Warwickshire Trout - River Alne Pt.13

Well that urge to go fishing isn't really improving I must admit, not unusual during the close season admittedly but with the weather rather nice, I really needed a kick up the backside. Now the work situation came to a head on Monday where the current car I'm working on will reach JOB1 in August and the global business put up their hands and said, there will be no more new car projects for us in the UK.

Thanks for your efforts all, good work, now you can do one 👀

Not unexpected however and the writing has been on the wall for a while due to global influences (and not selling the cars in the number they would like) so it's not that it has come as a bit of a shock. It has been certainly a challenging project from start to finish, from a clean sheet of paper, design themes, 3D surfaces, concept design and layout and then detailed engineering of the components of the centre console, where much of that bashing from CAD machine from my home office in COVID. 

I usually stop at post studio feasibility working with the Clay Modelers and the 3D geometry creators however this project has been the full automotive process from start to finish. 

A few challenging forks in the road too, where with parts off tool, there was a carve up of many of the components I've designed and also many throughout the car when a new architectural box of bits had to be repackaged. 

3mths of pain then came to try and keep the project on track, which considering its obvious challenges I can sit back and give me, and my immediate team a pat on the back.  I'm old and experiences enough having been in the trade for well over 30 years to not really be phased by it, but there are youngsters in the business that are visibly down not knowing what come next. I've tried to express the positives that will come of it, and networking is one of those. It's a small group of people that move around in the main and work comes off the back who you know really.

Up until this point there has been 2 previous culls of staff and this round will be the third where the UK team will be decimated and dribs and drabs remaining for those that want to stay. I see it as a natural stop in my career and it's time to move off on to something else. So with the VR process now underway at least I'll have a bit of breathing space to find the next project. It's a small team and like a big family really and I feel some pride in that I had a contraction to what will be the only 'proper' Polestar not a badge engineered jobby.  

Maybe if those forks in the road were taken differently by the management the outcome might have been entirely different. Oh well, we will never know, not like you can turn back time now is it. 

Well ok, I stand corrected 😁

Anyway I said I wasn't going to the Alne again after blanking recently but I fancied trying another stretch that sees more foot traffic and you would hope less predation because of that. So the gear was loaded in the car the night before and after work I went for a quick session. Mainly because the weather was nice and I fancied a walk in the nice afternoon sun.

What I didn't expect was an elderly gentleman who was geared up with his fly outfit and his homemade flies, which were that small I needed to put my reading glasses on to see them. 👀 

He'd blanked on the upper part of the river and was going to join me on the lower section. He was quick shocked when I showed him what I have been using to catch the trout on the Alne, mainly because to be honest a Salmo Hornet in the large sizes are pretty chunky I suppose.

 

They have worked really well over the years and after showing him a few pictures of the fish I've caught, he actually said....

"I'm amazed, wow, I've never seen trout the size of that on the Alne and I've fished it for years, it's made me rethink my approach"

From a fluff chucker to a lure thrower, well I doubt that is going to happen but maybe he will up the size of his flies.

Anyway the river was low and clear and if I had one or two bites I'd have been happy but after a few nice looking swims without a nibble, I knew I'd be scratching around for bites. The wind had picked up and to be honest it wasn't exactly pleasant lure fishing conditions with it hacking through the open farmland like Rachel from Accounts Tax Rises. 

I only fished a couple of hours where I lost two lures and had the worlds biggest birds nest of braid when it all went horribly wrong on the cast, which concluded the session. I must have fished 6 or 7 swims and not only were there were no signs of fish whatsoever, but the fry too, non-existent.

Still it was nice to get out and hopefully I'll get out later today as I'm typing this as some jungle drums from Buffalo Si who has been winkling out the Zander from an area that was productive last season which in his words "It's fishing better than the Hallowed !!".

Transient Towpath Trudging - Pt.122 (Ruffe, Pike and Bream)

I'm almost having to force myself to go out at the moment as since the rivers have closed I haven't really had the urge to go fishing really. It's the fact that I want to keep up my >10,000 steps a day over the year which is giving me the kick up the jacksie I need, because otherwise I'd happy enjoy the duvet some more and a couple of plump pillows. 

I didn't expect to be scraping the ice off my windscreen as the weather seems to be picking up nicely with midweek next week where it's going to be circa 18 to 20 degrees I believe. 

It was rather nice though, and in around 4 hours or so managed nearly 18k steps after the fishing was a bit, well mehhhh !!

I had a Zander rod and also a float rod with bread and some groundbait to try and winkle out a fish or two. Anyway after the second cast of the float rod to try and gauge the depth I all of a sudden felt some resistance and something was on the end.

It turned out to me a ruffe 😍 that was foul hooked, well at least I hadn't blanked 👅

It was a welcome sight in the morning sun I must admit but nearly 40 minutes in without a bite on either rod I go itchy feet and decided to go on the rover. It's a very picturesque canal this and ok the fishing wasn't going well, but at least in the spring sun it was very pleasant indeed , well I say that quite a few landmines to avoid 💩which seems to the be the norm on the canal these days.

This area is usually quite productive but the water is still pretty cold despite the daytime temperatures trying to lift the mercury within those thermometers. 

So on towards bream bay past the pound that had barely any water in it where I tried a couple of swims on the way. In one swim I was fishing for 20 minutes or so when I decided to upsticks and I reeled in the Zander rod and something grabbed the bait on the retrieve. It didn't feel very mind you where the culprit revealed itself as a small jack pike.

Presumably it has been staring at the bait on the bottom and was in two minds whether or not to grab it when the roach sprung in to life when I picked up the rod and its predatory instinct took over. 

