Piscatorial Quagswagging

...the diary of a specialist angler in around the Warwickshire Avon and its tributaries.

Tuesday 30 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - Balers and Ballistocardiographs

Fishing is great isn't it, take your mind off the modern world for that moment of time, anyway a tale of two halves this one, because after stopping off at the 'Untrodden' for bailiff duties during the middle of the day wasn't exactly ideal fishing weather, but with Sam's mate Matthew over from Chester and Sam pestered me to bring a float rod and catch his first fish.

Luckily the field had seen the haybailer recently so it was much easier to get around because it was a bit of a pain I must admit. Not so much the length of the crop, but the tiny bits that came off them and stuck to your socks. 



Matthew went home happy because not only has he a fishing licence of his , but he caught his first fish. In-fact he caught quite a few with Sam and Matthew taking it in turns to man the rod. The maggots were getting taken on the drop so simple tactics to winkle out a few fish, before the sun beat us up in to submission.

The water fight in the garden amplified after dinner so I buggered off to another stretch of the Avon where I'd fish in to dusk.


There was a match on the previous day and the chub and elusive (for me) barbel hadn't fed whatsoever so I was gutted that when I sneaked in to an elevated swim and dropped some bread crust into the swim, a chub after a couple of nudges took the bread where I struck and pricked the fish.

It looked a good fish too, but yes a stupid question, it never came back !!!

I tried another couple of spots but they were as cagey as anything so ditched the floating bread and got set-up and hour before dusk to see if I'd fair better when the light levels had dropped.

It's a nice swim this, shallow fast water upstream, tree cover over at the far side and a bed of reeds to my left. In the middle it carries some depth and that's where I'd drop the bait just off the creas. 

Sadly just one chub pull before the curfew kick-off time, however not entirely unexpected considering the conditions, but I'm sure a decent fish will turn up sooner than later. 

I'm enjoying just spending time outside now, despite the fishing not being brilliant, but my fishing time is about to be curtailed because the Wife has a well deserved break in Edinburgh from early Thursday through to late Monday so I'll be in charge of the reprobates. 

Still plenty of things planned and sadly none of it fishing and one of the planned trips we will be venturing into Birmingham on the train of all places for some revelry, wish us luck.

So one more day to go fishing and that is tomorrow where after a curry with a mate post work from the office, I'd have a few hours max to try and catch something half decent.

I plan to don my waders this time round however because I know where some decent chub have been hiding but they are difficult to get too. I will also fish a bait static at dusk again like I did before for a last gasp barbel before the drawbridge comes down.

On to the next one !!


Saturday 27 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - Maggots and Macrophobia

I don't seem to get a look-in at the moment with Sam keen to go fishing where he commandeers the rod most of the time, but for this short session we also had his whip and a few maggots.

The Avon is gin clear at the moment which can make the fishing tough but at least fishing maggots will get that float going under. We both love fishing for chub off the top though in these conditions because you can often see the fish take the bait, so we'd take it in turns to do that.



Plenty of maggot munchers fancied the grubs bit nothing big really milling around just plenty of minnows, small perch and lots of bleak. After we exhausted the first swim it was on to fishing the bread off the top to try and get a proper bend in the rod.

So many escape routes though that's half of the problem because we lost two fish within the first two swims despite being on to the fish as soon as the bread disappeared from view. Both looked decent fish as well so gutted really, but these are jungle swims, the odds are against you.



So we stuck with the more open swims in the end with Sam catching the first fish that nailed the bread after it was being mullered by the bleak as it was drifting downstream. 

I managed one but this time with a piece of slow sinking bread that was nailed as it fell through the water column to a deeper area that I could just about make out the bottom under my polarised sunglasses. 


After a twenty minute chat with Buffalo Si who was enjoying the sun and filling me in on his most recent captures (new upload soon apparently featuring a lovely river carp 👌), we kept on fishing but these were the only fish were managed to catch before calling it a day. 

To be fair Sam lost another fish when the hook pulled when he was giving the fish some stick to try and stop it getting in to the reeds, but they were certainly cagey today, as I could see fish initially but they spooked off when we got near the swim. On to the next one !!!

