Showing posts with label pike. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pike. Show all posts

Monday, 28 July 2014

Aesthetics


Beautifully made. 


Fishing isn't just about catching fish you know.

Oh, no - it's about many, many other things - including everything looking just right. I mean, you can have your trophy shots - and most of us have - but for many of us things have to look - well, perfect.  

My two favourite quarries are trout in the summer months and pike through the winter - though with a new job I'm afraid I've not been doing much of either lately. 

Trout fishing for me is all about naturalness. While my friend Harry hurls his fluorescent blobs of sparkling man made fibres whistling perilously close to my ears accompanied by gun like cracks as the line whips through the air and turning the water all about to foam  I much prefer the studied, protracted business of carefully inching well made flies through the meniscus. My creations are crafted from, fur and feather and come complete with eyes, elbows and arseholes as another friend, Kim once commented. 

Harry usually catches more than me. 

But, see, that's not the point, my fish mean more, they are caught aesthetically - with finesse and feeling, my fish have been duped by close copies of their usual food items, not angered into snatching at an invasive fluro green monstrosity that looks like nothing they've ever seen before. 

I don't suppose the fish care much though - they've still been caught. 

When pike fishing I love to use floats where I can, not just because they offer the best indication of interest but also because they just look so good. There's nothing quite as exciting when fishing to see the first movement of the float because you just know that something is down there! However, when the float is homemade with love, attention and time it just seems to make a difference. I don't know why - it just does. 

Cane! Now that's a whole other subject!

I came across the floats in the top picture at a clients house. She makes flies and floats and the ones here - which she very kindly gave me - are made out of natural materials; there's a quails egg, Kent cob nut, crows quill and pieces of natural wood, varnished over and over again before being carefully painted and then varnished some more. What a gift - made with patience and care and given with kindness. 

And I'd much rather look at a float than sit behind a bank full of matching rods with baits flung to the horizon in full ambush mode. It's interesting, it's exciting and there's always something to see. If you're waiting for alarms to go off - and there is definitely a place for alarms and gadgets - it's too easy to miss...well everything. If alarms are set then you can do other stuff; reading, watching TV (yes, really...), make up rigs and sleep. If you're watching a float you can't do any of that - you have to look, and when you look, well then you see. Bubbles around the float, signs of activity, signs of life - signs of interest....it's interesting! Using a float in all forms of fishing seems to keep the anticipation vital, real and ever present. Fishing with a float also keeps you active - and that's usually a good thing. 

Though I have to say when I recently fished the Kennet I appeared to have forgotten how to long trot - out of practise I suppose. But if you've ever seen an expert with a float - my friend Crump and his centre pin instantly spring to mind - it's a joy to watch.  But I caught my mid double pike on the day by leap frogging with two rods and watching the floats and the morning just flew by. And because I watched the floats I saw the activity which presaged the take. I saw the fry leaping away from the marauding pike; I saw the water move, bulge as the fish below shifted its own space about it. I saw the float bob, dip and dance; and I knew exactly when to strike, when to lean into the fish as it turned the bait and moved off because I knew exactly what was happening.

A home-made float seems to make the catch more...well, valuable.
Aesthetically, floats are wonderfully pleasing, but they're also effective too. So too are my flies when trout fishing. Hairs ear, rabbit fur, pheasant tail, peacock hurl, duck feather, partridge, squirrel tail and deer fur - all have their place in fly tying. Using these natural - ingredients, if you like - not only pleases me but also interests the fish. Those little bits of barely seen fur, feather and hide make realistic and effective baits, lures and attractors. I do know that fluorescent colours have their place, but I do love catching fish with natural materials where I can. Sometimes it takes more perseverance - much more sometimes - but if catching fish isn't the only aim, the only goal, try using realistic flies, try using floats and try lure fishing for pike with baits that react naturally (a whole other subject in itself) and see if it adds to your satisfaction. It might, and you might see and feel a whole lot more too.

A small, beautiful fish - but that's a home-made fly, that is..

Thursday, 28 November 2013

River Kennet




It's not often one gets a chance to fish a chalk stream to catch as many brown trout as you want. In fact, more brown trout than you want. I once read that a definition of hell would be a fishing venue where you caught fish all day long. 

A beautiful specimen........


The Kennet most certainly is not hell - it's a magical, meandering, pretty little river with miles of inlets, side streams and cascade pools to explore and we turned up to be greeted with bacon rolls and champagne lovingly prepared by our host Phil Sharnock under whose kind auspices we were invited today. 

Sparkling sunlight...

It was crisply autumnal, golden leaves glimmered in the low morning sun which reflected cleanly off the clear chalk stream water in beams of crystal light.  The trees were hanging on to the last of their russet and rufus leaves, the grass sparkled with a light frost and our breathe whisped around our mouthfuls of hot buttie as we swapped our thoughts about the day to come, spitting bread crumbs around us in a champagne spray of enthusiasm. 

