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Isnt that the crocodile rumoured to have bred with a duck?
Blimey Graham, the last bird I saw with a pair of choppers on it like that was the ex
How did you get on?
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Blimey Graham, the last bird I saw with a pair of choppers on it like that was the ex
dorsetandchub
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Bet she wasn't that good looking.......
peter crabtree
AKA Simon, 1953 - 2022 (RIP)
I sent mine off on a beautiful pea green boat.......
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robtherake
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I sent mine off on a beautiful pea green boat.......
A little meowl?
dorsetandchub
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My cat starts owling around feeding time
Got out after the Chub today, the river had finally got to a decent level after weeks of being very high....
Still a bit higher than I would have liked but nonetheless produced a few fish, these two being the better ones.....
Bit breezy at times but warm, good to be out again!
Still a bit higher than I would have liked but nonetheless produced a few fish, these two being the better ones.....
Bit breezy at times but warm, good to be out again!
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Reservoir piking yesterday,strong breeze but very little rain which went against the forecast.
Only had one run on a sardine tail on a 2 hook rig cast as far as the west wind would take it - 11lb-er & very easy to unhook. Sat watching 2 buzzards trying to find a thermal and one had a sense of humour as it chased a crow for about 400 yards or more.
Only had one run on a sardine tail on a 2 hook rig cast as far as the west wind would take it - 11lb-er & very easy to unhook. Sat watching 2 buzzards trying to find a thermal and one had a sense of humour as it chased a crow for about 400 yards or more.
The Runner
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First time out in a month and club match on the Colne at Uxbridge. River looking very big fish or bust, about 8 inches up and running very dirty.
Drew the old chub flier peg 11 at the upstream point of the island- used to be THE swim but never been right since the big floods a couple of years ago and now, in winter at any rate, is usually just the odd chub and occasional barbel.
Odd swim to fish as you are facing the flow and the usual method is either a feeder 20 yards upstream or trot a waggler back towards you. Looking upstream...
although you can occasionally catch downstream to the right in the top of the sluice
Running a bit hard today for the float but still set up 3aa waggler, shotted almost like a stick apart from the bulk around the float and a maggot feeder/ bomb rod, both with 0.13 hooklength and an 18 B911. Not much to report after that...Spent probably just over half the match on the feeder without a sign, and had only bite halfway through on waggler tight to the far bank in some slower water- 3oz perch. Only 6 caught out of 15.
One barbel for 7-14 won it, then two with single chub and a couple of bits for 3-13-8 and 3-7
and then this was 4th from a couple of swims downstream of me. Not what you would expect from barely 3 ft of pacy water in January. It went 3-1 and would have been a bit more but for regurgitating the remains of a 5 inch perch...
Drew the old chub flier peg 11 at the upstream point of the island- used to be THE swim but never been right since the big floods a couple of years ago and now, in winter at any rate, is usually just the odd chub and occasional barbel.
Odd swim to fish as you are facing the flow and the usual method is either a feeder 20 yards upstream or trot a waggler back towards you. Looking upstream...
although you can occasionally catch downstream to the right in the top of the sluice
Running a bit hard today for the float but still set up 3aa waggler, shotted almost like a stick apart from the bulk around the float and a maggot feeder/ bomb rod, both with 0.13 hooklength and an 18 B911. Not much to report after that...Spent probably just over half the match on the feeder without a sign, and had only bite halfway through on waggler tight to the far bank in some slower water- 3oz perch. Only 6 caught out of 15.
One barbel for 7-14 won it, then two with single chub and a couple of bits for 3-13-8 and 3-7
and then this was 4th from a couple of swims downstream of me. Not what you would expect from barely 3 ft of pacy water in January. It went 3-1 and would have been a bit more but for regurgitating the remains of a 5 inch perch...
peter crabtree
AKA Simon, 1953 - 2022 (RIP)
I think you meant February mart....
No fishing for me today but I went out late morning to check out another Colne tributary, the river Gade in a local park and it's looking good for a try during this coming week...