Friday 26 July 2024

The River Arrow - Widgets and Witenagemots

Well after breaking a couple of landing net handles recently due to my abuse basically I've managed to get my Drennan twistlock handles back up and running again. I've tried and failed a few ways to get hold of the little widgets that are a key component of the locking mechanism after they broke again. Thankfully a WhatsApp message to Martyn from the Stratford-Upon-Avon Angling association at the start of the week to see if he could ask the Drennan rep, came up trumps !!! (Oh and thanks James for trying !! But sorted now)

"The spares have arrived you needed, 👍 No Charge"

Top man is Martyn, another couple of beers at Christmas coming your way !!!

Now Romney Marsh is one of the loneliest, most windswept regions of Britain. Here sheep have grazed for more than a thousand years and along the many drainage channels, creeks and inlets smugglers once brought their contraband ashore. 

But Romney Marsh is also an excellent place for the pike fisher. Here miles of water are home to some of the best pike in Britain. They grow fat on the teeming roach and rudd that breed prolifically throughout the waterways.

One bright winter's morning two friends cast their pike baits into a deep channel at the extreme end of the freshwater section just a few hundred yards from the more brackish water where there was a good chance of catching a flounder or a mullet. For the first hour the two big, bright pike floats bobbed about with not a sign of a fish. 

The two men lost interest as the icy wind gradually numbed them. They left their baits fishing and wandered off with their dogs at heel to try to warm up. 

Returning some ten minutes later they discovered that one rod had disappeared. At first they thought it might have been stolen, but that seemed unlikely in such a remote spot.

Then one of the fishermen spotted the missing pike float far away down the river. They gave chase, and having caught up with the float realised that somewhere down in the water beneath it was a pike that had hooked itself. But this was a wide river and there was no way to reach the float. 

Then, twenty yards upstream of the float, they saw the rod. There was only one thing to do. They shouted 'Fetch!' to the best of the two dogs and in an instant the big Labrador was powering through the water. 

When it reached the rod,the dog grabbed the cork handle and turned for the shore. It swam a few feet but was then unceremoniously tugged in the opposite direction. The pike was being played by the Labrador.

Now this was a dog that did not like to give up. It had swum much bigger, colder rivers than this and having been told to bring this curiously lively stick to its master it was intent on doing so, come what may. Thus began a twenty-minute battle between a determined Labrador and an equally determined pike. At the end of that time the Labrador managed to reach the bank. 

Luckily it was a bank that shelved gradually away and the Labrador, having backed out of the water, kept hold of the rod and continued to back up until the pike came bouncing on to the shore. The fish probably the only fish ever to be played and landed by a Labrador weighed eleven pounds.

The one slightly unfortunate result of the whole affair was that the dog developed a taste for fishing. Whenever its owner hooked a fish from then on, the Labrador would bark and howl until the fish had been landed or until he had been given the rod so he could land the fish. 

On quiet, expensive fisheries the noise of the fish-mad dog became such an embarrassment that the fisherman often had to leave his faithful friend at home. But in the remaining six years of its life the fishing Labrador managed to land several more pike as well as a number of trout, two eels and a three-pound chub.

Anyway not much to write home about on the fishing front when Sam and I went to the river Arrow. The only highlight was seeing a snake at close quarters that was actually chilling out on the first peg we fished. We spooked it and and it swam upstream but I've never seen one that close before. 

It was low and clear and the chub were just not interested, slow sinking bread, off the top, on the bottom, nada. In one swim 4 or 5 decent sized chub came up to look at the bread but were resistant to take it and then disappeared altogether. Even the banker swim didn't produce sadly and the weir, well it looked good for a bite, but sadly no takers. You cannot win them all !!! 


Thursday 25 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - Bevy's and Bestiocracy

Now the freebie acid house glow-stick barbel rest didn't quite make it market sadly, you see it was meant to be attached to the Angling Times the 3rd of November (my birthday) 1994 when the Criminal Justice and Public Order Act introduced a number of changes to the law, most notably in the restriction and reduction of existing rights, clamping down on unlicensed rave parties. 

