S-Kippy
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I know, I know....its madness but after today's visit to Mogadishu even the M25 seems appealing.
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How did you get on?
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dorsetandchub
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Steve and Mr Crow,
Those two reports were worth double likes. Gotta love that hat as well, Steve, makes you look like a latter day Perchfinder General. If it brings fish like that, I'm going to start sticking feeders on my conk. Well done, both. Top job.
Those two reports were worth double likes. Gotta love that hat as well, Steve, makes you look like a latter day Perchfinder General. If it brings fish like that, I'm going to start sticking feeders on my conk. Well done, both. Top job.
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Did not expect much with the drop in night temperatures, just as well because I did not suffer any disappointment. Maybe there should be a thread "how didn't you get on" just for me. Never mind, 56f water last time and 50f this time, quite a drop and the fish went to sleep. Tried the river for chub and then a couple of hours on the canal. Zilch, not a sniff; not even a little roach; a few weeks ago I was catching 50 fish. Just shows how a water can go off with a change of temperature. I read this thread with dismay sometimes, some cracking fishing going on, starting to feel a bit inferior.
Sometimes we get a mild spell or two in November and that can be very good, so I will look forward to that. Might get the beach caster out in the mean time and have a crack at some cod and then some winter chub later on. Give the freshwater a break for a bit, a nice big fat Cod will sort me out. Although I often find it a bit weird going from fiddly piddly tackle to 20lb lines and huge hooks.
Sometimes we get a mild spell or two in November and that can be very good, so I will look forward to that. Might get the beach caster out in the mean time and have a crack at some cod and then some winter chub later on. Give the freshwater a break for a bit, a nice big fat Cod will sort me out. Although I often find it a bit weird going from fiddly piddly tackle to 20lb lines and huge hooks.
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Nice to hear of local lakes producing a decent stamp of roach
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neil1970
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Pike, mostly on spinnerbaits today...one from a mill stream, one from the Chess & three from the Colne.
Simon popped down and witnessed one as we strolled around
Simon popped down and witnessed one as we strolled around
flightliner
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I was curious to see if the stick would produce on the Trent as good as it did a couple of weeks back. The tide was pretty good promising a little coulor but it would be 12-30 pm before it would be worth fishing. So, a liesurely journey to the river with a full house breakfast in a laybye greasy spoon cafe and inspection of two differant areas to fish because of a very chilly breeze finally had me tackled up some ten minutes from the off in a slightly sheltered reach on account of a high bank with a hawthorn hedge.
The colour was spot on but my fear of it clearing as the day wore on was fortunately unfounded.
The river finally started to go down and my six number four john dean stick bulked shotted with three number nines as droppers was finally on its way down to gainsboro.
Hemp n red maggots loose fed took about twenty minutes to bring a fish to hand--- a nice plump roach.
In the first hour I had taken fifteen fish but a slackening wind was causing me a few missed bites as prior to it lessoning the lighter ripple made it easy to see the black topped float visible as it swam past and thro the shadow of a far bank tree, now it was darker and trying to see bites with a black on black picture was less productive so a change to a similar float with a red top had me back in the driving seat once again.
I had been counting my fish and decided to carry on and what seemed no time I was up to sixty fish--- maybe on a ratio of one roach to every two , sometimes three really nice dace, some maybe a couple of inches longer than my outstreched hand, big indeed foy the Trent.
It was at that point that with maybe a little over an hour and a quarter to go before I was to pack up I could take maybe a hundred or more of these estimated five, sometimes six to the pound fish if I switched into my old match anglers mentality I used to need back in the sixties and seventies, hard work these days and sometimes "stickin it" is littered with tales of anglers high hopes being dashed on account of some fundamental mistake that could often see bites dry up .
At the end my tally was a hundred and ten fish-- even more than the catch I made two weeks earlier aand in all honestly tho I have had many a similar catch numbers wise I cant remember one that included so many dace--- such a good sign for my favourite river.
I really must try at least one more back breaking, top of the legs aching ' cos I'm stood up all day session again before I go back to finding a few more big fish before they finally become hard to locate in the colder months ahead, it really is about the nicest way to take a bag of fish-- roll on !.
The colour was spot on but my fear of it clearing as the day wore on was fortunately unfounded.