No fishing for me today but I went out late morning to check out another Colne tributary, the river Gade in a local park and it's looking good for a try during this coming week...
dorsetandchub
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Found myself with the rarest of gifts at the minute, a spare day. After looking around houses and searching for one not too far from decent fishing, I was either going to do some fishing or something I'd later regret so I opted for the fishing. I remembered another set of lakes a little further on from my fave commie and though the site was open, there'd be no campers and tourists so a peaceful day should ensue. The Tench Lake is quite shallow here, warms quickly and usually provides some reward for one's efforts.
A week or two back, I'd purchased a pair of Browning Ultimatch 50 reels of some 20 years or so vintage, courtesy of fleabay. To put you, dear reader, in the picture - said reels come with four, yes four, spools and were original in 30 (modern day 3000) and 50 (can you guess?) sizes. The usage choice is extremely limited as there's no clutch so it's backwind or....well, that's yer lot. Just to antagonise Skippy a tad further, the handles are balance weighted and a tad bigger than they really need to be but I like em.
So, there we are. A Drennan Tench Float Mk4 and 8lb Maxima to a 5BB Drennan straight peacock waggler and a ready tied size 10 hair rig to braid. Simples!
Bait was a nearly forgotten bag of Bait Tech 16mm pellets (pre drilled) and a bag of Tesco's large sized prawns with chilli which, like a Bosch painting, resembled a collection of crayfish at a nudist beach. Plan to try these on the rivers in the Summer, also.
I pouched out two decent helpings of chilli hemp with le catty and cast to one side of an island which was showing definite signs of Spring with flowers starting to burst out and various birds visiting, many collecting nesting materials. I'm not a fan of Winter if I'm honest and I hope the flora and fauna are thumbing their collective noses (those that have them, anyway) at the season - it would certainly make me feel better. Started off a donkey pellet.
So there it was. Ipod on and some decent rock (Credence, Blue Oyster Cult, AC/DC) under the Tilley, flask to hand and good to go.
I wasn't expecting rocket speed sport and, equally, wasn't disappointed. Nothing stirred. I obviously wasn't after bits and was sticking it out for the big hit. Anything that took would hopefully be worth the wait.
Two hours in and the float suddenly shot under. I hit it well enough and in good time but no resistance or connection. A liner likely but a start at least, pellet seemed ok so back out to the same place and another pouch of hemp.
Half an hour down the line and it went again but this time no liner. After a short, spirited scrap a plucky mirror circa 5lbs (but to you £3.50 for cash) was netted.
Another hour, another pellet, another bite. Another carp, a common a shade bigger, in the region of 6lbs. An interesting fish, not a mark on it, looked freshly minted. Back went this beautiful bar of gold to, hopefully, make someone else smile one day.
Another couple of hours slowly crept by, coffee brought no bites but surely tasted good and brought much appreciated warmth. I changed the pellet out for a big dog of a prawn in the hope of an even bigger dog of a perch. An injury time winner in the Crabtree Perch Cup and it's the big scouser who's got it.....and Jurgen Klopp's on the pitch. Ok, snap fingers, reality check, no perch, no glory.
My mind actually was beginning to wander as the Drennan dived again and, this time, the resistance was far heavier. The fish powered off around the island and plodded around there for a while before, having stood up and edged stage left, I got some pressure on it and it slowly, begrudgingly made its way back to open water and steamed up and down over fifteen yards or so, a number of times.
Eventually, it tired and that last gulp of air helped it fall into the landing net. This one was a near double, somewhere just short of nine and a half at a guess.
A good test for the new reel which it passed with flying colours.
Back out and one more, about ninety minutes later. Again, on prawn. A plucky little scrapper of just a couple of pounds - a proper Mighty Mirror (Atom).
By now, it was getting close to 3pm and I tackled down with a big smile. A day I'd really enjoyed and I vowed to myself not to be so silly and forget about this place again. I promised myself a day here again, if not more, in warmer times and climes.
Home to a big mug of tea and, later, a sweet and sour and Brenda Blethyn howkin Geordie bad boys straight inta jail....