In the end three disgorgers were attached instead because sadly financially it just wouldn't work, and to be honest the backlash might have been too much. 

An opinion divider that's for sure !!!


Thankfully there wasn't the vitriol slingers of facebook and Instagram back then as it might have brought the internet down if it was a freebie (this my recreation), as not everyone like the joys of repetitive beats. 

I can only imagine if the face was changed to a dove ecstasy pill as originally planned, not quite the reading demographic, maybe a Werther's Original theme might have been better 😮🕊🕊🕊!!!! But angling needs to attract a younger crowd, it always has done because in modern times especially, there is so much that angling can offer the youngster. 


Anyway with the kids now on holiday Sam pestered me to take him fishing which is good, so after a busy day at work after making the dinner, Sam and I and his newly purchased monkey that weighs 4.5lb's were off to one of our favourite areas on the Warwickshire Avon to try and catch a chub off the top in challenging conditions.  

You see the river is back to low and being clear again which can often leave you wondering where the heck are the actual fish, because the river can seem devoid of fish in swims you can see what you'd be fishing for.



This stretch can often seem like jungle warfare but that is good, because it provides so much cover and escape routes for chun they like it down here because of that. From various vantage points trickling down some bits of bread on the surface if the chub have some confidence they will rise to take the bread off the surface, often nudging it a few times first before inhaling it out of sight.

Sam is now a dab hand at this technique and he was first on the rod to catch a fish from this diminutive waterway. It was the third swim that did the business for Sam which was a small'ish chub for this area but it gave him a right old battle but no match for angling skills.


It was really deep though despite being quite short in length, it will be a nice fish to catch in winter when it has put on some timber and proudly displaying its summer bronze colouring. Once you catch one fish this way often the swim goes dead so its best to keep on the move to try and find more fish.

We had exhausted the lower pegs so retraced our steps where it was my turn to try and catch a fish. Out of the blue.

"Dad, did you see that ?"

"What  ?"

"A big black creature just came from there and went straight in to the water"

"An otter ?"

"Well it could be, I've not seen one before have I"


So we went to the swim where he saw it where we tried for chub off the top for ten minutes but the creature was nowhere to be seen. We headed up to the swim above which has some cover at the far side where it was clear with the animal noises and rustlings coming from there that there was something in residence.

"Dad, look, over there quick"

Then we both couldn't believe our eyes, an otter popped out from the end of the cover by some reeds followed by another one, and then another. Three otters in residence 🤯 WOW!!! I've never seen that before despite seeing countless otters over the years, I've never seen three together. A mum and two fully grown pups, who knows, but those resident barbel will be watching their backs from now one that's for sure.


Dusk was still a good hour and a half away and they couldn't care less we were there. We headed downstream to see if we could get them on video, but they were nowhere to be seen after that. There has always been otters on this stretch in-fact this location was where I discovered one that had been hit by a car, mink too as well that take up residence on the island, but three, I really was amazed. 

Sam had seen his first 'wild' otter, and to see three at the same time, what an introduction. Anyway after two kingfishers flew by at a ridiculous pace we had a few swims left try and catch some more chub.


 After Sam lost 2 that buried themselves into the reeds for the inevitable , I managed a nice fish of 4lb and 9 ounces that fought like a demon. I thought I'd lose it on a couple of occasions but managed to land it after an epic battle.

We'd ran out of swims now and on the way back to the car tried two that we caught from before where Sam managed the smallest of the evening, that was slightly smaller than his first one. Quite an eventful few hours and those that say fishing is boring should live in our shoes, they might have a different outcome.  

Monday 22 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.7

A fanatical coarse fisherman had long wanted to buy a house by his favourite river, the Thames. At last the chance came and he bought a small cottage with a long garden running down to the river. He then bought a small boat and began to prepare for the opening of the coarse fishing season. He cleaned his rods and reels, sharpened his hooks, checked the meshes of his landing net and did everything possible to ensure that his life by the river started in the way he meant it to continue.