The river finally started to go down and my six number four john dean stick bulked shotted with three number nines as droppers was finally on its way down to gainsboro.
Hemp n red maggots loose fed took about twenty minutes to bring a fish to hand--- a nice plump roach.
In the first hour I had taken fifteen fish but a slackening wind was causing me a few missed bites as prior to it lessoning the lighter ripple made it easy to see the black topped float visible as it swam past and thro the shadow of a far bank tree, now it was darker and trying to see bites with a black on black picture was less productive so a change to a similar float with a red top had me back in the driving seat once again.
I had been counting my fish and decided to carry on and what seemed no time I was up to sixty fish--- maybe on a ratio of one roach to every two , sometimes three really nice dace, some maybe a couple of inches longer than my outstreched hand, big indeed foy the Trent.
It was at that point that with maybe a little over an hour and a quarter to go before I was to pack up I could take maybe a hundred or more of these estimated five, sometimes six to the pound fish if I switched into my old match anglers mentality I used to need back in the sixties and seventies, hard work these days and sometimes "stickin it" is littered with tales of anglers high hopes being dashed on account of some fundamental mistake that could often see bites dry up .
At the end my tally was a hundred and ten fish-- even more than the catch I made two weeks earlier aand in all honestly tho I have had many a similar catch numbers wise I cant remember one that included so many dace--- such a good sign for my favourite river.
I really must try at least one more back breaking, top of the legs aching ' cos I'm stood up all day session again before I go back to finding a few more big fish before they finally become hard to locate in the colder months ahead, it really is about the nicest way to take a bag of fish-- roll on !.
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Here's Flight's cracking net of silvers...
Looks like a nice stamp size there and a cracking account of your day flight, well done mate
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Thanks for that Steve, I purposely converted the pik into black and white in an attempt to hide the cammo trousers!.
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Thanks for that Steve, I purposely converted the pik into black and white in an attempt to hide the cammo trousers!.
What camo trousers... Where?
S-Kippy
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Well, despite the prophetic warnings about the M25 of a Friday from Brother Simon I have had such a mare of a week I decided to brave it and start this years zander odyssey at Bury Hill. The M25 didn't disappoint....it was moving OK until the M4 junction and then it reverted to type and I crawled round to the Dorking exit thinking that this must be what it's like to be a wildebeest.
All this excitement meant I was late arriving so I dropped in a swim near the car park simply because I wanted to get properly set up before the light started to go. That bit went well though I was in a right 2 and 8 because I couldn't find anything I needed in my bag.
It was typically quiet until the light started to go with only two pick up and drop which is very annoying but at least shows there are fish in the area. At about 1845 somebody threw a switch and the zander started to feed and did so for about 90 mins before somebody threw the off switch and all activity stopped as suddenly as it started. I was grateful for that because by then I was exhausted and gasping for a cuppa.
During that mad feeding spell I had 14 runs...1 airshot, I miss while I was recasting and 1 lost fish. The other 11 I turned into fish on the bank but I must have been sat on a nest of schoolies because the best went barely 6lb....I had a couple around 5 but most were around the 3lb mark bar a sprat of a pound and a half. Didn't seem to matter what I showed them....I was away within no time.
So...my zander season is off to a flyer in terms of numbers ( best session before yesterday was 8 fish) if not size. Still...it was good fun and made the effort worthwhile. I've not sat behind alarms since March and I do like it. The Carper's havent changed....still blinding me with their head torches and still incapable of sitting still.
Road closure in Dorking going home saw me embarking on a 40 min tour of the Surrey Hills through places I've never heard of only to emerge 2 miles down the road. A journey that should take me no more than 50 mins took nearly 2 hours but this time I can't blame that on the M25.
My alarms were playing up though which gives me an excuse to buy new ones so all in all a very good day !
All this excitement meant I was late arriving so I dropped in a swim near the car park simply because I wanted to get properly set up before the light started to go. That bit went well though I was in a right 2 and 8 because I couldn't find anything I needed in my bag.
It was typically quiet until the light started to go with only two pick up and drop which is very annoying but at least shows there are fish in the area. At about 1845 somebody threw a switch and the zander started to feed and did so for about 90 mins before somebody threw the off switch and all activity stopped as suddenly as it started. I was grateful for that because by then I was exhausted and gasping for a cuppa.