We all had different plans; fly fishing for trout and grayling, feeder fishing for chub and roach, but I wanted to have a go at my preferred quarry in the winter - the pike.  I had brought along a couple of deadbait rods with some sprats, mackerel and smelt and I walked with my gear to the back of the estate, towards the old part of the river. 

Magical, meandering, pretty...

There were pike in the system but as the sun began its year end quickened journey to its highest point, they were proving hard to locate, the leaves ceased to crunch beneath my feet, beginning to whisper as the frost melted away before I saw any sign of a striking fish. But then it happened - a fish I thought to be around five pounds or so struck on the surface, scattering fry in its wake. I cast out the float fished sprat into the area and gradually drew it back towards me in short pulls, allowing the sprat to rise and sink enticingly as it moved.

Nothing. 

I cast again to the right this time thinking the fish may have turned and suddenly the float bobbed, moved sideways and began to sink away as if it had a life of its own. I leaned into the fish which certainly was not a jack and it powered away with a strong surge. It fought well for a few minutes then gave up completely until the net was seen then it started to fight again, but it was on the bank soon enough. 

My youth came back to me in a flood - Hythe Canal in 1973 - a frosty, foggy day and my first deadbait caught fish on a sprat bought that morning from the fishmongers. They're often overlooked due to their diminutive size, but my wife had bought these recently and they shimmered in the low sun as they were cast across the stream. I've had a couple more on that bait since that day in '73 but not many. It was good to get another, and a nice double too. 

I did catch some trout in the afternoon after a tasty chilli lunch and more wine, ending a wonderfully bright, successful day with a wistful moon and a sudden chill in the air as Winter reminded us of its proximity. 


Another trout....

Many thanks to Phil for the day, to Sue his wonderful wife for the chilli and to John for the lift and good company. Some men love their fishing so much that they can talk about it for hours without it seeming at all boring - John is one such enthusiast and he made the journey both ways seem short. Great company, good fishing and a bright autumn day - now that is heaven. 

Pretty brown trout...

Sunday, 13 October 2013

Woeful Wierwood - The PAC Day


Mike and Harry Fishing Again...?


Yesterday, the rain came down by the bucketload; the M25, M40, M4 and M11 all had problems throughout the afternoon and evening, water ran as rivers down country roads and cascaded into reservoirs and lakes all over the south-east.

Yes, as you can probably tell, I am laying substantial foundations in an attempt to excuse the fact that we blanked today on out first Pike Fishing trip of the season. Whether the rain caused the lack of Esox action or the high water temperatures (53F) or the bright sunshine I have no idea but only a couple of fish were caught all day on a water that certainly holds a few decent fish including some very nice perch. 

Harry and I neither saw a fish, felt a fish or smelled a fish - all day - and we tried just about everything. 

Dead baiting didn't produce, neither did trolled or drifted lures. We tried the deeper dam end, the shallower sanctuary end and most points in between, hunting high and low for features that might hold fish - even jacks. 

It is a sad fact that fills me with dismay, disdain and self-loathing, but not much of any of those really,  that I was pleased to hear that almost everybody else had also blanked. No, I'm not really that self centred -  it was just one of those days that for whatever reason know only to themselves - the fish decided to stay away. 

Not much else to do....


It happens, for what it's worth I think it was the large influx of dirty water into the reservoir yesterday that affected the pike and stopped them feeding. But we'll never know will we? I suppose that's part of the fun. 

Fun. Yes, I remember that. 

Dave Mutton drove a long way in the rain to facilitate this event, my thanks to him and his daughter for their efforts and for an opportunity for an early season attempt at the fish. 

Wednesday, 21 November 2012

Spoons


The very best lure in my opinion..Kuusamo's Professor

One of my favourites...and the pike's...


When you catch so few fish, it's important to photograph all of them...

Naturally, we have our friendly rivalries Harry and I, our differences of opinion, our own views on what constitutes a good breakfast or lunch, whether deadbaiting is a better method of catching fish than lure fishing, the efficacies of trolling - but we both agree that spoons are highly effective and efficient lures. In fact, I would lose little sleep if I could only use spoons to lure fish from now on. They are simple, practical and cheap; they can be trolled cranked or worked; they come in a huge variety of colours, weights, lengths and shape but they are all powerfully proficient and potent fish catchers.

Today's spoon of the moment...

When I fish with spoons I work the bait with the rod tip allowing slack line for the spoon to flutter enticingly. If you experiment with a spoon, let it drop on slack line in front of you and watch it as it dances away from the rod tip, flashing in sparkles of iridescent colours as it sinks down. Often takes will come on the drop, so it is important to maintain some contact with the spoon as it sinks to the depth at which you wish to fish it, but as you draw it back jerk the rod tip then give a second or two for the lure to flash before another short sweep of the rod. Many jerk bait enthusiasts employ this method of working the rod tip to impart movement to the lure, it also helps if you try to think like an unwell baitfish if you can.....

Stupid hat day...

