Before I buggered off to the Balearics I had a little go at the top of the tidal, nice trot down the back eddy. some obliging dace then these two knobs pitched up. Plonked their gear down nosily just where I'd got the fish feeding confidently. One even spent half a hour chucking a rake about. And he had poxy bite alarms he kept "testing".
Bureboyblog
Mostly fishing, mainly North Norfolk
Saturday, 2 September 2023
(Slightly) new horizons
Thursday, 31 August 2023
Time flies
Can't believe it's been over a month since Flying Ant Day and I've seen conkers on the ground already.
Of course I've been bothering bream and tench still, and probably will as long as there is some Source Minis in the bait fridge. Fished some different places and best of the bunch was this lovely bream of over 7 and a nice solid tench.
Saturday, 29 July 2023
Flying ant day
I got as far as looking at the shingle (no sign of life) buying feathers (tiny ones, got mugged off by tackle dealer who had the 'special ones' under the counter for his mates, never going back) then taking the safe option of there is always next year.
So you'll get the usual suspects to look at again. I think they are in the right order. Can't keep away from the shaded swim and that is in part because the fish seem to swim away from the pads (mostly) on their first run. I really don't want to lose any towing gear, even with barbless hooks or break my replacement tip section again. 4mm pellets, a few 12mm Source and a gentle swing out of the Puddle Chucker. Simplicity itself.
First up a dashing little male hitting the line with its paint brush tail. Plucky things aren't they?
Thursday, 20 July 2023
Famine and Feast
Fooking wind. I hate it. Even a warm westerly. And when its 40mph plus... looked for a widow maker less spot on Golden Pond, tucked away just yards away from the busy main road, listening to the traffic crunching over fallen branches. Looks idyllic sheltered from the raging wind. Idyllic may be but not one dip on the float and just two brief patches of bubbles in my allotted 90 minutes
Off or long shore winds for the most part on this corner of heaven jutting out into the North Sea at the mo and the makkies are having a whale of a time gorging on natures rich bounty. I should get out there, perhaps next year
Sunday, 9 July 2023
Where have alll the QM1 #10s gone?
Another hot afternoon, the surface of the pond was covered in poplar fluff and great hippo like bream slowly rolled on the greasy Limpopo surface. Time to seek shade and ditch the flat beds and fish for bites, not fizzing baitrunners. A few handfuls of pellets and a sprinkling of Source minis and draw the puddle chucker back over that bed of oozing attraction, just off the pads.
The flouro orange tip of the puddle chucker wobbled and slowly sank away, the strike hit home and the anti- reverse slipped off, The fish, a lovely hybrid did the usual, punching way above either parents fighting weight. A thick set fish, a good two pounds plus I thought.
Another bite, and another fight, unmistakeably a tench, sorely testing the 13 foot Drennan, in the pads and then the bankside fibrous roots and trailing briars. A cracking spawned out female with an unusual white edging to the ventrals. Lovely custard yellow belly and those teddy bear red eyes.
Sunday, 2 July 2023
Catch up
Haven't fished much over the last fortnight or even checked into Blog land much so this will be a quick catch up.
Had a splendid couple of hours last Saturday catching up with Bream Slayer and had an equally splendid pair of tench and pair of bream on the ever faithful flat beds and wafters. We both remarked on the quantity of fry and slightly bigger 'silvers' feasting on a massive hatch that had also attracted large numbers of swallows.
Monday, 19 June 2023
Last dtch
No early doors river opening day river trip for me, the Commander in Chief wasn't keen and when I did call in at the mill pool on the way to work to see what I'd missed it was full of old women swimming. I think they had driven the kayakers off down river.
Just an hour on Saturday evening in a lily fringed corner of Golden Pond. Just one bream tripped up at 21.02 which should have seen me crunching down the long gravel drive of BureBoi Villas as nine o'clock is wine o'clock. It's not far and I wasn't too late.