Tag: Angling

The Glorious 16th, 2018.

On the 15th of June I decided to make a last minute trip out after work. I drove round the M25 to my parents’ house where my gear is still stored with the intention of fishing Spade Oak gravel pit in Marlow. But when I arrived I realised that I really had to change the plan and fish the river. It was the start of the new season after all.

I was deciding between the stretches available to me on the Marlow Angling Club ticket, when I had a change of mind and decided to fish a local weir on the Thames.

Arriving by the weir at 2330 I setup, and at the stroke of midnight placed one rod behind a closed sluice gate on the nearside of the river, and a second rod further downstream alongside overhanging bushes where I’ve enjoyed previous success.

I lay down on my bedchair under the open sky and began to doze off. Waking at around 0400 to the freezing mist I considered packing up, but lacking any extra layers opted to stay under the sleeping bag and wait until the mist cleared when it would be a little warmer.

The next thing I knew it was around 0530 and I had a screaming buzzer from the rod tucked behind the sluice gate. I bolted up and lifted the rod, gently tightening up the loose clutch. I believed I’d hooked the bottom, until the bottom started to move and powered into the stronger flow in front of one of the fully open gates.

A few minutes later I had little doubt as to what I’d hooked, but its first appearance, slapping its tail on the surface as it dove back down deep, confirmed it was a double figure barbel.

A Romanian angler appeared from just upstream above the weir and offered to help net the fish. After a solid ten minute fight I was slowly dragging the fish over the top of the powerful flow and into the net. I was elated.

My new friend helped take a couple of snaps and I weighed the fish at 12lb 12oz, all while repeating the phrase, “Oh wow!” like a parrot. The fish bested my previous PB caught nine years ago by 1lb 4oz.

Just the one fish, but I decided things had peaked and so set off back home to spend the rest of the day with my nine week old son.

12lb 12oz Barbel PB

12lb 12oz Barbel PB

Salmon Trout Fishing In Kent The Yemen

Earlier this summer I was watching Salmon Fishing In The Yemen with my wife when she declared that fly fishing “looks a lot more fun than the kind of fishing you do,” and that she would “like to try it, one day.”

Naturally, I jumped on this and had a lesson for us booked within a fortnight.

We went down to Spring Hill Trout Waters and had a couple of hours casting tuition before having a go on the main lake. Unfortunately, it was a particularly warm day, and as I’ve learnt more recently, summer is not optimal for trout on small lakes – so we didn’t catch, but we had fun all the same.

I’ve since bought a couple of cheap Shakespeare Rod+Reel+Line combos for under sixty quid each, in a 9ft 5wt flavour and a 7ft 3wt flavour. The convenience of being able to keep all the gear in the back of the car, and just get in and go, is pretty amazing when you are used to loading the car up to the brim.

My wife has opted not to rejoin me since but is very much enjoying eating the trout I’ve brought home since going back to Spring Hill a couple of times. I also fished the River Teise over the summer and more recently enjoyed a session at Tenterden Trout Waters.

Will hopefully be doing a bit more trout fishing in 2018!

River Teise, Kent

River Teise, Kent

Tenterden Trout Waters

Tenterden Trout Waters

Bass Fishing on Lake Biwa

From late March into early April I visited Japan with my wife. One of my minor regrets about our previous “big holiday” to America, was that in five weeks I didn’t do any bass fishing.

Twenty years ago when I started fishing, I had a bass fishing video game on my PC so it’s always a fish I’ve wanted to catch. I looked into it but decided against because of the price of a guide and a boat for one day, given the length of time we were spending in the US.

As Japan was to be a two week holiday, I decided that a day of fishing should be on the agenda and began to do my research. I considered some sea fishing in Tokyo Bay but realised that I would prefer to fish during our stint in Kyoto.

The first thing I came across on Google was Bass Fishing on Lake Biwa. Bass are non-native to Japan, being originally from the USA, so in some ways are technically not the real deal for a Japanese fishing experience. However, Bass Fishing’s popularity in Japan has made the country the second largest market for bass fishing after the USA, and the joint world record has now been caught on Lake Biwa. At the same time, it would satisfy my previous regret of not doing any bass fishing in the USA.