 Anyway, we were back at Bewl for a pike only day and as always the fish were few and far between. As the Autumn Colours fell from the trees like russet snow we trolled and drifted our way around a few of the marks we have noted over the years and we both managed a small fish each. Harry employed "Percy" a plug of dubious origin but the effectiveness of which cannot be denied, Percy often produces the goods when other lures fail and he certainly pulled one out of the bag this time..

My fish was caught around lunchtime on the red spoon pictured above and on the drop, as is often the case when moving into a new area. The rod kicked even though the lure was sinking, but this is the effect of the spoon dropping back from the rod, it keeps the line relatively tight and takes on the drop are communicated to the angler most of the time. The fish was a fat jack and maybe the redness of the lure enticed him or maybe it was the flash.

Coffee time - see, men can multi-task...

 It was nice to be out just 5 weeks away from Christmas and with a cold wind corrugating the surface of the reservoir, but with a warm layer of clothing and a flask of hot coffee it wasn't too bad a day. Unfortunately I couldn't stir in the sugar - I didn't have a spoon.....!

Sunday, 13 May 2012

The New PAC Committee




The new PAC Committee has been installed for a fresh three year term and as a Twice Committee member (well, one-and-a-half really - and a small time one at that) I know firstly how much enthusiasm they have for their posts and, secondly, how much they're going to need it.

There are many who are foremost to complain and moan, yet last in line to volunteer, so my sincere best wishes to the new team who have had the courage to put the love of their sport above the lethargy of many, and the commitment to use their time to further the cause of Pike and Pike Fishing.

Dilip Sarkar MBE

The President, Dilip Sarkar MBE has already taken the bull by the horns - or perhaps that should be the Bear by the Balls - and shared some of his thoughts with Rob Shallcroft of The Pike Pool. In an act of selfless courage he has opened himself up to that minority of sofa critics, keyboard warriors and Moaning Myrtles who take great satisfaction in disparaging the efforts of the few who actually get off their arses to do something.


The new committee

I have written my small piece for Pikelines Magazine as a final farewell and replicate it below. As I mentioned my part was honestly a small one to play in the overall running of the club, but I enjoyed the work, the craic and the enthusiasm of many who work for no reward to protect a sport that many perceive as pointless. Long may the enthusiasm, the dedication and the tireless tenacity of the few continue to protect the minority sport of the many.

Goodbye, and thanks for all the fishing…

I’ve said this before, but I think that of all the fishing fraternities, Pikers are the most militant, the most likely to speak out against wrong-doing, the most protective of their quarry and the least likely to suffer fools.

Although hardly saints themselves in many cases, they will not sit idly by and watch while others kill pike for no reason other than a misguided belief that doing so will afford a level of protection to other species. Often, they will not tolerate fish killing at all – even for consumption.

It is said that some pet owners come to resemble their pets – perhaps this is true of fisherman and their target fish, for I firmly believe that Pike Fishermen are tenacious, aggressive and dynamic, much like the pike itself.

That’s why I love both Pike and Pike Anglers.

I have been fortunate enough to have worked with two committees and in both cases, the level of concern for the pike has been paramount. The sudden bursts into action when a threat to our fishing has been detected, and the tenacity and rugged determination to win the case has been supreme and I have every reason to believe that the next committee will continue at the same level of intensity.

I leave the Advertising in the very capable hands of Chris Liebbrandt – a well known angler of some distinction and renown – a fact which gives me great peace of mind - and I sincerely wish him the very best for the future. I extend the same thoughts to the rest of the new committee and offer my thanks to John, Graham, Tim, Chico, Mark, Colin, Chris, Mick and Skip for the wonderful work they have done. As for Steve Ormrod – well, suffice it to say that as an Editor, Designer and publisher he has been a pleasure to work with, always polite and ever efficient he is an asset to the PAC. As a fisherman – he is annoying. Clever, active and successful, he will always find triumph through determined persistence and thoughtfulness.

The PAC is in very good hands.







Sunday, 15 April 2012

Esox World




If you like Pike Fishing and are getting a bit fed up with not finding much on here anymore.....then you could try reading the new on-line magazine set up by Steve Rowley.

It's a great read...

Esox World

You need to register - but it's free!

Thursday, 23 February 2012

Don’t just do something – sit there!



This is another published article....I hope you like it....

When I was a kid, my father and I used to love the verbal antics of Stanley Unwin and the great Doctor Spooner. The latter was brought to fabulous fame by the late Ronnie Barker in a sketch by The Two Ronnies. My Dad and I spent hours in Unwin dialogue or inventing new Spoonerisms which would have us falling about on the carpet or giggling wildly in the streets of Germany, where I was brought up as a child. Much of the Germans’ strange views about the British may well have been brought about by my Father and I staggering down the streets of Hanover with tears in our eyes as a new phrase or expression tumbled out of our mouths. For some reason, the juxtaposition of syllables, words and phrases always seemed to be just the funniest thing in the world.