Have a great week all and take it easy.
A week or two back, I'd purchased a pair of Browning Ultimatch 50 reels of some 20 years or so vintage, courtesy of fleabay. To put you, dear reader, in the picture - said reels come with four, yes four, spools and were original in 30 (modern day 3000) and 50 (can you guess?) sizes. The usage choice is extremely limited as there's no clutch so it's backwind or....well, that's yer lot. Just to antagonise Skippy a tad further, the handles are balance weighted and a tad bigger than they really need to be but I like em.
So, there we are. A Drennan Tench Float Mk4 and 8lb Maxima to a 5BB Drennan straight peacock waggler and a ready tied size 10 hair rig to braid. Simples!
Bait was a nearly forgotten bag of Bait Tech 16mm pellets (pre drilled) and a bag of Tesco's large sized prawns with chilli which, like a Bosch painting, resembled a collection of crayfish at a nudist beach. Plan to try these on the rivers in the Summer, also.
I pouched out two decent helpings of chilli hemp with le catty and cast to one side of an island which was showing definite signs of Spring with flowers starting to burst out and various birds visiting, many collecting nesting materials. I'm not a fan of Winter if I'm honest and I hope the flora and fauna are thumbing their collective noses (those that have them, anyway) at the season - it would certainly make me feel better. Started off a donkey pellet.
So there it was. Ipod on and some decent rock (Credence, Blue Oyster Cult, AC/DC) under the Tilley, flask to hand and good to go.
I wasn't expecting rocket speed sport and, equally, wasn't disappointed. Nothing stirred. I obviously wasn't after bits and was sticking it out for the big hit. Anything that took would hopefully be worth the wait.
Two hours in and the float suddenly shot under. I hit it well enough and in good time but no resistance or connection. A liner likely but a start at least, pellet seemed ok so back out to the same place and another pouch of hemp.
Half an hour down the line and it went again but this time no liner. After a short, spirited scrap a plucky mirror circa 5lbs (but to you £3.50 for cash) was netted.
Another hour, another pellet, another bite. Another carp, a common a shade bigger, in the region of 6lbs. An interesting fish, not a mark on it, looked freshly minted. Back went this beautiful bar of gold to, hopefully, make someone else smile one day.
Another couple of hours slowly crept by, coffee brought no bites but surely tasted good and brought much appreciated warmth. I changed the pellet out for a big dog of a prawn in the hope of an even bigger dog of a perch. An injury time winner in the Crabtree Perch Cup and it's the big scouser who's got it.....and Jurgen Klopp's on the pitch. Ok, snap fingers, reality check, no perch, no glory.
My mind actually was beginning to wander as the Drennan dived again and, this time, the resistance was far heavier. The fish powered off around the island and plodded around there for a while before, having stood up and edged stage left, I got some pressure on it and it slowly, begrudgingly made its way back to open water and steamed up and down over fifteen yards or so, a number of times.
Eventually, it tired and that last gulp of air helped it fall into the landing net. This one was a near double, somewhere just short of nine and a half at a guess.
A good test for the new reel which it passed with flying colours.
Back out and one more, about ninety minutes later. Again, on prawn. A plucky little scrapper of just a couple of pounds - a proper Mighty Mirror (Atom).
By now, it was getting close to 3pm and I tackled down with a big smile. A day I'd really enjoyed and I vowed to myself not to be so silly and forget about this place again. I promised myself a day here again, if not more, in warmer times and climes.
Home to a big mug of tea and, later, a sweet and sour and Brenda Blethyn howkin Geordie bad boys straight inta jail....
Have a great week all and take it easy.
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I am more than sufficiently antagonised simply by the fact that they are Browning's....never mind what sort of stupid handle they might have. I bought a Browning reel once....it can only have been for a dare !
Enjoy ! Just don't get them out anywhere near me.
Enjoy ! Just don't get them out anywhere near me.
dorsetandchub
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Thank you very much for those few, kind words....