On his inaugural outing he decided to fish a few hundred yards above a weir. It was an area of the river known for its big pike and if there was one species this fisherman loved catching above all others it was pike. He'd caught his first pike a lively six-pounder when he was just ten, and now forty years later he wanted to celebrate the acquisition of his dream house by landing a pike over ten pounds.


On 16 June, the opening day of the season, he got up at dawn, prepared sandwiches and a large flask of hot tea, checked his tackle one last time and walked proudly to the end of his garden. His new boat was bobbing happily in the current and he loaded his tackle aboard and set off. The weir was about half a mile downstream, but the river was running quickly and it took just ten minutes to reach the chosen spot.

He threw out his anchor, set up his best pike rod and cast a large sprat into an area of slack water just a little to the side of the main current. On his first cast the float vanished and a good pike was soon engaged in a fierce tussle at the end of the line. It was an eight-pounder, not quite the hoped-for double-figure fish but a good start nonetheless.

According to the newspaper reports that later appeared, it was at this point that everything started to go wrong. As the fisherman tried to unhook his pike, he slipped over backwards and was lucky not to have fallen into the river. The downside of the tumble was that the pike fell on the fisherman's face and sank its teeth into his nose. 

The fish's sharp teeth had only a slight hold on the skin, but in an unthinking reaction to the pain the fisherman yanked the fish away, leaving a nasty wound that immediately began to bleed. Trying to keep his temper despite the pain and the blood now dripping freely on to his shirt the fisherman gently returned the pike to the water and took stock of his situation.

As he stood dabbing his nose and wondering whether or not to call it a day he noticed that his home-made anchor a chunk of concrete with a steel ring through it - had come adrift and his boat was slipping rapidly downstream. 

The fisherman lunged for his oars, but one had already slipped overboard.

What on earth was he to do? 
The boat had picked up speed as the water began to race towards the weir and he suddenly realised that in a few moments his idyllic trip had turned into a nightmare.

If he couldn't stop the boat before it reached the weir he might even be killed. 

He tried using the remaining oar as a paddle but it had little effect against the power of the current. 

He glanced back to the security of the bank, but there was not a soul to be seen. He shouted for help, but no reply came. The few houses he passed seemed deserted and he began to panic. 

He tried to steer the boat away from the main current, but without success and then looking over his shoulder, he realised that the boat was now no more than a few hundred yards from the foaming waters of the weir. Just before the weir itself there was narrow wooden footbridge, but there was no way the fisherman could jump from the boat and reach it as he passed underneath.

Then he had an idea. It was a long shot but it might just work. He quickly attached his heaviest wire trace to his line, added four large treble hooks and a weight and sat down to wait for the boat to reach the bridge. He had just one chance but he was ready. At the moment the boat cleared the bridge the fisherman expertly cast his weight and hook back at it. The weight went high over the bridge and landed in the water on the upstream side. 

The fisherman, his boat still moving downstream, reeled in as fast as he could and as the weight and hooks were dragged back over the footbridge they caught in the bridge's wire superstructure. The fisherman turned side-on to the bridge and gradually allowed his rod to take the strain. 

The rod bent into a hoop and the line sang in the breeze, but the boat began to slow and the line held. If the fisherman had decided to try for pretty much any species other than pike that day, his tackle would not have been strong enough to hold the rowing boat in the current. 

But the pike tackle was powerful and the hooks held until someone crossing the bridge a little later noticed that the man standing in a boat in the middle of the river and apparently fishing for a footbridge was actually in serious trouble. The police were called and a motor launch rescued the fisherman just as his line finally gave way.🤯

Anyway, enough of that !!

Back to fishing, well the recently bought maggots needed reviving by the Jimny's demister because the fridge for some reason had gone really cold, just off freezing which meant the maggots were like Joe Biden on the campaign trail. 

To be fair it didn't take long for them to kick in to life and we were off to do some fishing !!! I left all my feeders all at home though and not only that but the back-up catapult was also left behind. Tw@t, so I could only really fish as far as I could chuck the maggots. 


