem a lot bigger, well I can't find them, all I seem to do is find the small ones and his theory was that the bigger fish just get a bit more lazy, don't chase crankbaits and are munching on these crayfish that are in here now, he's had them coughing up, savage, savage take and off we go, how do they do that, it's quite typical of chub, they're homing on the plop rather than that sort of lure, chubbing through the water, down the surface. Best of all caught it with my line caught on a tree, very lucky to get that back, oh he's off. Well that's great, this one's got a bit of a scar on him actually, you might see wonder where he's been followed by officers, terrible scar on his flank here, he's survived, that big scar there, other side's lovely, he gave me a lovely scrap, such powerful little fish and away. It's funny you think if you guys swimming around it would scare all the fish off, not so, I just had a fish pull on the lure just then, I want the lure, it's to attract anglers though not fish, so make us part with our money, I shouldn't worry, there's not many pike in this bit. It's a better fish, wicked, wicked, wicked, even with all these swimmers. 2.5 kilos, shame about the odd to tail, he's definitely a bit of a standoff with an odd size fish, and away, wicked.