Diplomatic as ever, just for once I wish you'd say what you mean and get them fence splinters out ya jacks, man!!
Diplomatic as ever, just for once I wish you'd say what you mean and get them fence splinters out ya jacks, man!!
robtherake
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Since Sunday's drizzly-but-warmish forecast was the best in an otherwise rather dour week, I sallied forth to the roach pool for another crack at those perch. It was a funny old session for reasons which will become apparent.....
I've been wanting a crack at the only peg with a snag in it; the remains of a fallen tree about fifteen feet out. Today's brisk wind was pushing onto it from the left and I could see the line blowing over the tree more times than my temper would stand, so I opted for the same sheltered peg as last time, on the west bank, fishing a worm on the deck three rods out into 12 feet of water. I thought the series of frosts might have slowed sport a little, and it seemed so at first, although these perch don't generally come out to play until the last couple of hours, so I wasn't overly worried.
It's funny how your senses come alive sometimes just before a bite, and as the world (and my float) momentarily came into sharper focus, so the float did a disappearing act. This fish wasn't fighting like a perch and I was soon looking at a perfectly formed common of a pound or so that took the worm as it hit bottom. Off the mark then, even if it was a nuisance fish. :wh I backed off the feed a bit, not wanting to encourage the bait hoovers any more than necessary, and maybe ten minutes later the float pulled under slow and steady, the thumpety-thump nature of the fight indicating a reasonable perch; and so it was, but the hook pulled out on the way to net - a fish of a pound or so. Fortunately the resultant tangle was a "round and round" and the bait was soon back out there again.
Dusk was now approaching and I popped a mini chemical light on the tip of the 3 swan Stillwater Khaki (TM). It promptly disappeared, but this was no perch and was going for the lake's speed record. Five minutes later (and a few high jinks in a marginal patch of dead weeds) and I was looking at another fully-scaled intruder, this time about 7 or 8 pounds. Good fun, but not what I'd come for; shouldn't they be off eating boilies or something?
The last fish had made quite a commotion, but the next cast saw the float just keep going and this time it was a decent perch, shaking its head like a good 'un. It popped up a few feet in front of the net and when it lay on its side it was obvious it would up my modest 2-3 perch best by half a pound or so ....until the hook pulled again! Drat, double drat, triple drat and curses.mg:
I thought that would be game over - it was almost fully dark now and I had a tangle to undo....which fell out, no problem. This is new territory, this self-untangling tangles thing. Hook still sharp, so best have a last cast then - foolish not to, really. Ten seconds later the float buried again - I fed a robin, don't you know, and it must've worked - but no, it was a snag....that moved off, banging and plodding around in circles and a fair old test for the Drennan waggler rod. Nothing it hasn't coped with yet, though, and after a ten minute tug of war I came out the winner. It was a fair lump so on the scales it went - 15lb 9oz of worm-robbing mirror carp.
Some days are like that; the best laid plans lying in ruins, but I'd had fun and got my string pulled. Furthermore, I'd almost landed a cracking perch from a peg that had only thrown up pound-plussers before this. It's fast becoming my banker swim; long may it continue. (It was almost worth the ear-bashing for leaving my phone at home.....almost.)
I've been wanting a crack at the only peg with a snag in it; the remains of a fallen tree about fifteen feet out. Today's brisk wind was pushing onto it from the left and I could see the line blowing over the tree more times than my temper would stand, so I opted for the same sheltered peg as last time, on the west bank, fishing a worm on the deck three rods out into 12 feet of water. I thought the series of frosts might have slowed sport a little, and it seemed so at first, although these perch don't generally come out to play until the last couple of hours, so I wasn't overly worried.
It's funny how your senses come alive sometimes just before a bite, and as the world (and my float) momentarily came into sharper focus, so the float did a disappearing act. This fish wasn't fighting like a perch and I was soon looking at a perfectly formed common of a pound or so that took the worm as it hit bottom. Off the mark then, even if it was a nuisance fish. :wh I backed off the feed a bit, not wanting to encourage the bait hoovers any more than necessary, and maybe ten minutes later the float pulled under slow and steady, the thumpety-thump nature of the fight indicating a reasonable perch; and so it was, but the hook pulled out on the way to net - a fish of a pound or so. Fortunately the resultant tangle was a "round and round" and the bait was soon back out there again.
