I drew a peg at Rolleston and was waiting for a local to tell me to fish for bream or barbel It was another drive to get to my section, along the way we drove down a track and I could not see the car in front due to the dust, suffice to say the car was covered. I got to the peg and first job was to get a platform in borrowed from Glenn Bailey as this river is very rocky in close. Peg looked like this, shame the trees were out of distance as I forgot my big feeder rod. Posted by Tim Ford at No comments:. First off for those waiting for a blog on my couple of days on the river Trent you will have to wait, I am short on time and I will do the blog on this before my blog on the National itself.
Suffice to say I didn't bag up but I had an enjoyable time. I got back late Friday night from Newark, and would have like to have stayed in bed Saturday morning, alas I was up early to peg the river for the superleague. I met Warren Bates at the Pumphouse and together we spent nearly three hours putting pegs in. It was not straightforward, and I had to put some pegs in that I would have rather nor fished, but with some pegs overgrown and boats moored up in the trees we had little choice.
It was later that day that I went to sort out my gear and realised I was rather short on pole rigs, especially 2 and 3g, worse still I could not find any floats to make rigs up. Luckily the young man in the team Andrew Cranston came to my rescue and said he would bring me a few rigs Sunday, he was also getting my bait, a big cheers mate, thanks! Sunday morning, I had not slept well and didn't like what I saw in the mirror who would I hear you say lol it was not alcohol related I might add.
This was reinforced when I got to the draw at the Crown in Keynsham to be told by Dean Harvey that I looked like shit! I passed on the list of pegs to help all the teams know where there pegs were and then got myself a breakfast. Chedz was enlisted to draw for the team, and he came back with a set of pegs that I thought were OK, but Mark Harper was on one I would not like.
I was on yet another end peg, but this time the upstream end peg, peg 3 in the little field.
This is a peg I have drawn quite a few times over many years, and I've won money off it more often than not. But I am now in a quandary. Half of me is in a "been there, done that" mood. None of the bream fought much better than your average dishcloth, they slimed everything up, and it is getting rather cold at night. The other half of me says strike away at that hot iron, for with two fourteen pound fish caught, there might be a chance of a 15, a 16 or maybe even bigger.
Not sure what I will do yet The weight of fourteen pounds is quite significant for me. I wonder if I should I blame Walker for the present day awful tendency to give fish names? I don't like it at all.
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But a friend recently referred to those 40 year old records as "our" records, and I would confess that they still have more meaning for me than the current numbers. I never tried to break any of those old records, they just seemed unattainable, but the goal was to get near them. Fish, certainly of those four species, are much larger these days in general, and that applies also to their modern record sizes. I don't know how big the present records are. Never bothered to look, and never reading the "comics", the sizes have remained unknown to me.
It is generally thought that the much bigger sizes of fish these days is due to all the high protein bait that gets thrown in by anglers: boilies, pellets etc. I think it is rather more than that. I feel the weather over the past 30 years or so has played its part, milder winters, and warmer summers allowing fish to feed well for longer.
Certainly boilies and baits have been in the game, but so many big fish come from so many different waters today, even some that are lightly fished, that I am quite certain global warming or at least our improved weather has played its part well. The result is that I have now broken "our" bream record twice in a month, and "our" tench record several times in the last few years. I don't claim it to have been a great angling feat, certainly a pleasing one, but one that anyone these days could manage with a bit of thought and some serious application to the task.
I certainly haven't spent too much of my time fishing for such fish Tuesday, 19 September The Red River. Ah yes, the Red River, but first: some photos I might have added last time, but didn't, from the Farne Islands. Eider Duck Just a Big Softie. And More Puffins. So, back to the Red River. I had heard about this river a while ago, its real name being the Medlock, but I had never seen it.
So I took a walk yesterday, as part of a keep fit project to go alongside the dieting. Only seven more pounds to lose now, in order to reach my target. But every pound gets more difficult, as my body says "No more, that's enough" and my mind now has to fight back hard as it tries to override my gut's instincts. I suppose I might have guessed that the "tox" referred to a toxin, and maybe not that the "Bo" is derived from a form of botulism. But the very idea of injecting the most lethal neurotoxic known, into one's head, is just astonishing.
My son, a doctor, tells me it is only available by prescription in the UK, and that some doctors make a fair packet prescribing it for the clients of various Botox clinics, whose practitioners do not need any medical training. Rather than filling in the cracks in the forehead, this stuff actually is locally paralyzing the flesh. I wonder how many of the recipients of the treatment know just what it is that is being injected? And surely someone could have come up with some far less dangerous, but equally effective, substance? The various forms of such vanity treatments are continuing to diversify, but I was again incredulous when my lad told me that one of the latest male fads is a procedure to remove the wrinkles from the scrotum!
Labels: bream , deer , eider duck , grass snake , grayling , razorbill , red river , stag , tench , tern. Sunday, 3 September Of Birds and Badgers Oh dear I have been lazy and idle once again. Not written anything for ages.
The paragraphs that follow were all written months ago, round about ten past Spring, and have lain fallow on the hard drive ever since, gathering dust My scribblings have instead just died of old age I guess. It was almost an advantage NOT to have a whole slice of angling unavailable to me. Even without the river, I felt I had too much to go at and too little time during which to tackle it.
Having ignored all other things, many years ago, I know it is not the ideal course to navigate But I have fished a far greater variety of waters for the species than ever before, and the results, as I expected, have been equally variable. The tench have varied in both colour and size. Nothing huge, but some nice ones amongst them. Their colours, especially in fish taken from clear water, can be stunning, some with orange bellies, others very metallic green, and all having that super slippery feel to them. Most have come to the float, and often when also fishing for crucian carp.
Having this happen near the lily pads that fringe the lake, using a light trotting rod, and similarly light tackle all adds to the experience. I was sort of "told off" by a club bailiff this week. He suggested, quite strongly, that I should be using at least 10 pound line, "because the fish are not shy", and "the deep reedbeds fringing most of the lake are a problem, with many anglers losing fish in them".copegus.top/systemic-lupus-erythematosus.php
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Some of the scraps I have had, have therefore been a bit heart in mouth stuff, especially knowing that, if properly entangled in those lily pads I might also lose an expensive, custom built float. I speak to many anglers who take the view that, once hooked, the fish MUST be landed at all costs. And so they use tackle that to me seems far, far too heavy. I don't lose many fish myself to breakages, no matter how caused, and unless that changes I will continue to fish my own way, using whatever tackle I feel is suited. But I will admit that, with a good tench on the line, and in the lilies, I have occasionally wondered whether that 13 foot trotting rod, three pound line, half pound test curve, the one I use for crucians, grayling and the like, is actually a bit under gunned for the job.
But I continue to extract the fish from the pads, if with difficulty, and so continue to use it. But the tench fishing has not been without its problems, and I have had about four very good but unseen fish, shed the hook well into the fight.