Thought I'd drown a sardine on Cyanide Straight as a prelude to seeing if any roach showed themselves at dusk on Roach Reach.
Monday, 30 January 2023
Monday, 16 January 2023
Fish to the conditions Buh
Sunday and the Stour was in it's banks but still rushing relentlessly seawards. Quick check on a lovely roadside back stretch on the way down to Devil Dog Land. Bombing through but one promising far bank slack earmarked for a quick hour on the home, funeral plans confirmed for Thursday.
And of course someone else had spotted the slack. Typical. Not that I said that (or worse eh Loafer) out loud, pleasantries exchanged and there were fish in the slack and the crease ( I've touched out the obvious fish here red x's each fish was helpfully carrying). His attack was liquidised bred in a cage feeder and yellow maggot as the red x carrying fish were turning their nose up at reds or whites
I went as far up the short stretch as I was allowed and found a slow glide on the bend A longer trot than the picture suggests with a low branch half the way down.
Tuesday, 10 January 2023
Shower of shite
We went to Carrer Rudd on Sunday cos it's the FA Cup and anything could happen plus we were expecting the new manager bounce, Dean no Idea Smith and Craig Shaky Shakespeare having been shown the door. and another Webster stooge David Wagner having been shipped in.
Pint and dirty fries in the Murderers always a good way to prep for the game. Could be the start of a new tradition.
Saturday, 7 January 2023
A grey, mizzly sort of day but I got a fair bit done in the garden before venturing out to get a pint of reds from Dangling Indirect as my last lot had got out of their box and everywhere in the fridge and garage. Beware the paper grab bag trick. They automatically add a paper bag for 10p to your order it seems, even if it hasn't been audibly offered. The shop, not the escaping maggots...
Anyway I had half an hour or so to kill so I took said maggots to the lock as it was stuffed with fish judging by the muddy foot prints.
And indeed it was. Stuffed. Dace and roach mostly. I'll take more selective hook baits next time. Lots of very small fry too. It's deep at around 10 foot and obviously a nice refuge area when the main river is pushing through.
Tuesday, 3 January 2023
I'd said mum was very poorly Friday, in pain and mostly somewhere else but she knew that we were there. Saturday and the Community Nurse had set up and started the syringe driver before I'd set off back down again and dad, my brother and I spent a peaceful late lunch together with her as she slept finally in the peace I'd not seen seen her in for several weeks. I'm not sure if they knew how soon it might be but I set off having said my last goodbyes.
Dad said the Old Years midnight fire works from the Sailing Club woke him and perhaps her briefly and she died shortly afterwards. She had shrunk to half her size in a few short weeks. A vicious bastard is cancer.
These fireworks are for you mum. We have ours on New Years Day evening so you have had double.