Dusk was now approaching and I popped a mini chemical light on the tip of the 3 swan Stillwater Khaki (TM). It promptly disappeared, but this was no perch and was going for the lake's speed record. Five minutes later (and a few high jinks in a marginal patch of dead weeds) and I was looking at another fully-scaled intruder, this time about 7 or 8 pounds. Good fun, but not what I'd come for; shouldn't they be off eating boilies or something?
The last fish had made quite a commotion, but the next cast saw the float just keep going and this time it was a decent perch, shaking its head like a good 'un. It popped up a few feet in front of the net and when it lay on its side it was obvious it would up my modest 2-3 perch best by half a pound or so ....until the hook pulled again! Drat, double drat, triple drat and curses.
mg:I thought that would be game over - it was almost fully dark now and I had a tangle to undo....which fell out, no problem. This is new territory, this self-untangling tangles thing. Hook still sharp, so best have a last cast then - foolish not to, really. Ten seconds later the float buried again - I fed a robin, don't you know, and it must've worked - but no, it was a snag....that moved off, banging and plodding around in circles and a fair old test for the Drennan waggler rod. Nothing it hasn't coped with yet, though, and after a ten minute tug of war I came out the winner. It was a fair lump so on the scales it went - 15lb 9oz of worm-robbing mirror carp.
Some days are like that; the best laid plans lying in ruins, but I'd had fun and got my string pulled. Furthermore, I'd almost landed a cracking perch from a peg that had only thrown up pound-plussers before this. It's fast becoming my banker swim; long may it continue.
(It was almost worth the ear-bashing for leaving my phone at home.....almost.)
Despite a hangover I managed a few hours on the Thames today at Cigarette Island. The river was really pacy and pushing through and the heaviest lead I had with me wouldn't hold the bottom, so no chance of trying for barbel or big bream out in the middle.
I moved down to the confluence with the Mole which was better. Had a tiny perch, then a slightly bigger one, then a bigger one to about 8oz. Finally had a tiny nibble of a bite and hit into a bream of about 2 lbs (I guess) which really put up a fight.
Anyway, nice to be out in the fresh air and the scenery ain't half bad.
Fishing with a view
First tiny perch, which I thought was going to save me a blank
Best perch of the day
Best fish of the day, a tiny knock of a bite then a hell of a fight to the net
Also had company in the form of begging swans who were too proud to take maggot, corn or luncheon meat
I moved down to the confluence with the Mole which was better. Had a tiny perch, then a slightly bigger one, then a bigger one to about 8oz. Finally had a tiny nibble of a bite and hit into a bream of about 2 lbs (I guess) which really put up a fight.
Anyway, nice to be out in the fresh air and the scenery ain't half bad.
Fishing with a view
First tiny perch, which I thought was going to save me a blank
Best perch of the day
Best fish of the day, a tiny knock of a bite then a hell of a fight to the net
Also had company in the form of begging swans who were too proud to take maggot, corn or luncheon meat
robtherake
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Awesome shot of the swan - the light's marvellous.
barbelboi
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I had a couple of hours trotting for roach last Thursday (bit late downloading the pics as I’ve been uploading the software for my new camera after upgrading the OS on my laptop and PC to Win 10). Anyway, the morning was wall to wall sunshine but thankfully had clouded over by the time I arrived – the advantages of taking one’s time. At least a dozen roach and a couple of chub all taken on single red maggot to an 18.
. At least a dozen roach and a couple of chub all taken on single red maggot to an 18.
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Nice roach Jerry and a good looking pair of forceps if ever I saw some
barbelboi
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Nice roach Jerry and a good looking pair of forceps if ever I saw some
Yep, they're the big forceps I generally use for pike Steve - at least a foot long..:wh