During that mad feeding spell I had 14 runs...1 airshot, I miss while I was recasting and 1 lost fish. The other 11 I turned into fish on the bank but I must have been sat on a nest of schoolies because the best went barely 6lb....I had a couple around 5 but most were around the 3lb mark bar a sprat of a pound and a half. Didn't seem to matter what I showed them....I was away within no time.
So...my zander season is off to a flyer in terms of numbers ( best session before yesterday was 8 fish) if not size. Still...it was good fun and made the effort worthwhile. I've not sat behind alarms since March and I do like it. The Carper's havent changed....still blinding me with their head torches and still incapable of sitting still.
Road closure in Dorking going home saw me embarking on a 40 min tour of the Surrey Hills through places I've never heard of only to emerge 2 miles down the road. A journey that should take me no more than 50 mins took nearly 2 hours but this time I can't blame that on the M25.
My alarms were playing up though which gives me an excuse to buy new ones so all in all a very good day !
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Like Skippy, I have not had the best of times recently and precious little time to go fishing. My wife lent me her car today and told me to go fishing (my car has had to be scrapped). I hastily raided the compost bin and took a tub of worms down to the river. It was very windy when I arrived at about 12pm and I struggled to get much interest until about 3pm, when the wind dropped. Drawing inspiration from Steve's epic Perch capture, I had decided to go for Perch too and I did get two at least. They would have been lost inside Steve's monster, but were welcome nonetheless. A Gonk and a tiny Dace were the only other captures, but at least there was no blank. I know I am a southern softy, but it felt bloody cold for October to me. Coming home to the sad news about Merv has dampened my spirits somewhat, but it was good to be out again. Good luck to all those out this weekend.
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All things considered I shall keep this briefer than normal...
Out on the river and sipping hot tea just before dawn this morning, it goes without saying that I just had to have another crack at those perch but today wasn’t to be the day.
The distractions were fun though…
The sad news of Merv’s passing reached me by mid-afternoon and the fishing really didn’t seem important after that, to say that such sad news of a man I had never met had that effect on me says everything that I can only struggle to try and put into words.
I would like to dedicate this post to his memory.
Tight lines Merv.
Out on the river and sipping hot tea just before dawn this morning, it goes without saying that I just had to have another crack at those perch but today wasn’t to be the day.
The distractions were fun though…
The sad news of Merv’s passing reached me by mid-afternoon and the fishing really didn’t seem important after that, to say that such sad news of a man I had never met had that effect on me says everything that I can only struggle to try and put into words.
I would like to dedicate this post to his memory.
Tight lines Merv.
The Sogster
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Fished my usual club stretch of the river Don today.
Chose a nice peg with a good steady glide about 4 feet deep between some dying streamer weed. Bait was maggots, bread, meat and hemp.
Despite the cold north easterly it was due to the direction of this stretch of river actually blowing gently upstream, perfect for the stick float.
Started on the float and after an hour or so had got the shotting and bait presentation right, turning the mashed maggots into dace. Not big but very welcome each one between 4 and 6oz before bumping 3 fish off in succession.
Despite the hook not bursting the maggots, I changed it anyway and next trot resulted in a fairly hooked dace.
This continued until the wind got up making the water choppy and feeding/ presentation difficult.
Persevered for another couple of hours taking a few bonus perch and some tiny roach before the wind dropped and the dace returned.
Finished with around an estimated 5 to 6lb.
Chose a nice peg with a good steady glide about 4 feet deep between some dying streamer weed. Bait was maggots, bread, meat and hemp.
Despite the cold north easterly it was due to the direction of this stretch of river actually blowing gently upstream, perfect for the stick float.
Started on the float and after an hour or so had got the shotting and bait presentation right, turning the mashed maggots into dace. Not big but very welcome each one between 4 and 6oz before bumping 3 fish off in succession.
Despite the hook not bursting the maggots, I changed it anyway and next trot resulted in a fairly hooked dace.
This continued until the wind got up making the water choppy and feeding/ presentation difficult.
Persevered for another couple of hours taking a few bonus perch and some tiny roach before the wind dropped and the dace returned.