I need not worry though the amount of fish really was an eyeopener really especially when the river is gin clear. I fished two swims and it really was a bite a chuck, predominantly chub, but also some small roach and dace to add to the mix. I fed some bread to see if any bigger chub were about but they were nowhere to be seen with the sun high and the skies blue. 

Bleak were plundering the pieces though and from time to time they were getting chased by perch. Anyway I stupidly forgot my sun cream and sun hat so decided to call the session early, but boy, a river alive with fish, so nice to see !!! 

Sunday 21 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.6

With a busy day ahead after a rare lie-in I had a small window of opportunity to try and catch a chub or two from the untrodden. It was going to be an overcast day and almost 10 degrees lower than the day before which was nice and warm.

There was a threat of stormy weather or at least some rain later on as well so might as well make the most of the dry weather I suppose.  


But so far this summer has been pretty rubbish hasn't it, where there doesn't seem a week with two consecutive days of decent weather. The river was alive with fish and after the session I decided to come back and fish maggots to see what I could pick up. 

You can probably just make out the bits of bread over at the far side of the pool where after a good hour with only bleak and other maggot munchers providing interest, out of the blue an unmistakable wake of a good chub that took it off the surface, with quite a disturbance.
 

I didn't think it would take the piece of bread on the first cast but it did and under my polarised sunglasses it didn't mess around other like they can do sometimes, it had one mission and that was to get the bread.

Just under 4lb it was a nice summer chub and also gave a good fight because I was expecting it to be bigger when I teased it in to the net, still a nice chub. 


I managed another 3 chub with the first being the biggest so not a bad return for only a couple of hours of fishing, because the river is back to low and gin clear again which can make the conditions tough. Fishing bread on the surface is a great tactic because you can cover a lot of water to see where those wary chub are holding up.

The soon wise up to it though so it can be boom and bust, and when they are cautious the are REALLY cautious, and you'd be wasting your time trying to catch one. Anyway that was my lot, I'd a mates 50th birthday BBQ to go to. 

Saturday 20 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - Caves and Cathisophobia

Anyone else up for escaping the modern world ? 

You see haven't you heard ? There’s a big tunnel on the Moon, and we can’t be 100% sure how it got there but it could be a handy place for humans to live, provided there are no aliens inside. 

Fishing on the moon ? why not.

The underground cave has been found in the Sea of Tranquility, the 500-mile wide basin where Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first astronauts to walk on the Moon almost 55 years ago to the day.

For almost as long, scientists have suspected there are tunnels on the Moon, but had never discovered one with an opening, until now. 

It was found thanks to Nasa’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter, which surveyed the Moon and allowed scientists from the University of Trento in Italy to create a 3D model of the cave. Thought to be up to 80 metres long, 45 metres wide and between 130 and 170 metres below the surface, it stretches out beneath a pit around 100 metres wide in the Sea of Tranquility a dark region on the near side of the Moon which can be seen with the naked eye.


The most likely explanation for our observations is an empty lava tube. On Earth, lava tubes are the caves left behind by underground lava flows – earlier this year, scientists discovered evidence of humans living in one 7,000 years ago.

Lava tubes on the Moon are thought to have formed the same way and, in the future, could help humans colonise it. The Moon is hostile to human life and its surface is exposed to cosmic radiation that is up to 150 times more powerful than Earth.


The lunar surface is also vulnerable to frequent meteorite impacts and extreme temperatures, ranging from -173C to 127C. But previous research has suggested underground caves have an average temperature of around 17C, creating cosy conditions for astronauts.

I'd be happy with that most certainly, I don't really like it super hot like it was today !! Anyway how the heck is Ben now 15 scary really as I remember him as a toddler like it was yesterday playing in a ball pit in the playroom.
 
He is progressing as the months go by, however he is unlikely to live independently where he will definitely need lots of support going forward. 

But on the positive note, he couldn't be more happier and unlike many kids his age sheltered from the modern world.  

Anyway with Sam's best mate stopping over this weekend I had a small window of opportunity post a BBQ where hopefully I'd catch a barbel.