After more research, I found an English-speaking guide from Truth Fishing Guide Service who you could hire for the day for ¥50,000 (£350 GBP/$450 USD).

Okuma's bass My guide, Okuma, picked me up promptly from my hotel near Omiya station in Kyoto at 6am and drove us under an hour to the marina. On the way, he told me that fishing had recently been difficult as the weather hadn’t yet warmed up enough and the ice from the surrounding mountains was still melting into the lake. However, I remained enthusiastically optimistic.

Okuma fuelled the boat up and shortly after 7am we were out on the water. We tried a few different spots with no success, tearing about the lake on the boat at high speed before Okuma hooked into the first bass of the day. By that point, having not caught anything in the first couple of hours, being incredibly tired from the combination of running around photographing every temple and castle in Kyoto, and waking up at 5:30am, I had become slightly pessimistic about our chances. I took a snap of Okuma’s bass since it was the first one I’d seen outside of a video game, and began fishing again with rekindled enthusiasm.

Not long and Okuma caught another bass. This time it was a much better size of around 5lb. We continued fishing and bam! I was into a fish! Twenty seconds or so into the fight the fish launched itself out of the air – not being experienced with this behaviour I left the rod tip up, and it flung the hook. I wasn’t too disappointed though, I’d actually hooked my first bass and I was ready for the next: now armed with the advice to plunge my rod tip straight down if this happened next time.

The first bass caught by me Okuma caught another bass before I hooked into and landed my first. Not huge, but the smile on my face says it all.

Shortly after, the action died down a bit. Okuma began using the smaller engine on the front of the boat to drift across a particular part of the lake before turning it around and drifting the other way. We both had another couple of bass this way, before heading to a restaurant in a hotel on the lakeside. For lunch, I ate a prawn katsu curry and explained to my Japanese guide that you can order the same curry sauce back in England at the fish and chip shop 😂.

After lunch, we went back out on the water and tried spots Okuma said we were more likely to catch larger fish. Okuma caught at least one more fish that afternoon but the big ones evaded us both. It would have been nice to catch a better size bass, but as we headed back in at 4pm, I was pretty satisfied with my day as I had ticked a species I’ve long wanted to catch off the list.

Elphicks Plantation Lake

A combination of our holiday to Sumners Ponds and the fact that I haven’t been able to go fishing as much as I’d like for the last few years has made me reconsider my opinions on commercial fisheries. The convenience is too great with complexes including secure access and on-site cafes, toilet blocks and tackle shops in case you’ve run out of or forgotten anything.

With this in mind I went for a stroll around Elphicks Fishery in Kent on Sunday 15th May and quickly made the decision to book up and return with my gear the following Saturday to fish the Plantation Lake. The fishery is of a much higher class than the typical commercials I’d visited before, with an emphasis on specimen lakes with a challenge to them, rather than featureless muddy holes stuffed with more fish than water.

Throughout the twenty-four hours fish could be seen stirring up muddy clouds on the bottom and feeding all over the lake, a large grass carp cruised around on the top all day and night with both dorsal and tail fin breaking the surface, but sadly no interest was had on the rods. I’ll be back again a couple more times throughout the year though as I’d love to catch my first thirty.

Sumners Ponds

For the first week of May this year, my wife organised a week’s holiday with my parents at Sumners Ponds staying in Moorhen Lodge. This three bedroom lodge borders the main lake which contains carp to 36lb.

View from Moorhen Lodge, Sumners Ponds.

View from Moorhen Lodge

We arrived at a very busy site during the bank holiday weekend – it is worth remembering that first and foremost the place is a campsite and holiday location, and that the fishing seemed to be a secondary attraction for most of the visitors, so there was quite a bit of noise with radios playing and tent pegs being hammered in.

Shortly after arriving on the Saturday Dad caught a small number of bream on the feeder with double maggot on the hook. We then went over to the Cafe By The Lake for a nice dinner with live music. I would recommend a visit to the cafe if you are looking at staying here as the food was very decently cooked.

