mikench
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It merited a double post Ray.
The getting out is the main thing. The benefits from it are superb, made better with a mateMe and the BF got our postponed trite trip in yesterday. He took me to a syndicate water that he belongs to….I’ve fished it before but many years ago. It’s a lovely spot in the Chess valley and the clubhouse etc is fantastic. Best of all it’s barely 10 mins drive away.
It’s not an easy water though and can be very swimmy. We worked extraordinarily hard for a fish apiece plus a wee wild brownie for Phil. The sun came out after lunch and it really was a lovely day. It was good to get out even if the fishing was unremarkable.
Where did you stay please? Sounds greatMet up with my son-in-law a couple of weeks ago for a few days on the R. Trent Near Gunthorpe. We travelled separately and arrived at the digs around 4.00 in the afternoon on a warm day, just in time to get down to the bank for an evening session. He’s a novice coarse angler but handy at sea fishing consequently I’d brought enough tackle for the both of us. I’m fairly new to tackle barrows but I seem to bring far too much stuff whenever I go fishing these days. The trip down to the river was across a corrugated field, with occasional deep ruts, large dollops of horse muck, electric fences and horses; quite a hard push.
The river had been low for a long time, but recent rains had lifted the level by about 20cm and looked in good condition.
The one-kilometre field belonging to the farmer was exclusively for the use of his guests, so we had the place to ourselves. The stretch, however, was pretty straight and featureless. We set up at about five o’clock fishing 1.75tc rods and 10lb line, baited with luncheon meat. We both had frequent knocks and pulls and eventually Simon struck into his first fish, a 11/4 lb eel… nice! We had a few small chub between us with me catching the best, about 3lbs, but no barbel despite fishing into the dark.
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Next day we fished in a similar fashion; the river level had dropped a bit. We didn’t have any bites apart from occasional tiny pulls which we put down to small chub. I put my float rod and centre-pin up just after lunch and started trotting just over a rod length out in a surprising depth of seven foot. Fishing double maggot, I had a smashing couple of hours catching beautiful pristine dace, cheerful chublets, plucky perch, gudgeon and a few rather sullen bleak.
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I resumed barbel fishing about four o’clock a bit nearer in than before having discovered the deep run on the nearside. I’d had a smoked salmon sandwich for lunch and remembered one of you guys (possibly one of the French ex-Pats) on here had tipped a pellet with a bit of smoked salmon after a barren session and had a bite straight away so I popped a small piece on the hook alongside the luncheon meat. A day’s fishing really tires me out nowadays, and concentration levels can really vary but there was no mistaking a bite from a barbel at about half-four. Simon came over and helped me land a nice fish of 7lb 14oz, my first R Trent barbel. (I’m not sure about the smoked salmon trick, I think it flew off on the cast, but who knows?)
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The owner came down just after six o’clock wearing an orange, Hi-Viz jacket and stood slightly upstream about a foot off my rod tip (in the striking zone!) and chatted for ages, through the best period for evening barbel: we didn’t get another bite.
The following day was very similar, a few knocks, a few very small chub. Simon managed to break two of my feeders and lose one in a snag casting two thirds of the way over the river. I float fished for some time in the afternoon; it really is a cracking river for silvers. I imagine, if I’d fished it properly, the bigger fish might have nosed their way in at some point. Son-in law caught a bream…nice!
Andy
Met up with my son-in-law a couple of weeks ago for a few days on the R. Trent Near Gunthorpe. We travelled separately and arrived at the digs around 4.00 in the afternoon on a warm day, just in time to get down to the bank for an evening session. He’s a novice coarse angler but handy at sea fishing consequently I’d brought enough tackle for the both of us. I’m fairly new to tackle barrows but I seem to bring far too much stuff whenever I go fishing these days. The trip down to the river was across a corrugated field, with occasional deep ruts, large dollops of horse muck, electric fences and horses; quite a hard push.
The river had been low for a long time, but recent rains had lifted the level by about 20cm and looked in good condition.
The one-kilometre field belonging to the farmer was exclusively for the use of his guests, so we had the place to ourselves. The stretch, however, was pretty straight and featureless. We set up at about five o’clock fishing 1.75tc rods and 10lb line, baited with luncheon meat. We both had frequent knocks and pulls and eventually Simon struck into his first fish, a 11/4 lb eel… nice! We had a few small chub between us with me catching the best, about 3lbs, but no barbel despite fishing into the dark.
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Next day we fished in a similar fashion; the river level had dropped a bit. We didn’t have any bites apart from occasional tiny pulls which we put down to small chub. I put my float rod and centre-pin up just after lunch and started trotting just over a rod length out in a surprising depth of seven foot. Fishing double maggot, I had a smashing couple of hours catching beautiful pristine dace, cheerful chublets, plucky perch, gudgeon and a few rather sullen bleak.
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I resumed barbel fishing about four o’clock a bit nearer in than before having discovered the deep run on the nearside. I’d had a smoked salmon sandwich for lunch and remembered one of you guys (possibly one of the French ex-Pats) on here had tipped a pellet with a bit of smoked salmon after a barren session and had a bite straight away so I popped a small piece on the hook alongside the luncheon meat. A day’s fishing really tires me out nowadays, and concentration levels can really vary but there was no mistaking a bite from a barbel at about half-four. Simon came over and helped me land a nice fish of 7lb 14oz, my first R Trent barbel. (I’m not sure about the smoked salmon trick, I think it flew off on the cast, but who knows?)
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The owner came down just after six o’clock wearing an orange, Hi-Viz jacket and stood slightly upstream about a foot off my rod tip (in the striking zone!) and chatted for ages, through the best period for evening barbel: we didn’t get another bite.
The following day was very similar, a few knocks, a few very small chub. Simon managed to break two of my feeders and lose one in a snag casting two thirds of the way over the river. I float fished for some time in the afternoon; it really is a cracking river for silvers. I imagine, if I’d fished it properly, the bigger fish might have nosed their way in at some point. Son-in law caught a bream…nice!
Andy
That looks, to me at least, an unusual hook connection to the swivel or is it an unusual swivel Steve?
Hopefully message has been sent, thanksHi Butch
Where did you stay please? Sounds great
Tried to PM you but didn't work out. Not wishing to give the precise location away on the forum, just search Farm Cottages near Gunthorpe with fishing and you'll find it. Or PM me.
Andy