Dad, can we go fishing? Why yes, of course we can. Just an hour and it just so happened to be the Next Nearest so I could don my thinking cap whilst guiding them to a 28 fish whip to hand bucket full. Now and then, chances to catch, not just go fishing. Who knows if they will get the bug?
Tuesday, 27 July 2021
Monday, 26 July 2021
Saturday saw me on the Next Nearest slightly worried about the hemp that had been in the fridge for a week, the corn though can be as fermented as you can bear to be near, the fish love it almost liquid.
This tench at least couldn't get enough of the hemp with white kernels down it's throat even after it took me round the pond a few times. Males really do pull the string.
Wednesday, 21 July 2021
I haven't summoned up the arse to do any self takes lately so no time to brush up on the tail gazer frown but I did decide to break my last session "down" to get with the parlance.
19.41: leave drive.
20.03 cast out Source mini under a 4gm Puddle Chucker, spray krill 6mm pellets and two handfuls of Source minis around said Puddle Chucker, sit down and breathe.
20.13: first bubbles appear
20.18: Puddle Chucker lifts and disappears.
20.19 small but perfectly formed bream on wetted mat.
Tuesday, 20 July 2021
Just a short 24 hour session. I really do hate that glib tail gazer's phrase. Sponsored so and so catches first ever 60 plus UK brace,... Ned Vass smashes his PB twice in a two week long session at Kordatakes Yer Dosh Embryo. Four hours is a long 'un for me at present. So, you're not going to get an anatomy of a session on here today....
Pushing 3 hours or so on the Next Nearest on Saturday in the by then just about bearable heat after tea. I hoped this stuff might give me an edge, not sure it did really. Hard to plumb accurately, think the weed is beginning to work through the tru blu inhibitor.
Monday, 12 July 2021
Jon Savage aside, I'm still breaming. This penned after yesterday's Wembley shenanigans. Far away from the already madding crowds I would set out my stall for some rod bending action down on the Next Nearest on the firm boards of the Royal Box. The last few spots of rain dried on the windscreen as I unloaded the pantenchnicon, leaving all but the waggler rod inside. I had a round 4 hours to see what magic the golden grains could conjure up. You know the score, 13 foot Drennan,. 3.2lb bs Floatfish straight though to a B560 #14. A nominally 5 AAA insert peacock waggler, bulked with 4AAA and 3 number 4 down, not spread out and 2 number 6 anchors 4 inches over depth. Seven foot of depth, though some weed coming up which occasionally saw the shots hung up a bit.
Roach at first, as the Black Bream laced with corn, hemp and 6mm krill pellets settled on the bed and seeped out it's sweet attractants. Then the float lifted and sank away as this hybrid made off. I'd seen the length but knew it wasn't a big daddy roach as no vivid red about the fins in the water
The next fish to the party was different gravy, and though it didn't make off in a knuckle rapping frenzy it did try to get in the pads to my right and the reeds to my left (which bream don't really) and then disaster struck. I'd rescued an old tip section for my bust landing net but my hastily applied glue gun glue succumbed. I had to fish about with the handle to retrieve the net head then reach for the 42 inch net which the tench gratefully dived into as it wasn't the stink net....a glorious green goddess of a tench.
Sunday, 11 July 2021
Had a quick evening window to clear some annoying briars overhanging the tank trap blocks, so took a trotting rod for afters. Broke landing net pole on said briars but cleared most of the miscreants. It's a lovely pool but depending on which sluices are open you often have to trot back on your self and not always easy to get the float into that sweet spot where the pace drops then doubles back on itself. Looking at the dried sweetcorn and silkweed on the block someone probably had been ledgering to get round the problem . I could have gone worm bounced down on a SSG link but as I had no net didn't want to increase the chances of hooking something that might need it and 5 feet up no way of beaching anything. If I got it right then bingo, hand sized dace and one pretty roach,, if not then tiny dace in the faster flow. Just one chublet, and a nice one too. Hand lined it in just in case...
Monday, 5 July 2021
A promised rain fest yesterday afternoon but I had a trotting itch to scratch and headed for a stretch near enough to a parking spot in case a quick dash was required The footpath bank sheltered by a long stand of poplars is somewhat overgrown and a bit busy, the meadow bank opposite is without much vegetation for the fluff chuckers but it has more subsurface weed, I guess because it's not shaded by the poplars. But the cows have been on it and poached the banks so a secure foot or seat hold is in short supply. I did find a spot though, whilst checking the increasingly grey skies.
Double reds on a B560 #1, under that 2 swan chubber/loafer thingy. A couple of chewed maggots and then a run of nice dace, mostly of this stamp so nice fishing.
Sunday, 4 July 2021
Though the skies looked fairer I went with minimal bits just in case and just fed hemp, corn and pellet 3 rods out from the Royal Box, 5AAA waggler and B560 #14. On my trusty waggler rod which is a joy to use. It has as it declares a progressive action and though it's clearly not a grunt rod it copes with some poundage if you take things easy but steadily.
Standard fare at present, and I split the shots a bit to get some on the drop if they were having it. And indeed they were.
Everyone loves a few pads dotted round a fishery and these are well established now.