Sunday 30 October 2016

Golden brown

October drawing to an end and leaf fall beginning, no frosts or big winds. Strange muted light today. Too warm for a coat but not enough for just a tee shirt. Had planned an afternoon trotting worms but reel said no so piking then, and on the Ressie.

Two hours gone and only a couple of dips on the floats to show that anything was noticing the Pollan, despite twitching back. Just taken this and the near left bait away, on then gone, long enough to have felt decent. Just scraps of the pollan left on the trebles

Fellow syndicate member Grass Carp Dave has just revealed how much he had enjoyed me turning the air blue, not so sure about those on the noddy train just passing over the bridge.

Once again the bait under the small unpainted poly was heading off and a small but acrobatic little snapper had broken the blank. Another meandering take on the same rod that came adrift.

Temperature dropping and dew forming. Still no proper light from that rheumy sun.

Different rod this time, just to the left and out of direct sight, line lifting and a better fish to finish off the afternoon. Dark by 5.

Thursday 27 October 2016


Took the Bureboy Charabanc down a Suffolk lane or two to check out our family getaway at Butley Mills next week.

Would have been rude not to call in at Aldeburgh to feed the little un's on the shingle and let them chuck a few  tons of shingle back into the North Sea.

Wonder if the cod will run this winter?

Noise Annoys

Took the train up the City to The Waterfront last night. On the bill were the Buzzcocks on a 40 year anniversary tour. Standard clientelle for this sort of thing, mostly 50/60 somethings in glasses and not much hair.

Steve Diggle was fooking having it, strutting about and having a whale of a time. He looks like Steve Maconie's flash get brother. Pete Shelley looks like Johnny Vegas.

Loud, energetic thrash through the old standards and some new stuff. Cue crap Instagram

Sunday 23 October 2016

Slicker. Slicker conspiracy. Slicker

What is the point of  John Stones? Oh, he's a ball playing centre back. No,  he is a plum. Just get rid the fecking ball man. Him and Bravo are a right pair of clowns.

Sardines. Dontcha just love that big oily slick they send up?

One pike did have a munch but to my horror before I'd even really connected the lot came shooting back, trace snapped at the top treble. Hate leaving hooks in fish, thankfully a rare event.

Mood slightly improved by watching the precision placement of baits and tackle oh, at least 30 yards out by bait boat.. Lord Lite had it thus: fookin helmet.

Did go back today to see if I could catch the escapee for retro surgery but not even the proverbial sausage. Plenty of bream or mudpigs feeding, startled by a low flying yaffle and wonderful kingfisher displays. They have a hover mode, at some height here on Captains. At least the swans have gone,

Autumn is creeping in before the clocks change.

I am not getting on with my new Canon EOS 1300D, seriously considering Flea-bay or a trade in for another Nikon. Shite rash purchase.

Lord Lite reported a good tide on the Roker, 33 in total between 2 with one of 12 lb. Black butter and capers with mine please.

Sunday 16 October 2016

Back in the groove

It was still dark when  I found Lord Lite of Thorrington's car, safely tucked into the only safe bit of parking with no inkling of which track to take to the water. Shite mobile signal was not helping, and neither was Lord Lite's insistence the main gates were open as he could see cars in the car park. The gates weren't open and remained firmly shut for an hour and a quarter.

Round to the favoured swim and Lord Lite's near bait, paternostered just past a large bed of weed was away before I'd got  a rod in.

Nearing the net it shook it's head  and ejected the bait. Close enough to count we thought. His second wasn't as it was barely on. By this time  I had got  a sardine out to the right a  little further past the weed  and  a smelt out in much deeper water. Kettle on then...

The subsurface weed was growing in an extensive belt and harboured countless thousands of fry which would boil and scatter in impressively large groups, at times 3 or 5 yards deep and 15 yards  in length. Undoubtedly some of the fish moving through causing the explosions may have been pike or perch but equally could have been bream or larger roach, and were probably the cause of a few clip outs, before a more determined tap on the rod tip and the drop off swinging loose below the reel. Something had snaffled the smelt out there in about 18-20 feet. Cue Lord Lite's sledging about having a fag before striking. Fish on, and not that big, certainly warranted only a quick flick of the pliers and away it went.

Then another little un (that had shown as quite long to me at first glimpse) really  it's parts on for the camera with plenty of head shakes and leaps before gliding in to the waiting forceps. Again, to  the long range smelt

Lord Lite left one that twanged the tip on his paternoster rod, on retrieving bait had gone, then it was my turn to taste disappointment when a much better fish on the long range smelt  was off after a decent struggle. We do wonder why the pike take baits hard on the bottom at depth when the prey fish are mostly up in the water?

Lord Lite was getting a little restless by now and his mood wasn't improved when this chap, and shortly after his less confident and less stable companion appeared from stage right.

One last tea was ordered before breaking camp to move on down to a deeper area and barely drunk when a smelt out again further out to my right had the drop off swinging and line snaking away. Several surging runs and then this beauty was mine. Lord Lite did the honours with the scales and it was just under 14. Quite solid  for an early autumn fish.

We 'd hoped for a RV with a couple of the Old Feckers, no Goozagog but Colin did come for a look, we haven't seen him for over 30 years and he was like a kid in a sweetshop looking at all the rods etc. Hopefully Lord Lite can get him on some fish in the near future.

All in all a good day, lots of tea, lots of squit and a clonker. Can't be bad.

Wednesday 12 October 2016

Vanity publishing

Given the revisionist Derrigate raging all over Facebook seems only proper to plunder the Bureboy archive in search of any remaining  evidence of the dreaded Derriboot, not to destroy or deny but to get in there first before Lord Lite of Thorrington employs devilish Russian hackers to bring the house of Bureboy tumbling down. Though we have had an admission of Derriboot wearing  from a retuning new boy to the fold very recently.

There will be lots of these

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Sunday 9 October 2016

He gets intimidated by the dirty pigeons

Took some of new pigeon conditioner mix down to the Ressie yesterday. In truth some of the mix a bit too substantial for trickling in  as loose feed but for ideal for getting 'em grubbing about and getting their heads down..

Couldn't get the better fish interested so it was just small stuff,  best of the bunch this roach and a perch.

Did get a bit excited when  the laid flat chubber twitched and  cocked  but as it picked up speed it was clear that a pike had snaffled the small deadbait and not the hoped for perch. Really charged around on the perch gear, getting fully airborne. Unhooked itself in the margins. About 8lb.

Saturday 1 October 2016

Roach tastic

Though weather forecast dampened our bass plans Essex Scribbler aka Lord Lite Thorrington  (or today Dale) sampled the delights of a bay off the main body of a public supply reservoir overlooking a large estuary and it's sweeping road bridge.

Took a while to suss the drop offs and beds of Canadian pond weed but a string of hand sized roach, plumping up for autumn and mostly pristine in condition kept us smiling despite the intermittent rain.

Lord "Dale" Lite of Thorrington with a sample of the stamp of fish we were catching. Corn or red maggot did the business.

He's considering a return to the match scene. Can you see him on an Octoplus platform all logo'd up?

A lovely autumn roach

Couldn't resist defrosting a couple of sardines out in the bay. Two small pike, warm to the touch put a bend in the new rods, and one even got airborne.