Doctor Spooner, particularly, was a favourite of mine and I still often chuckle at some of the reversed phrases that had me in stitches as a child. Some of his expressions have even made their way onto Birthday cards – ‘’No, no nurse I asked you to prick his boil!” or ‘’I’m sorry for the mix up Mr Smith, but apparently the Doctor said I should slip off your spectacles – my mistake!’’ My favourite original occurred when Dr Spooner was asked what he wanted for breakfast:

“Hot toated bust, my man, with my thanks.”

However, now that the years are creeping on I find that my childhood comes back to haunt me and Spoonerisms have slipped into my daily language at an alarming rate that Wogan would refer to as continuous Senior Moments. Only recently whilst abjectly trailing my wife around a local supermarket I asked her if she had remembered to buy the Granny Gravules! And on another occasion, meaning to refer to myself as “Your White Shining Knight in Armour”, I instead stammered out the phrase ‘Your Whining Sh**e!’

She agreed with me by the way!

None of this has of course anything to do with Pike Fishing at all, but it does remind me of a phrase my Father used to use when, as a teenager, I showed some reluctance to helping with the washing up or starting on my homework. He would come up behind me and in his soft, but authoritative brogue, he would whisper in my ear: ‘Don’t just do something, sit there, you lazy wee beggar!’ and, naturally I would then get up to help with whatever chores required attention with as much enthusiasm as a dog going to the vets to have a minor undercarriage operation.

Anyway, I was thinking about the different ways that we all fish and how occasionally, we get back home and wonder if we could have done something different, fished in a another spot or used other tactics to catch our chosen quarry. Do we really work at our fishing? Do we really give ourselves a chance to catch? Or do we throw out our deadbaits and wait for something to happen? It’s easy, sometimes, to get comfortable and forget that inactivity on our part may result in a poor day’s fishing or even a blank.

I’m assuming that we have found areas that do usually contain fish, as location is another complete subject in itself, but one that we should not ignore. However, it may be that on a given day the fish have fooled us and are either elsewhere, or are keeping a low profile for whatever reason best known to themselves. In either case there are things that we can do to make the best of the days fishing. I’m also discussing deadbait fishing here, because there are many articles on lure fishing - which is a pretty active niche of our sport anyway - and live baiting, which has a life of its own as well and therefore not relevant to this piece; and so we’re back to location again.

What, then, can we do to improve our chances when using the static deadbait technique that seems relatively popular with many pike anglers?

Move

One action we can take is to relocate if the swim we are in is proving to be unproductive. This sounds obvious but there are a number of factors to take into consideration first. Have we entirely covered our initial swim with baits and are we sure that we have placed them on the noses of any Pike that may be too lethargic to move or are not really feeding? It’s too easy to leapfrog or change swims on a pit (assuming you are able to do so – more of that later!) without having fully fished the one you were in. Often there are several areas in the same swim that may require our attention before we consider moving on.

I used to be bad at this, my daughter calls me a dwarf doctor – a man of little patience, (you see what she did there…?) and often I would cast out a few baits, give them just 20 minutes or so and then move if no takes were forthcoming. Actually, I think this smacks of low confidence more than impatience, because if you know that the fish have been there in the past and should be there now, then perhaps a little extra time may be needed. It’s also possible that there are more areas in that one swim than can be covered by two or three rods, in which case all these areas should be fished fully before moving on. Pike are not always on the hunt, sometimes they are lying quietly, but a close encounter with a meal may induce them to take it. We should not always assume that the fish will move 5 yards or so to inspect a bait.

To take an example of one 40 acre gravel pit I fish, there is a certain area which has five or six fishable locations reachable from one bankside spot. There is a dropoff about 35 yards out from one swim, and beyond that, about a further 8 or nine yards there is a small gulley. The gulley is only about a foot deep and maybe 30 yards long, but sometimes this will produce a fish when the dropoff does not and vice versa. To the left is a culvert and often a fish will be located a few yards away from this, or sometimes, a little further away still, under the bankside willows.

To the right of this same swim is a marginal shelf which runs for 20 – 25 feet or so before dropping gently into deeper water and fish have been taken here in the past, too. So, in this one swim, which is only large enough for one person to fish at any time, there are, at the very least, five different areas, not counting both ends of the gulley or the far end of the marginal shelf. Some of these spots aren’t very far from each other, but it is surprising how reluctant pike are to move at times, even just a few feet. We will revisit this swim a little later. You can see though, I hope, how easy it can be to move before each area has been given a fair chance to produce.

Many of us avoid margin fishing and I think the main reason is because we assume that we have scared all the fish away with our arrival. I almost always place my first bait in the margins whilst setting up the other rods, but you do have to be quiet. I know, I know – it’s very obvious, but the times I see somebody turn up at a swim and drop their rucksack on the floor, stamp around for 10 minutes while setting up, before casting the first bait towards the horizon, are just too numerous to ignore. None of this stuff is new, but it does sometimes need to be repeated, most of us have forgotten more about Pike Fishing than we care to consider. I proved this to myself again recently when fishing with some of the PAC committee. My best fish of the day came from the first cast under an overhanging bush and resulted in a seventeen pounder ably netted and photographed by John Cahill, which earned him a hot sausage sandwich! Margins are always, but always, worth a try.

