Ding! Ding! – Round 2

It’s fair to say I couldn’t wait for our return trip to fly fish for Pike on Blagdon.  If you’ve read the first post then the second trip had a lot to live upto.  Of course the fish have been targeted everyday since our last trip a week previously and would therefore probably be a bit more skittish.  But, who cares?  It’s not often you get the chance to target the fish of a lifetime and I couldn’t wait to get back down there.  I knew we’d catch some fish and we did.

It was going to be an interesting day as there were some good anglers on and my only concern was that they were all going to target the same area where we caught last time.  It’s surprising how small a water Blagdon is when there are a few boats on and i’ve never been one to jostle for position to get the best spots.  Sure enough the majority of the boats all headed for that particular area and although we didn’t feel particularly comfortable we stuck it out.  An hour came and went and although i’d had a pluck and a fish on very briefly it was all a bit slow.  We’d not seen a fish caught yet and then BANG!!  Something hit the fly and it was game on.  I can honestly say i’ve never had fish fight as hard as these.  Everytime I got it up near the surface, down it went again.  It went round the back of the boat, in front of the boat, Continue reading


Back to the river – again!

I wasn’t planning on going back on the river this week.  The plan was to go Carp fishing for a couple of days but after the trip to Blagdon I had a few things I needed to do and I also felt like i’d gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson after battling with those Pike so I decided to chill out at home and then go down to the river for an evening.

Last week I heard a lot of fish boshing downstream from where I was fishing so that is where I headed.  First though I had to clear an area where I could get in and physically fish.  As is usual I got to the river a bit early but I cast in a few bags of fishy goodness to get a bed of bait down and sat back with a brew waiting for darkness.

Bags of fishy goodness.

I was hoping I might get the odd bite from a Chub or two while I was waiting but other than a few small fish splashing on the surface close in everything remained quiet.  I knew it was going to be another case of sitting it out in the dark in the hope of a bite.  The trouble is bites a few and far between with me only catching two fish Barbel in several trips.   Continue reading

Blagdon Bruisers

I don’t think i’ve ever known a situation where the chance to fish for Pike has caused such a furore as when Bristol Water announced they were opening Blagdon Reservoir for Pike trials that were strictly limited to fly anglers.  Throw in the fact that they were charging four hundred pounds per boat per day for the chance of potentially catching a British record and it’s fair to say you’re going to get a few tongues wagging.  I’m not going to go into the politics of it all about whether I think charging that much to fish is value for money Continue reading

Quick Catch Up

Thursday saw me on the river for another crack at getting a PB Barbel and while the weather is still good I need to make the most of it.  We’d had a lot of rain on the Wednesday  night and it normally takes a day before it starts to filter through to where I was fishing.  One rod was placed two thirds of the way across the river and another mid-river.  The far rod was fished using a groundbait feeder and the mid river rod was a mix of pellet/boilies in a pva bag.  The idea was to keep casting regularly while it was light to get a good bed of bait down in the hope of drawing a few fish in.  I knew I would probably get pestered by Bream on the groundbait feeder but I don’t mind that as I think it brings the Barbel in.  I did manage three Bream but the Barbel were elusive.  The river was on the rise rapidly as the rain from the previous night had finally arrived.  The mid-river rod remained static though.

Last night saw me on a change of river as I was late getting there and I didn’t want to spend precious time sat in traffic.  I’d got three different areas in mind and when Continue reading

A Diamond among the rough.

For a long time I appear to have been living a lie.  Well today I decided it’s time I came out of the closet and announced to the world that I am in actual fact…………………… “a specimen hunter”.  There you go i’ve said it, it’s out there and I feel better for having the burden lifted from my puny shoulders.  They say there is never a good time to come out but i’ve been doing a lot of soul searching recently hence the reason for my admission now.  I’d always classed myself as just your average angler.  Yes I fished waters that held big fish and yes I was hoping to catch them but a switch was flicked in my head quite a while ago that I chose to ignore.  I always said that I never set targets and goals and that was true to a point.  I always wanted to break my pb’s but I didn’t go out with that in mind, that was until I decided that I wanted to catch my first double figure Zander.  For a couple of years it became a bit of an obsession and looking back this was the tipping point, as time went on I decided that was all I was going to fish for until I achieved my target.  The all important word there being “target”, a word that I had never really liked using.

Then, once i’d caught that target it was as if it was game over, time to move on and catch something else.  Now i’m having the same thought’s about Barbel.  Pretty much all i’ve done this Summer is fish for them and try and catch my PB.  I know you can rock up to a few stretches of the Trent and be in with an above average chance of beating Continue reading