Fishing on Sunday was more of the same, although I had my first bream of about 2lb which had somehow managed to gut an 18mm boilie and hang itself on a size 8 – it quite struggled to move the 2.5oz lead it was attached to.

Monday morning came and the place cleared out, most left the lake lodges, un-pitched their tents and drove away in their motorhomes. The noise was gone and we had the lake to ourselves. We also experienced the only bad weather of the week, but this combination of peace and quiet and rain saw my rods roaring away in the late afternoon, and in fairly quick succession I caught carp of 15lb, 18lb 8oz and a new PB of 23lb 8oz.

18lb 8oz Mirror Carp

18lb 8oz Mirror Carp

As most bites seemed to be forthcoming in the early evenings, I spent two days with my wife visiting Petworth House (£15), Bramber Castle and Boxgrove Priory (both free). Since it was also close to her birthday, my parents took us out for dinner at the Michelin-starred Tristan in Horsham, which was a fun meal with reasonable prices for such an establishment.

Later in the week as the water warmed up, the carp were out on the top. During the day, Dad and I would sit back from the edge and wait for them to come in close on their patrols before sniping a free-lined dog biscuit over their heads. This resulted in Dad’s first carp of the week, a PB Cyprinus Carpio for him of 18lb 12oz.

18lb 12oz, Dad's PB

18lb 12oz, Dad’s Carp PB

There was a twenty-plus Ghost Carp among these regular visitors but this fish would prove to be the wariest of all, and would reject the bait if it was anything but perfectly presented. I had one solid chance during the week but struck into nothing as the carp sucked the biscuit down. I was absolutely gutted as I really thought it was mine that time.

However, on the Friday morning I had my surface-caught PB of 19lb 8oz – while still barefoot in my pyjamas, so I can’t complain. A number of other carp were caught during the week with a total of nine for me and three for Dad.

19lb 8oz surface caught

19lb 8oz surface-caught

Come Friday afternoon Sumners started to fill up again. The guy pitching his tent to the left of our lodge started casting out some ridiculous fish-finder the size of a tennis ball complete with accompanying phone app – not sure what this was going to achieve, and the man to the right cast over my line – I reeled it in and snapped his off, fortunately.

With tent pegs galore being banged in, the carp on the surface started to drift toward the centre of the lake and no more action was forthcoming. We decided to bring in the rods for our last night and enjoy a nice meal and a glass of wine (or ten), instead of persevering with slim odds.

We really enjoyed ourselves, but the fish seemed quite disinterested during the weekends while the banks were busy and noisy. Overall, I would thoroughly recommend a visit to Sumners – but skip the weekends and go during term time.

Photos by Lara Ruffle Coles.

Redmire 2013

After a failed attempt to get through on the phone for a session in 2012. In January 2013 I managed to book a 5 night week session for September.

As I arrived, Redmire was nothing like I expected. After a lot of rain all year it was a muddy soup bowl rather than a gin clear weed filled pool. In fact, there was so little weed I couldn’t believe it, though I can’t say I was complaining about that!

All said and done I enjoyed the week immensely. Catching six carp of 18lb 8oz, 11lb 6oz, 17lb 8oz, 1oz (!), 22lb 2oz and 16lb 10oz. Comparing this with some peoples’ experiences on the Redmire Pool forums I’d say I did alright! Additionally I had a handful of gudgeon and an eel to complete the Redmire set.

Many thanks to the other chaps I was fishing with that week for helping me out with photos and teaching me a lot about how to hold fish for the camera in the process.

22lb 2oz and a new PB carp!
22lb 2oz and a new PB carp!

16lb 6oz and caught 61 years to the day after Dick Walker’s 44lb record.
16lb 6oz and caught 61 years to the day after Dick Walker’s 44lb record.

Blenheim Palace

Having fished Blenheim Palace on June 16th last year and also this year, a few weeks’ back on June 22nd, I’ve come to the conclusion the fishing there isn’t very good. Particularly for a one off casual day at £36.50.

Last year the weather was pretty awful. Every punt was out and I witnessed only one other catch a couple of fish, myself catching a single tench of about 3lb on red maggot.