Another factor to take into account when considering another swim is the feasibility of actually moving all our gear to a new location. I know that nowadays some Pikers travel light, especially when fishing rivers or drains, but when it comes to fishing pits there are still many anglers who settle in a swim for the entire session, and I really think that sometimes this is because it is just too much hassle to move. Hands up anybody reading this that has to use a trolley to get to the swim simply because all the gear is just too heavy to carry. It stands to reason then, that if it is too much effort to move then we may spend a wasted few hours in a swim which is either devoid of pike or has non-feeding pike within it.

Now and again – about once or twice a season - it’s a good idea to upend your rucksack onto the garage floor and have a good old rummage about. Don’t do it on the bank – it can be really depressing! Do you really need a pound and a half of lead weights? Or, eight different oil flavours and sixteen pike floats? The last time I looked in my rucksack I found three different books that I had finished reading but forgotten to take out. If you have too much gear, you will be reluctant to move, especially on the cold days when Fred J Taylor’s “I’ll be glad when I’ve had enough of this” philosophy is really relevant.

So, yes, do consider a move, but only once you are as certain as you can be that the swim you’re in is not going to be productive. Mind you, there are two sides to this coin. I have returned home to think, ‘should I have moved swim?’ almost as often as I have thought: ‘Should I have stayed where I was?’

Twitch

Sometimes a move is either not possible or unnecessary. It can be that there are no other swims available, and not just because the location you are fishing is crowded, but maybe because there are very few swims on the water you are fishing that ever contain pike. Mind you, “never say never” is a good motto to have as an angler. It also may not be necessary to move because you know that the fish are where you are, but they’re not feeding. In this latter instance, I guess that we are relying on past experience and guesswork. But if you are fishing in a known hotspot and not catching fish, then a move may prove pointless. I will give an example of this shortly, but first, what can we do to tempt a non-feeding pike into taking our bait?

One technique, widely publicised, but not so widely utilised, is the art of twitching a deadbait back to the bank, gradually over a half an hour or so. If the swim is clear of snags, this is a relatively simple task. I just pull about two or three feet of line in by hand and then reel it back onto the spool before re-setting the drop-off indicator. I pull the line by hand rather than just reeling it in because I can ‘feel’ what’s going on at the lead end more easily. This way I can feel any undulations on the bottom, but, more importantly, I can feel for snags, weed, gravel etc. It’s even simpler when using a float, of course, but distance is a little harder to achieve and distance is important, because you want to cover as many spots as possible on the way back. For this reason I use this technique most on the rod cast furthest away and obtain maximum movement across the lake.
If the swim is not so clear or relatively unknown, then I use a buoyant deadbait set anything from 12 inches to three feet from the bottom, and although it’s probably unnecessary, I use an uptrace too. In my mind I can picture the deadbait wavering enticingly near the bottom after each retrieval. As any good lure angler will tell you, it pays to think like a fish and I think that a gently wafting bait must look a little more tempting to an un-hungry pike than a static one.
I have caught many fish using this method, with more fish coming to the popped up version, but certainly both techniques catch and catch well. To reinforce this just ask yourself whether you have ever caught fish just as you pick up the rod to start winding in. Or whether fish have followed your bait in only to turn away at the last minute as soon as it spotted your bemused face at the bankside! The pike has seen movement and has acted upon it – it works! And it probably works more often than we know because we can’t always see the fish that follow the bait or are patiently nosing it when we start to reel in.



Wobble

Another great technique often overlooked is the art of deadbait wobbling. Not only can it entice non-feeding pike into action, it can warm up a cold and bored angler with a bit of activity.

Really, it’s just a more active version of the twitching technique and, in fact, the deadbait can be as active or static as you want it to be. This last point, for me, depends on many factors, but the two main ones are time of year/temperature and depth of water.
Generally - and it is only a generalisation - fish, including pike are less active in colder temperatures and I take this into account when wobbling. I will move the bait slower if the water is colder – generally. But, as I said earlier, never say never. I have had pike chase a bait that has been wound in at some speed whilst there has been a hard frost on the ground, and very low water temperatures.

Now to depth of water. Because I like to use as little weight as possible when wobbling, depth of water is important. The deeper the water, the longer it takes for the bait to reach the bottom and I don’t want to rush it either. The best part of wobbling is the take on the drop. Nothing makes the heart beat faster than a take whilst you are waiting for the bait to touch bottom. So when the water is deeper more time is spent making sure that the deadbait keeps in touch with the bottom and the bait, therefore out of necessity moves slower.

On some waters I fish and more particularly the rivers, you can put a lot more movement into the bait, raising it to the surface and letting it sink back to the bottom. With deeper water you have to pick a half to work in, either the top half or the bottom half, or even choose which third to work in if the water is very deep.

