Lovely mild autumn afternoon and a pint of casters to use up. Throw in a tin of hemp and that's a good recipe for roach. Wind over my shoulder and nice calm water in front so ideal for a fine tipped waggler dotted down to a mere blip. #14 B560.wide in the gape and fine in the wire. Perfect. No afternoon bonfire smoke but a local church bell practice making up for it.
Sunday, 17 October 2021
Saturday, 16 October 2021
Friday was supposed to feature an afternoon tempting Fenland zander and perch but work demands meant my only relief was a decent coffee on a slightly earlier journey home. Cracking weather out of the wind.
Saturday was supposed to see some livebait snatching then perching on "my river", the livebait spot had been fenced off so I headed back to the main river and trotted the near glide to see if I could find some decent roach. I didn't. But I did find some nice dace and a couple of tiny but pretty roach. Which was nice.
Saturday, 9 October 2021
Pint then off to buy a pint of whites. It must be Saturday A nice Woodfords Wherry.
Plans had been laid for a Bureboy first, the snaggle toothed zander and The Loafer had scoped out a dead cert. The day dawned and it was very wet, So wet it took till 9 to be dry enough to load the charabanc and get cash. The route? Piss easy, A11, A 14, a brief dalliance with the M6 then through Rugby on the A426 and Bob is your uncle. He might well be but my sat nav hadn't been configured for the A14 Cambridge to Huntingdon "improvement" and at around Huntingdon I got caught in a increasingly Michael Douglas like rage filled drive along two parallel new roads that the sat nav had heard of but didn't believe really existed till I found my back on to the trusty A14, cheered by The Loafer's gloating news that he'd arrived and had a brew on. Several piss stops later I saw the decidedly silver fox like Loafer, indeed loafing around on a pretty brick bridge over our intended waterway for the next 3 days. The journey had indeed twisted my melon but the Loafermobile would be a welcome refuge
Sunday, 3 October 2021
Thursday, 30 September 2021
The weather has turned with a savage blow, just as I was reminiscing when 1st October would usually be thermals time so there may not be many more dreamy breamy days till the spring. So, make hay....
Just the three on Saturday in a couple of hours and those were on the feeder.
Saturday, 25 September 2021
Whilst the populace queued and fought over fuel and my work done I queued for snake oil from Mr Pharmacist then sneaked a few trots off the concrete tank traps guarding the mill, and gave the mostly masked passengers on the 210 Sanders service a dashing display of dead accurate feed, trot, strike and bat back stick float fishing at it's finest. Well, if the float ran through the sweet spot anyway. Which it did a few times. Warm out of the blustery wind, and the light taking on that sublime autumnal quality. Here's a sample of my spoils. And back home just in time for my tea.
Monday, 20 September 2021
Autumn is creeping up and creeping on, a mill pool full of swimmers had me rerouting and heading for the farm pond. Promised rain meant the waggler rod stayed in the charabanc though it turned out that conditions would have been perfect for the float, and the rain was confined to three mizzle showers.
and a pair of flat bed feeders at the bottom of the ledge, a simple underarm out.
A very pleasant afternoon with 11 fish landed (all bream) and a couple that shed the barbless QM1's on the feeder rods. Decent takes and rods bent with nodding and plodding about the swim rather than surging runs but that's the trade off with bream.
And his wife's name was Phyllis....
Thursday, 16 September 2021
September is birthday month at BureBoi Towers so it was a no brainer to have a nice lunch in the sun by the sea today. These are Filthy Chips. Very nice indeed. Brisket, chillies and cheese. And washed down with perfectly adequate lager.
Monday, 13 September 2021
The poplars in particular are dropping their leaves and fungi are appearing. We would have had harvest moons back in the day, turned orange by the stubble fires. I really must turn my attention to running water or at least a couple more cracks at the bass now I am an instant expert..hah. However, I had flat bed feeder business to attend to. Last bream trip saw just a pair of foul hooked fish as they milled about like dustbin lids round the feed so I was determined to nail a few fair and square on short links. Plus the fallen poplar and sycamore leaves blowing blown about on the surface and drifting just underneath would make waggler fishing a nightmare.
In the Royal Box then, and soaking up the late sun presenting yellow peril wafters and nearly end of their shelf life Source minis which mostly were crumbled into the feeder mix. Just nice to see the bobbins dance and hear the bait runners fizz. The first victim of the yellow peril was this feisty in-betweener, which fooled me as the method feeder was wrapped round the pec but it was hooked fair and square in its gob as were it's later companions.
Sunday, 12 September 2021
By want of a change I took up the offer of an evening on the shingle with Essex's finest, The Loafer (aka Essex Scribbler, Lord Lite etc.) and Cocksy. We'll start at 7 was the instruction. Just so happened this would tie in nicely with my work diary as I was taking a late lunch stop in the Burnhams and then could amble along the coast road after my last slot. Over abundant Grey pounders meant no where to sit so grabbed a very agreeable pork pie and mooched about for my allotted 30 mins unpaid.