This year, aside from a good rain in the morning the weather was much improved. But by about 3pm my Dad and I gave up, having blanked and returned to the boathouse to find that only one other punt was still left out on the lake. Didn’t see anyone else catch.

It’s a lovely lake to row about on, but I won’t be going back any time soon.

Blenheim Palace
22nd June 2013

Blenheim Palace Tench
16th June 2012

Birthday Session

I’m currently in the final leg of the final year of a software degree, which means whether I am actually sat at the computer working hard or just sat here watching youtube fishing blogs I don’t really go fishing as much as I’d like. Couple this with the fact that I live in south-east London without ownership of a car, while my tackle and fishing (mentally) is still tied up in Berkshire at my parents’ makes it all quite a bit of effort to just spontaneously nip down the river. That said, I’ve never lived closer to the Thames in my life than now (<500 metres) and if anyone reading this has any experience fishing around Greenwich I would absolutely love to be pushed in the right direction, I’ve no idea how to approach it or what’s even swimming out there.

It’s been a bit cold recently, but the weather thawed up a bit during the week in time for my birthday visit to my folks, so last Saturday morning I got out by sunrise and fished until the afternoon. This was my first trip of the year. Sadly the river was running low and clear as gin which didn’t put me in for a good chance but you probably know the feeling, it was great to finally get out this year and enjoy a bacon sarnie on the river bank. Also tried out a new location that I intend to give some attention next season when I’ve graduated.

Odney Weir

Photo by Lara Ruffle.

The Lobworm and The Perch

Perch Cigarette Card
During the school holidays, circa 1996, a number of different elements came together which led to me catching my first coarse fish; my first six, in fact.

In stereotypically traditional-style, all were perch caught on lobworms dug from the garden.

• On a Sunday bike ride with my dad, uncle and cousin to Pinkneys Green I discovered the clay pits and my old man told me that he used to fish them for tench when he was a boy. I remember those bike rides that summer fondly. Occasionally we’d stop at the pub and my dad and uncle even fell off their bikes a few times. Not that I realised at the time, but they were clearly both shit faced.
• I acquired a set of fish cigarette cards. No idea where these came from. Before this I probably didn’t know what coarse fish looked like.
• Whilst my Dad had stopped fishing and sold his all his gear. My friend’s Dad had stopped fishing and had tackle in his garage and lots of it, I can remember digging around the garage and finding all this gear pretty exciting.
• I rediscovered the rod and reel from when my Dad first took me fishing.

Friends were called, my Mum was begged for a lift and one morning we were away. Armed with end tackle half-inched from my Friend’s Dad’s garage, a tin of sweetcorn and some lobworms dug up from the garden the night before, a group of four intrepid young piscators arrived at the pond….

The moment when the float slides off stops your heartbeat every single time and I can recall the first time so well even now. I wasn’t quite sure what the fish was but, fortunately armed with my cigarette cards our group ID’d it as a perch. I caught 5 more that day. Not to be too childishly smug but the other three lads blanked. When my Dad arrived that evening he plumbed the depth and sorted my rig out properly to try for a tench. I cast out into the pond and hooked another small perch, the fish tugged about and I recall seeing it in the clearer upper layers of the water before it was engulfed by an explosion. A pike had taken it and bit off the line in the process. You couldn’t make a more exciting end to the day up.

Swanage

Dad and I fishing in Swanage
This is the first time I went fishing. We were on holiday in Swanage, Dorset at the time, in our caravan, and I guess my Dad wanted to take me out to catch a fish or two. I can’t remember the exact details, for obvious reasons that can be summed up by the fact that I’m wearing jelly shoes and still have a head of bright blonde hair.

However, I do have some vague memories of that day. Going into the tackle shop to buy the gear (an incredible Aladdin’s cave), the rag worms that were wrapped in newspaper (disgusting) and lastly that I couldn’t quite get down the concept of reeling the fish in without my Dad having to remind me every single time. I preferred trying to launch the fish upwards.

I think I probably caught around 4 or 5 wrasse. But importantly, that weighty fibreglass rod & reel went on to live in our garage where I would rediscover it during the school summer holidays some years later.

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