There have been many articles on deadbait wobbling rigs so I won’t cover them here except to say that I prefer to use just the weight of the fish itself where possible. I like it to look as lifelike as possible (even though it’s a deadbait!). If weight is needed then I keep it as small as I can. Wobbling can be a deadly method on its day and ignored at peril.
Jerk

Occasionally, I carry a light lure rod and a box of whatever happens to be sparkly to me at the moment. (Ooh look, pretties, my dear! said Fagin.) Lures to me are like spangles of wonderment; I am drawn by their shape, colour and feel, far more than I am attracted by their perceived technical ability. I don’t even care if they catch fish sometimes as long as they look nice! Except sliders – I love sliders, I love the way they mooove.

Because of that major flaw in my pike fishing attention span, I either don’t carry any lures at all, or I’m trying out some new ones, and therefore carry them and them alone, whether they’re suitable for the venue or not. But I do catch on them and chucking a lure around can warm up cold feet and hands. I’ve almost always got a spoon, somewhere!
Please don’t wander away from your rods though; I’m certainly not advocating roaming around the pit you are on leaving unattended rods on the far side of the lake or hopping off down the river bank too far away to reach your rods quickly in the event of a take on the baits. Also, don’t be tempted to use an extra rod that you don’t have a licence for, because the fines are large and the ignominy even larger. That said, using sparklies in your swim can sometimes induce a fish to move and that fish might just pick up your deadbait if it can’t be bothered to chase your lure.
I remember a mild October day in the Lake District many years ago. The morning had been long and unspectacular, but the afternoon had resulted in four runs in an hour or so, before quietening down again, with not a touch for two hours. I had decided to pack up at around 4 ish, and at half past three I reluctantly pulled out the lure rod and chucked a Kuusamo around in a desultory fashion to waste a little bit of time and to discourage myself from packing up early. I was jolted into wakefulness by a huge take on the spoon, a hefty weight, and then nothing. I threw the spoon another dozen or so times but couldn’t entice the fish to take it again. I was putting the rod back in the quiver and turning around to start packing away the other gear when the bite alarm dropped off the left hand rod fishing a popped up sardine, and the line peeled off the spool. It was a low double, but to this day I’m convinced that it was the same fish. I have no way of knowing of course, but it is a coincidence that has just happened a few times too often to convince me that cause and effect aren’t occurring. I firmly believe that sometimes running a lure through the swim can encourage a fish out of lethargy in the same way a sleeping cat can be enticed awake with a toy mouse on a string. It’s not always possible to carry a lure rod as well as all the other paraphernalia – I know that, and I certainly don’t want to encourage the trolley angler any further – but where it is possible, try and take a couple of lures and a rod. It’s another method, another activity that just might turn a blank into a catch.

I don’t know whether we all analyse our fishing, I know that some of us do, but I do know that if we all went home after every trip having caught at least one fish, we’d all be happier and better anglers. It’s the catching fish that gives us most of our experience. It’s certainly the catching fish that gives us our confidence, so the more fish we catch…well, you know.

Next time you’re cold and tired and temped to sit under your brolly, pull up your collar and pull down your hat, just give some thought about whether doing something active might help land a fish – maybe even a big fish - and whether that’s worth the effort. Let’s get it right this time – Don’t just sit there – do something.

Friday, 3 February 2012

Articles....One Hundred and Five

I thought I would pop up a couple of articles written for magazines in the recent past. This is the first one - a light hearted piece published in Pike And Preditors Magazine. It's all changed now, of course.

One Hundred and Five
I have photographs of most of them. Every one of them between 13.02 and 13.14. I changed my weighing scales three times in three years because I thought that maybe they had jammed, and then I thought maybe they were unlucky. Then I changed everything from my rods to my underpants because I thought they were unlucky too. I’ve had more lucky hats than tackle, golf and sundry other manufacturers could produce including formula one, Nike, Adidas and Guinness. I’ve refused to wear hats on days when naked heads almost caused frostbitten ears because I thought that might be lucky too.
Still only thirteen pounds!

I’ve had thirteen pounders from 37 different waters. I’ve caught them as far North as Aviemore and as far south as Sandwich in Kent. To the East I’ve caught thirteen pounders in Norway, Cambridge, Norfolk and Suffolk. To the West thirteen pound pike have graced my net in Kerry and Cork, Wales and Cornwall, Devon and Dorset. I’ve caught them from deep loughs and lochs, shallow rivers and ponds where the water I swear came no higher than my ankles. I’ve caught them in 6 inches of water and I’ve caught them with 35 feet of crystal clear water above their heads. Drains, dykes, fast rivers, slow rivers and streams have produced thirteen pound fish, as have pits, ponds, estate lakes and reservoirs.

Is it me?

I mean how can one person, never catch anything above thirteen pounds, no matter where he fishes? You can’t tell me some of the Cumbrian Lakes only have thirteen pounders in them. Or the well known Scottish Lochs or indeed the Secret Irish Waters I have fished.

I know they all hold bigger fish and I know other anglers catch them.

But not me.

May I perhaps give you an example?