Some have been showing here like they usually do this part of the season and I fancy something to put a proper bend in the rod.

The day was very warm indeed reaching 31 degrees so I waited till the end of the day where I rocked up at 8.30pm for a couple of hours fishing.

Simple tactics of a PVA bag of mixed pellets and a boilie on the long hair. It was a very pleasant evening indeed especially when the temperature dropped when the sun disappeared from view, fingers and legs crossed for a barbel.

The fish had other ideas though because despite the relatively dark and sheltered swim where I've caught barbel before to 12lb 8oz nothing happened for an hour and a half, until the light levels had dropped considerably and the tip light was earning its pennies.

Out of the blue a decent bite where the tip jumped in to life and continued pulling round, where you would think there would be a barbel on the end because it was a characteristic bite, but no, the first pull of the rod this was a mediocre chub.


No match for the barbel rod thats for sure so I felt a bit sorry for it when it must have known there is no point trying to pull back because the outcome was inevitable. Still a fish is a fish is a fish so at least it wasn't a blank. Anyway it pulled the Dynamite hot-fish and glm boilie off the hair in the tussle so after rebaiting it went back out again hoping the next bite was from a barbel. 

Errrrr nope, because literally two minutes later groundhog dog because I was playing another chub of similar stamp that even though I was fishing with a long hair was determined to swap stories with the mate of his.


Hmmm best laid plans and all that !!!

Third time lucky ?

Well know, because fifteen minutes later another chub of similar stamp that this time caused some swim carnage, so much so there was no more bites after that, so sadly I left with the tail between my legs with another barbel session ticked off with nothing to show for it. So a change of venue is needed, Buffalo Si to the rescue ?, let's hope so because he's been catching barbel, I haven't and he's put me on to some spots. 

Thursday 18 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.5

Arthur Ransome, best known for children's stories like Swallows and Amazons, is probably the only really stylish angling writer of the twentieth century. His book Rod and Line has little in it that will help you catch more or bigger fish, but Ransome can be relied on to get right to the heart of what makes fishing so appealing and he usually does it by describing nothing more than a day catching gudgeon, or watching the anglers on some remote Russian river ply their rods. Ransome was himself a very keen angler, though disarmingly modest about his abilities.

Only once did he land a carp and it was an experience so shattering that he wrote about it at length. Catching just one carp may sound like a pretty poor show, but until modern tackle and techniques began to develop in the 1950s, carp were considered almost uncatchable. 

They were seen as huge, mysterious fish, the inscrutable inhabitants of deep, long-forgotten lakes. They would rarely take a bait and if by chance one was hooked its speed, power and cunning almost always meant the fisherman's tackle was smashed before he realised what had hit him.

Ransome said that even the salmon could not match the carp's appalling pace and anyone who has caught both would probably agree with him. The difficulties of catching carp when Ransome was writing in the early 1900s can be judged by the fact that the British record stood at about twenty pounds at that time. Carp commonly grow to twice that size or more.


When Ransome hooked his carp he was using a multiplier and rod combination on which he'd caught numerous large salmon. Yet when he hooked his carp with the same tackle he admitted he simply could not keep in touch with it. More by luck than judgement he managed to land the fish and was astonished to discover after what he considered an epic battle, that it was really quite a small specimen.

On that same day Ransome had a bizarre and quite unforgettable encounter with another carp. He hooked the fish late in the afternoon and realised immediately that fish rather than angler was in control of events. 

As soon as it was hooked the carp set off at a blistering pace for the far side of the lake. It was so quick that Ransome could not give it line in time and the cast snapped like cotton. Then there occurred one of the strangest events of Ransome's long angling career.

His line had snapped a foot or so above his float and while considering how or even whether he should tackle up again he kept an eye on the lost float, which lay flat on the water and still well out towards the middle of the pond. 

As he watched, he saw the float begin to move. It sailed directly towards Rancome's feet. When it came to within six feet of the edge of the lake the float stopped, there was a mighty swirl and a great bronze flank was seen to shoot off towards deeper water. Using his net Ransome retrieved his float, which still had its hook and weights attached.

