Plenty of insects down at the Mill in the week but not a hirundine in sight or sound. Wrong kind of insects? Perhaps they like the sort that used to encrust our wind screens and number plates.
Bureboyblog
Mostly fishing, mainly North Norfolk
Sunday, 15 May 2022
The world is still turning..
Sunday, 8 May 2022
No one likes a blanker
I had a very short window this afternoon so I did chuck a puddle chucker about on Golden Pond to see if I could turn the mainly half hearted lifts I had yesterday into more positive bites.
Saturday, 7 May 2022
Colour me
It has rained in North Norfolkcestershire, twice in fact, which has made the garden sparkle when the sun comes out afterwards.
I got myself on to my Island Paradise this afternoon down in Golden Pond and despite missing several bites on link ledgered Source I managed to get three bream into the stink net. Water, weed and fish warm to the touch for the first time this year. First few rhodos out too. Think I'll try the puddle chucker next time to increase the chances converted ratio.
Sunday, 1 May 2022
The Source of the Nile and The Duck Egg Blues.
The Source. I've banged on about it for ages now but what a bait. I use it in 12mm size and a kilo bag lasts and keeps for absolutely ages as I usually top up the loose feed with 6-8mm pellets, and usually those would be Spicy Sausage as the Source ones are bit more expensive. I also have the wafters in about 15m.
Shorts again today, and the fiery ginger beer to celebrate not turning into a goose pimpled block of ice.
Monday, 25 April 2022
Funny how things work out
I gambled on the shorts and in the end it was the goose pimples on my legs and hands that could have done with gloves that had me scurrying home well before wine o'clock. It's this cold wind that is doing it. Blustery and mean. It was after 3.45 before I'd got the first underarm swings of the flat beds out to the bottom of the slope I'd found by leading about, and as ever yellow pineapple peril on the left, shocking pink tuna in the right. And the tuna wafters were very popular, but a series of strikes with the baitrunner still in free spool, a branch on the hook and once the wafter stuck in the fins of the feeder left me exasperated. All this time barely a twitch in the left hand rod. I was mulling over a twin tuna attack when a connexion on the strike and a very feisty performance by this crusty old male bream on the left hand rod changed all that as you can see by the little glimpse of yellow.
A rare and solitary snap off at the spade on the tuna rod to a butt ringer (barbless QM1 so it should be shed quickly) was soon nullified by another take on the pineapple rod and another bream was on the mat.
Tuesday, 19 April 2022
Meat means...
I'd planned a foray up the Wensum Valley to chase a few mudpigs. A boilies and cans/tins ban had me searching out some old Bacon Grill to chop up to impale with my bayonet stops
but I remembered it was a Bank Holiday and I'd likely to be forced to listen to lots of old bois probably in trackie bottoms and vests shouting out to each other across the lake and banging in bank sticks and stuff so parked up a mere 5 mins from Bureboi Villas on Golden Pond. Just mewing buzzards, mallards, greylags and and road noise to put up with. Link legering again with meat on one and mini Source on the other. Korum running rigs and a light bomb due to the silt and the fact that I'd be dropping them on the fishes' heads in about 3 feet of water at best.
Sunday, 17 April 2022
Island mentality
Dirk took his shorter White Sox to Golden Pond on Thursday, and even managed to pair up his plimsolls. The Island was free so of there he trudged.
Puddle chuckers and mini Source boilies. Pads not up properly yet and the odd bubblers a way out which gave rise to a problem. I'd spooled up with 6 lb Sensor, tough as old boots but quite heavy which meant a strike at distance meant pulling it up a lot to get contact to hit the bite as it was as saggy as a witches tit. resulting in two missed bites and a brief contact then off. No matter. a very pleasant afternoon listening to the buzzards mewing and the greylags jostling for supremacy. Most of the goslings slip nicely down the gullet of ol'essox, indeed I cant recall any successful broods but some must make it I guess.
Hot enough for lunch outside yesterday.....enough mayo to make The Creative shudder.
Then back to the Island Paradise with link ledgers and bobbins, and though you don't gat the almost certainty of the self hook method feeder approach it it satisfying to hit the take as the bobbin lifts up, and as tighter to the bait the saggy tits Sensor lifts that bit quicker. Quick enough to take two bream and a rather battered (well healed) carp , all silt black mouth and recent hook marks. I never once felt out of control on the 1.25tc Advantas which I'd decided to use, rather than break down the method gear on the longer Korums. Nice action too.
Source muncherWednesday, 13 April 2022
Dirk Wears White Sox
Dirk may well Wear White Sox but I doubt he wears odd shoes. I think the cataracts are starting to worsen...
Sunday, 10 April 2022
Burnt offerings
Saturday saw Sheringham invaded by hordes of Vikings and the ritual burning of a longboat on the shore. I was famished having been bream bothering and ordered up a Guac and Mole burger whilst I waited.