Rare cross border skirmishes on Thursday as we headed off to that there Suffolk for a half term day out. A cold, blustery day so no beach activity for us and Southwold Pier was only briefly trod on and not by me. It does offer some fabulous panoramic views on a good day but this was as good as it got for me on this particular day.
Sunday, 31 October 2021
Saturday, 30 October 2021
Off up Cyanide Straight with a pack of blueys once the rain had blown over. One of my favourite baits the bluey, they come on varying sizes, are quite firm and quite oily too. Pike seem to like them as well.
Monday, 25 October 2021
More of the same Saturday as the frozen casters and hemp needed using up. Best for loose feed/groundbait really as the fish still relish then but they are super soft so plenty of missed bites. Similar quantity of roach but mostly smaller, a brace of small hybrids and a brace of perch.
Sunday, 17 October 2021
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.
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