My wife and I were on a working holiday last year, in Scotland, and I was allowed a day to go fishing near where she was teaching. I did some research, found a local day ticket water and planned my day. The tickets were bought, the deadbaits safely frozen in our host’s freezer and everything was ready to go. Then I caught a cold and it got worse and worse until it turned into ‘proper’ man flu.

I got up the following morning anyway, deciding to fish for the morning only. I crawled out of bed, staggered out to the Jeep and eventually sorted myself out to fish the north east bank of the Loch where I had seen masses of fry the day before. The water was shallow, maybe sloping down to 7 feet or so and I popped out the first rod onto the alarm with float legered mackerel on the slope, keeping an eye on the float in the gloom whilst I set up the second rod. I didn’t get chance to even get it out of the quiver when I heard the alarm bleep, saw the float dip once, then again, before disappearing below the surface of the flat calm loch. I struck straight away as I always do and after an awful lot of tailwalking and head shaking, the pike was in the net. With the hooks across the front part of the mouth she was easy to deal with and after wetting the safety sling I hoisted her on the scales.

13.06, and what a great start to the morning. The Fox safety sling is a great piece of kit as it really does protect the fish. So much so, that there was far more slime emanating from my poor, red, dripping nose than ever came off the fish. Anyway, to cut a great story relatively short, I had 12 fish in the morning, to deadbaits on the bottom, popped up and drifted and one on a Kuusamo Professor, just for a bit of a change.

The first one was the biggest!

Now I’m not complaining at all, because I had a great morning’s sport and for a while I even forgot about my aching bones, dripping nose and barking cough. Most of the fish were in the 5 to 7 pound category with a scraper double and the 13 pounder topping the 12. A good morning in anybody’s books.

My first pike bigger than 13 pounds...

A week later my wife Franc and I had travelled down to Cumbria where we were staying with friends and I decided to give one of the bigger lakes a go.

I put out the deadbaits and waited. I waited from 7am until 12.15 when a float legered mackerel was taken by, what I can only assume was a big fish. I can only assume, because I’ve never actually bloody caught one!

I still haven’t! After a 2 or three minute scrap, the fish was on the surface. If I had to guess, and I guess I do have to, I would say that the fish was between 18 and 22 pounds, but the hook pulled! The fish lay on the surface looking at me for a few seconds and then it slowly sank back onto the drop off exuding a mass of bubbles and sardine oil as it did so. It was an hour and a half before I retrieved that particular rod. Climbing a Scott’s pine when you’re 48 years old and (ever so slightly) overweight is not easy, actually!

I lost the next one too, but I estimated that at 7 pounds. I suppose that if you strike relatively quickly you do stand the chance of dropping a few, but I’d rather that than risk deep hooking a fish. However, I landed the next two fish which both came to paternostered joey mackerel and they weighed 9.08 and, yes you’ve guessed it - 13.09! All the runs came between 12.15 and 15.15 on a nice mild, sunny October day and that thirteen pound fish was my 22nd at 13.09. I keep very comprehensive records, mainly because I’m sad, but also because I do like to know what produces the fish.

For example, I can tell you that 33% of my catches have fallen to livebaits, 44% to deads and the rest to lures. I can tell you that my most successful deadbaits are smelt and mackerel (whole joeys) whilst my least successful are sardines! Don’t know why! Sardines are cheap and easy to obtain, but they’re just not as good at producing fish as smelt according to my diaries. I can also tell you that about 60% of my fish have come in the morning and 39% between dawn and 10 0’clock.

I can also tell you that I have caught 319 double figure pike of which 105 are thirteen pound fish. Of the actual thirteen pounders, for a while the most successful bait was eel section, but I have also caught 5 pound pike on whole herrings of 10’’ plus and whole mackerel, usually fished in a desperate attempt to locate big fish only. I have lost a couple of what I ‘guestimated’ to be larger fish, but not many, maybe three or four, but I suppose it’s difficult to tell how big a fish really is until you actually weigh it. I don’t lose many fish, you understand, last season I think only four or five actually dropped off, and so far this year only one, but that was a three pound jack on a six inch spoon, so I wasn’t overly surprised. But I do like to strike as immediately as I can, I use size 6 and 4 trebles and usually fish with floats, because, for me, immediate indication is imperative. I also put the rods on alarms, even if they have floats on, my mind wanders just as often as the next person and if I’m watching the wildlife or even brewing tea, I want to make sure that no indication of a bite is missed.

A lot of my fish that have been caught on lives or deads have been caught on floats. (61%) I just love see that moment when the float cocks, or lays flat and then slides off into the deeps. Yet apart from the aesthetic appeal, I also think that a better form of bite indication has yet to be invented. A float can tell you so much more than a drop off: the direction of the take, the savagery and speed of the run, and, although I seldom wait that long, it can also tell you whether the fish has turned the bait. Of course some pike still munch their food on the spot, kind of like those people who open a packet of crisps in the supermarket and wander around the store eating them, before finally paying for the empty packet at the checkout. I just believe that with a belt and braces approach, the risk of deep hooking is minimised. I’m amazed at the amount of times my Delk bleeps well before there’s any movement on the float. Justification in my eyes for using both when you can.

