I’m really enjoying these short evening sessions at the minute, although last nights was even shorter than normal. I got home from work and all I really fancied doing was getting on the sofa and putting my feet up. The problem is, although my body wants to rest, my head won’t let me. My brain is constantly nagging me about how I won’t catch any fish sat at home. I was deliberating for a while before I finally got my arse into gear and put the stuff in the car. When I haven’t been fishing i’ve still been going to the river and putting a bit of bait in a few spots to try and make the most of the short sessions so, on the days I haven’t had my boy it’s been a case of go to work, come home, go the river and repeat on a daily basis.
It was the best part of 8pm when I finally sat down in my chair with the rod fishing down the edge. I really fancied this spot and although I fished it Tuesday evening and blanked it just looked too god damned good to blank again. I’d made up some little pva bags with a mix of pellets and boilies and I actually felt like I was fishing properly. None of this chucking six ounce of lead halfway across the river, this was up close and intimate. Unbeknown to me the river was up and coloured on my arrival. I didn’t feel the need to check the levels because to my knowledge we hadn’t had any rain to speak of. We had some the previous night, which I presumed was just a shower but it was obvious we’d had a lot more Continue reading →
The last couple of evenings have seen me return to my own little piece of heaven. A place that I haven’t fished for quite a long time now. I was in need of a change, away from the hustle and bustle of everything and everyone after spending two evenings on a rising river Trent. The river in question is just on the cusp of being too far for an evenings fishing if i’m honest and it’s fair to say it’s not an easy water either. There’s not much of anything in there in my opinion but what it lacks in number of fish it more than makes up for in their size and it’s a beautiful place to fish. So, on Thursday evening I decided to return to try and rekindle my love affair with the river.
I had a spot in mind as I had unfinished business there after losing a big fish on my last trip three years ago. When I say big, I mean mahoosive which is why I haven’t been back for so long. I couldn’t face going back as it had my stomach in knots as deep down I knew I would probably never hook a fish like that again. Every now and then a river will throw up a freak of nature and I truly believe that lost fish was one of them.
Not knowing what to expect I made the long walk across the meadows wondering whether I was wasting my time or was it even going to be fishable. I had a Continue reading →
Int it funny how things turn out? Last night the plan was to go and walk a couple of stretches of a river that I was thinking about joining. The trouble is, it’s very difficult to do that particularly when all your fishing gear is still in the car from your last trip. Time is precious so if i’ve got a spare minute then i’d rather be fishing than walking and if i’d got my act together, then I really should have walked the stretches in the close season.
So, I reached a compromise. I’d drive past one of my club waters and if there were no cars in the car park then I would fish and if there were cars then I would do the recce thing. Guess what, there were no cars. With that I hurriedly got my gear on my back and did my best Usain Bolt impression to get my chosen peg.
The water was pulling through a bit with all the rain we’d had over the last day and I really expected it to be higher than it was. It was on the rise though and I suspected as the evening wore on i’d be cursing the weed coming down and catching Continue reading →
After a successful session the previous night I probably should have stuck to the same area on my trip to the Trent last night but being a smart ass I thought i’d give another stretch a go as I was feeling super confident. I got to the river just before 2pm and had planned on staying until the early hours of Sunday morning.
The river looked fantastic, or should I say the bits I could see of it as the balsam was impossible to penetrate on most of the stretch so I was restricted to one small area, although in fairness I did have a good view downstream where I could see a lot of the river.
After 4 hours fishing I hadn’t had a bite so I knew I was probably in for a grueller. I had seen some good fish boshing about further downstream though so I was hoping they might make their way upstream and I was still feeling confident.
As the evening wore on the river started to rise quite rapidly and no matter what I did I couldn’t stop the weed catching on the line. The leads did hold bottom for quite a while but eventually they got pulled out of position. The fish further downstream continued to taunt me and with no way to get to them I stuck it out in the hope that there were fish in my swim.
The heavens opened at dusk and the rain was relentless. The slugs were over everything and although I stuck it out until 10:30pm I felt like i’d been defeated. It was hard to fish effectively because of the weed and getting drenched two nights on the trot was enough for me so I packed up and ran for the hills a defeated man. I’ll be back though as it’s too nice a stretch not to return.
My previous post saw me going Barbel fishing for the first time in a few years to one of my local rivers which was a joy because nobody fishes it and the fish are big. The fact that the fish are big makes them very hard to catch though because there are so few of them. I do like a challenge when it comes to fishing but I’m in that frame of mind at the minute where I just want to get my string pulled.
I’ve resisted fishing the Trent for Barbel for a while now because, if you look at social media, people are saying they’ve had god knows how many Barbel on their last trip with a gazillion doubles amongst them blah blah blah………. Well i’m sorry, but you’d have to be a pretty awful angler not to catch on some stretches of the river. In fact i’ll rephrase that, you’d have to be a complete numpty not to catch. So, all these reports of double figure Barbel caught from the circus of Collingham or Gunthorpe weir really do not impress me and do I really want to sit amongst a bunch of people getting pissed and smoking weed all day? No I don’t.