Finished with around an estimated 5 to 6lb.
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I had a trip up to a northern river today with a group of my friends. We went up on the hunt for the local ladies, and we had our fair share . I had between 60 and 70 grayling and most of them were between 1lb and 2lb with a good number between 2 and 3lb, seriously good sport ! I also had about 25 trout up to about 2lb and even though they're out of season and also a by catch they put up some sterling acrobatic shows and tried their best to smash the hoolinks. I should have taken some pic's but the fish where all caught mid river and being as temperamental and fickle as grayling are I thought better of it...plus I didn't want to loose valuable trotting time by messin' about takin' pic's. Only problem with days like this is....I look forward to them for ages and then they're over in the blink of an eye !
. I had between 60 and 70 grayling and most of them were between 1lb and 2lb with a good number between 2 and 3lb, seriously good sport ! I also had about 25 trout up to about 2lb and even though they're out of season and also a by catch they put up some sterling acrobatic shows and tried their best to smash the hoolinks. I should have taken some pic's but the fish where all caught mid river and being as temperamental and fickle as grayling are I thought better of it...plus I didn't want to loose valuable trotting time by messin' about takin' pic's. Only problem with days like this is....I look forward to them for ages and then they're over in the blink of an eye !
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I decided on another river session today, for some reason completely unbeknown I took the ultra-light lure gear.
Proper autumn out there now with the colours really showing in the trees and the amount of willow leaves coming down the river, it wasn’t the usual predators that gave me some sport though…
I took this along with a belter of around 5 ½ lb on the jointed Savage Gear rainbow smolt that is just visible in the top right of the picture and wish I’d taken my phone with me to where I’d waded to when I caught the larger fish but it was probably all for the best and far safer staying in my bag which was some distance away on the bank, especially with my previous.
I actually came home with the same amount of lures that I arrived with… That has to be a first!
Even so I think a full day at it has got lure fishing out of my system for a good few months and I can hang the lure gear back on the wall where it spends the vast majority of its time safe in the knowledge that I can justify its existence once again.
Came a right cropper towards the end after walking along a steep bank and taking a step onto fresh air and going r’se over tit and finally coming to rest at the bottom with one leg in the water, I can feel myself stiffening up as I write.
My first thought upon landing was something along the lines of how typical it was to do that right at the death after going a whole day without breaking anything and half expecting to see a foot pointing in the wrong direction but all is intact.
I think something ice cold and alcoholic will help ease things, purely medicinal mind… :w
Proper autumn out there now with the colours really showing in the trees and the amount of willow leaves coming down the river, it wasn’t the usual predators that gave me some sport though…
I took this along with a belter of around 5 ½ lb on the jointed Savage Gear rainbow smolt that is just visible in the top right of the picture and wish I’d taken my phone with me to where I’d waded to when I caught the larger fish but it was probably all for the best and far safer staying in my bag which was some distance away on the bank, especially with my previous.
I actually came home with the same amount of lures that I arrived with… That has to be a first!
Even so I think a full day at it has got lure fishing out of my system for a good few months and I can hang the lure gear back on the wall where it spends the vast majority of its time safe in the knowledge that I can justify its existence once again.
Came a right cropper towards the end after walking along a steep bank and taking a step onto fresh air and going r’se over tit and finally coming to rest at the bottom with one leg in the water, I can feel myself stiffening up as I write.
My first thought upon landing was something along the lines of how typical it was to do that right at the death after going a whole day without breaking anything and half expecting to see a foot pointing in the wrong direction but all is intact.
I think something ice cold and alcoholic will help ease things, purely medicinal mind… :w
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It's not that exciting a read!
I'd be selling it at £100 a pop if it could have that effect
You will know the swim where that was taken Sam, I went rock hopping to the other side to bag the other one
sam vimes
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I'd be selling it at £100 a pop if it could have that effect
You will know the swim where that was taken Sam, I went rock hopping to the other side to bag the other one
I guess the river is fairly low then.
edsurf
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Nice Throop Chub trotting today 5.2 Lbs
thecrow
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That'll teach you to laugh at your mate sliding down the bank with that Pike on his lap, I did find it funny when you told me though
Hope your ok.