Wah Wah Wahhhhh!!!

“You spend more time looking down there than you do at me.  Look at you, still looking down there.  I could be anywhere and you wouldn’t know because you spend all your time looking down there.”

“Have you caught anything mate?”  came the voice.  “Are you still looking down there?”  Eventually the miserable hag caught up with her husband just as I was explaining to the hen pecked man that I hadn’t caught anything.  No wonder he’d got the hood on his coat pulled as tight as possible, it was probably to try and drown out her constant whining.  Turns out the man in question used to fish that stretch quite a bit and I would like to have found out a bit more but all the while his wife was tugging at his coat to chivvy him along.  She was so annoying, even I wanted to tell her to “shut the f**k up and leave him alone”.  As they tottered off I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the poor bastard as she continued to chip away at him.  If she’s like that in public what must she be like at home?  I don’t care if you look like Nicole Kidman there is no way I could put up with listening to that until I took my last breath.

Anyway, relationship advice dispensed, back to the fishing.  With the weather still on the mild side I thought i’d go and try and winkle out a Barbel while having a sneaky Zander rod down the edge.  Not knowing the potential I put the two Barbel 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

Autumnal Overtures

It’s been a bit of a quiet week this week and last night was the only night i’ve been out fishing.  I’ve been trying to burn the candle at both ends recently and I have to say I needed a couple of nights of doing nothing.  Last night though I was filled with vim and vigour and fancied getting back out in search of fish.  Did I fancy Zander or Barbel though?  In the end I plumped for Barbel only because all my stuff was in order from the last time I went out.  I did fancy a new stretch of river so headed off with my sat nav on and a map.

On arrival I was greeted with a padlock that none of my keys fitted.  I’m pretty sure i’d got the right place as there didn’t appear to be any other access points.  A bit miffed I headed around to the other side of the river, which took longer than expected in the rush hour traffic.  I didn’t really like the look of it though with lots of weed drifting down although with Continue reading

Short but Sweet

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

It’s all gone a bit Carpy.

Last night I headed back out on the river for a spot of fishing unsurprisingly.  Well I say spot but that’s five nights on the trot now but i’m really up for it at the minute as winter will be here before you know it and then i’ll be restricted to trips every other weekend.  So I figured i’ve got to make the most of it while I can.  I got to the river a bit earlier than normal.  I got my bits and bobs done at home so figured why the hell not.

On arrival I had a walk along the stretch.  The river was still up a touch and had a nice tinge of colour to it.  There were a few spots that took my fancy but I eventually chose a spot that involved a bit of a walk (no surprise there).  For some reason I thought it would be a good idea to wear my winter bib & brace and my arctic rated neoprene wellies and walk for twenty minutes in the mid-afternoon sun to my chosen spot.  By the time I got there I was soaked with sweat.  I do sometimes have to question my logic in these situations.

I wasn’t expecting a bite anytime soon in the bright sun but it was nice to be beside the river on such a glorious day.  I put two rods across the river to a snag and a third rod setup for Chub fishing just short of mid river on the inside of the crease and settled back into my chair.

The first couple of hours were uneventful before I had a dropback bite on the right hand rod of the two that were up against the snag.  I hit into the fish and I knew I Continue reading