As he remarked later, it was as though the fish had returned his tackle as if to say: 'Not a bad first attempt. Do try again."

However as an engineer to try again never worked with me when it came to art, my brain just isn't programmed to be artistic and Sam is the same. This effort he came home recently with and at least you could work out what is was. Anyway to the fishing, I wanted some revenge from the chub that Sam lost down at the untrodden but being a busy man this week, my fishing time is very limited indeed, however I decided to set the alarm for 5.00am and have few hours before work.

To be fair I wanted to bring the deeper here as well to see how deep the pool was because I'm sure it could hold some fish. The pool itself was as the deepest 10ft and in the main between 7-8ft. So it carries some reasonable depth that's for sure.

The fish though seemed to be in the shallower half of the pool and I'm not sure what they were because prior to casting the deeper those bits of bread on the surface didn't have much interest apart from some small fish initially. Then a good hour eventually a huge wake where a chub had taken it off the top from a competing duck.

Could it have been a carp though ? Sam reckons "it looks like an area where a carp would live" whatever it was though despite managing a freebee, never came back for more. 

So sadly I blanked before curfew called time, however on a positive note I dropped in to the swim I made the other day which was alive with fish because where I secured a couple of SSG shots on the line and the bread hit the bottom it was getting mullered by the peckers !!!

Next time I'll bring some maggots I think just to see what I can pick up. Encouraging signs for sure, because this area was affected by the pollution incident a year ago. Anyway better get off to work, got tax to pay for those sofa dwellers. 

Sunday 14 July 2024

Warwickshire Avon - The Untrodden Pt.4

Sam was disappointed when I got home after the fishing the Arrow on my tod as he really wanted to tag along as well. He woke up at 7.00am all ready to go to find an empty bed !!! So two fishing sessions in one day as after dinner we decided to pay a visit to the new stretch where hopefully some chub were up for biting...

This turned out to be one of those sessions we would rather forget however !!!! 🙈


In chronological order
  1. The first cast of the bread no takers but the weight wasn't holding bottom however on the retrieve the rig got snagged up in a bush sadly leading to a break.
  2. Then out of the blue after feeding some surface bread we got a big chub feeding off the top in the pool swim, the swans turned up so we had to wait until they went before getting the bread out.
  3. As Sam was chilling waiting for them to go, he squashed the bread to almost a pancake.
  4. The first cast of the bread a decent chub took it straight away causing a huge wake and I was in to a decent fish, after a few seconds Sam wanted the rod, where despite his best efforts the chub did him over by swimming in to some thick cover to our left. He really was gutted !!!
  5. The hooked pulled and we were now hooked up to the bush instead, where trying to untangle it using the landing net handle led to a failure of the threaded connection, where it just snapped and remained in the net. (To be fair I'd already araldite'd it once before due to its naff design) 
  6. With that swim scuppered we had no way to land anymore fish as the swim was far too elevated, so we had to fish the peg I created the other day where we must have disturbed an ants nest that were trying to get in to every orifice !! Luckily the chublets were queuing up the river was alive with fish. 
  7. The dry grass was long and Sam's wellies were getting full of bits and pieces that was annoying the hell out of him, so he had to take them off every 15 minutes to clean them out, his socks cleary showing the aftermath. 


In the end we both agreed to end the session early, and to be honest we laughed about it, because it was a catalogue of errors I must admit. So another landing net handle destined for the bin, I'll have to stick with my NGT offering, to be honest seem more robust that any I'd had over the years 👀

Sam hated the bits in his wellies so much he won't be returning apparently 😆, I sure will though I'm sure there are some gems to be had. 


Good to see the river alive with fish though, the bread getting mullered before it even hit the bottom. A maggot approach I'm sure you'd build up a nice bag of fish I'd imagine, I might even try it sometime. Unlike Sam I like it here though, especially when you enter the field and head down to the water the road noise is minimal.

So one of the trips out I'm sure we will recall again during the forthcoming sessions, 'the evening when everything went wrong' 
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