Bream bay always has some fish milling about mainly because it had plenty of features and a much wider bit of the canal where the fish feel comfortable. The reed cover looked much more sparse than I remembered but to be honest it didn't take long for a bite when fishing some cover for Zander, I also had the bread rod out for a patrolling bream.

I use a crude dinky Guru pellet waggler float that sits on the top of the surface like the Zander rod beside it. An overdepth set-up with a single SSG anchoring it to the bottom to resist the tow.

A really sensitive set-up and so easy to see what is going on under the float. I need not worry about this fish as it took the bait confidently where after a few bobbles on the surface it when straight under and I struck in to a solid fish.

I knew it was a bream from the slow plodding around because there are some kamikaze roach bream hybrids here, where my best is 4lb on the nose. This wasn't that size though but at least a fish to test the set-up. That was my lot, I did more walking than fishing but those bites were at a premium today. Very quiet down the cut I must admit, but then it's still early season really isn't it. The Zander well suspicious in their absence. 

Transient Towpath Trudging - Pt.121 (Canal Zander)

A lot of people think that dreams are boring and not worth discussing. But it has now been scientifically proved that they are incredibly important really and not boring at all because they reveal our character, our past, our future, and sometimes our friends' future, if we really know how to interpret them. In fact, the most boring dream you ever had will have more meaning than the most significant event in your so-called waking reality.

There are about one thousand theories about dreams, why we have them, what they mean, how long they last, whether we can have them when we are awake, what is illusion and what is fantasy, is life but a waking dream and so on. Some of these are a bit complicated and not very interesting, okay, but the subject is so important and I've read so many really freaky Test Your Own Dream Power books that I think I should go through them one by one. So, like, get your cup of tea now, okay?

The first one is that dreamland, the so-called Land of Nod, is in fact more real than the world we think is real because the one that's really real we always forget about as soon as we get out of bed so that it seems less real to us than the real one. But this Land of Nod is a special, magic realm where all the little everyday things we tend to take for granted become incredibly important for reasons we can never quite understand.

This brings me back to the question on which this second theory rests. In fact, some people think it's the question on which the whole of life rests. It's the heaviest question you could ever be asked, heavier than anything that's ever been on Mastermind. It is: WHAT IS REALITY?

I don't know.

The second theory about dreams is not quite as interesting as the first one. In fact, it's probably the most uninteresting one there is, apart from the six hundred and fifty seventh, which we'll be coming to a bit later. 

Are you ready for this? 

The sort of dreams you have depends on what you have just had to eat, or what you've had during the day if you happen not to have been to the toilet before you went to bed. 

So if you've eaten a really heavy hamburger, full of additives and sugar and salt and carbohydrates and colouring and blood and insecticides and nuclear waste and meat, you'll almost definitely dream about being a cowboy, surrounded by nuclear power plants, and you'll be shooting at everything. 

And every time the burger turns a corner in your intestine the dream will get more violent until the whole Mexican army, who have really bad teeth and don't look very well, gun you down like at the end of Bonnie and Clyde, except it's not blood that comes out of the bullet holes but little worms of meat, like a Big Mac being pushed through a mincer.

On the other hand, if you've just eaten a wholesome, satisfying, totally alternative plate of kidney beans, you'll most likely dream about running through the woods with Kate Beckinsale with sitar music playing . Or if the beans weren't soaked properly, you'll probably find that the meadow is a bit marshy in places and, if you've been really greedy, it will turn into a steaming, smelly quicksand that swallows you up.

Stilton Cheese and Port, don't even go there !!!

This theory shows how important it is for you to avoid constipation. Imagine what all those dreams piling up inside of you could do to the karma of your dreamworld. You could start getting really weird dreams about meat oozing out of quicksands, or cowboys playing the sitar.

So you could say that when you go to the toilet you're just getting rid of all your used dreams. Maybe that's why it's such a good place for writing songs! Hey!

I sometimes wonder what sort of dream you'd have if you'd swallowed three packets of bubble-gum? Or a lump of coal? Or a very long shopping-list? That would be a pretty boring dream, I suppose. Not that being boring makes it less important. This theory's quite a boring theory but it's probably true. 

Sometimes the truth is boring. Right? 

Well for me, another black cloud is hanging over the work situation, which will be the third time in 5 years 👿 EV cars don't you know, yeap very polarising especially where markets and consumers are concerned, so I suppose we were due another cull of staff, or a boot up the arse altogether. We should know more on Monday, but we will see but for some. 

An escape from reality would be nice now wouldn't it. Last weekend was perfect, a proper decent turn out from the lads and Seb Fontaine, Slipmat and Dave Pearce (and others) providing the low down frequencies that really were getting back to the old skool raving I used to do. Loved it !! 

So I wasn't exactly feeling it post the recent announcement, but I needed to get out and go fishing for some much needed fresh air and to try and catch a fish ot three. So I was back chasing Zander up at an area that provided some much needed rod bending this time last season where we assumed they were queued up for some bukkake action. So out with the smelt, out with the roach, lets get fishing !!!

Half an hour in to the fishing a bite came out of the blue on the smelt rod and it was a confident bite as well, but I pulled the bait out of the fishes mouth when I tightened up to the circle hook. Hmmmm two more similar bites where I didn't connect to the fish it usually only means one thing and that is small zedlets. It could well have been the same fish too as all bites were within the same stretch of cover.

Oddly the bites dried up but I had another chance an hour later when another section of cover produced a bite within a few minutes, however this times a fish was on. A welcome Zander around 4lb graced the net and a blank avoided, and its eye highlighting just why these predators are top dog.