I have taken a couple of friends fishing who have managed bigger fish than thirteen pounds. That can necessitate a trip to the Doctors surgery in search of a prescription for sleeping tablets, let me tell you, but I’m pretty laid back about it all now. Not! On one trip, a friend and I were wandering along the banks of a drain on a bright February afternoon. My daughter was along with us for the fresh air and the walk, being about 6 or 7 then, and she was as good as gold, having been fishing with me on several occasions in the past, often with other friends. Anyway to reduce another great story due to the constraints of what, you the reader may consider to be the bounds of boredom, we had three fish between us. I caught a jack of around 6 pounds on a Professor, (one of my all time favourite lures – oooh, that flash!!) together with a lovely 13.03 on an Abu Hi-Low. Up until this stage Ray had caught nothing. My daughter was very impressed with the double, peering into its mouth as I showed her all the teeth, with an awed expression. I was just gently returning her to the drain (the fish not my daughter, you understand) when we heard a yell from around the corner of the drain. We both trotted across the field to see Ray just netting a lovely fish of what proved to be 15.12, which in itself was bad enough, but as I was taking the photograph Laura-Anne piped up with a comment I have often screamed as I sit bolt upright from my sleep at three in the morning, sweat matting my hair to my forehead and tears running down my face:

‘’Gosh, Uncle Ray, yours is much bigger than my Daddy’s, everybody’s is bigger than Daddy’s!’’

It’s not that I feel pressured to catch big fish, it really isn’t, honest; it just seems unfair that one person should be unable to exceed the figure thirteen by even one ounce. That’s just one more small Gudgeon or two more minnows, even an inadvertent pebble would do it. I even tried to think of a way that I could get the fish to swallow my bait but not the hooks in order to beat the 13 pound barrier; experimenting with hair rigs for a while. However, I wouldn’t put the fish in any danger if I could help it and find that leaving a run for any amount of time at all is anathema to me.

This year on February the fifteenth at 8 o’clock in the morning, on the same drain that I discussed above, I hooked and landed a lovely fish of 16.04, caught on float legered joey mackerel. As I looked lovingly down at her, the clouds parted and a brilliant beam of sunshine poured down upon the glistening golden flanks of the fish. I heard my first skylark and then another and another. Suddenly all the birds were singing, surrounding me with their song. Sheep walked across the field to gaze adoringly on the golden green flanked beauty. Somewhere nearby a choir started to sing!

By the way, guess what my biggest carp weighed?

Yep thirteen pounds, fifteen ounces!

Monday, 1 November 2010

Bewl

Harry and I met again at this large Kent/East Sussex reservoir hoping for a change of luck and as I now live less than a mile away, it seemed churlish not to have yet another go at the pike that have eluded me thus far. Harry's had a couple including a lovely upper double - I usually catch trout!
This time we took deadbaits with us as well as lures - actually that should be well dead baits, as I'm sure they were not the freshest baits by a very large margin. However they worked, Harry, they worked.

The Autumn colours were as wonderful as always at this time of year and spotting the red maples amongst the yellow and gold birches, chestnut and beeches was a real joy, even more so as the day was bright, calm and mild. The reservoir, however, did not look as pretty being lower than I can ever remember seeing it before. With all the rain we've been having lately, one wonders where the water has gone.
Harry returns his fish
I was the first to catch after a couple of hours drifting and casting. We anchored up in a quiet spot, cast out a bait rod each and proceeded to cast a few lures around the boat keeping an eye on the floats as we did so. After almost an hour my float disappeared and the resulting 5 pound jack was as tatty as any I've caught before which leads me to wonder about the viability of Bewl as an ongoing fishery.
We then spent a few hours drifting and trolling and although we found many interesting features - we found no fish. I had one pull, from a trout probably, and as we settled back into the earlier, lucrative swim, Harry had a take on a small plastic which resulted in a small jack - but at least we both caught.
The shame of it was, as always, that just as things started to look up, we had to get back, the boat needed to be at the jetty by 4 pm. However, the fly anglers could stay out until dusk - another hour or so of fishing. I think our money is as good as theirs....




Wednesday, 25 November 2009

A Day To Be Forgotten

Before the squalls came, the sun shine was blinding.
Since my last entry, the weather has been unrelenting. Rain has swept across the country on a daily basis accompanied by strong to gale force winds which have wreaked havoc. Overnight, here in the South East, the winds reached 50 - 60 miles per hour and rain fell out of the sky.

Paradoxically, this morning dawned bright and clear, the wind now just a stiff breeze and so I met Harry once again at Bewl Bridge for another attempt at pike fishing on this, my nemesis water. The levels were so low that it was difficult to believe that so much rain had fallen over the last 10 days that the rivers all over the country had spread across fields and roads causing mayhem and heartbreak to all those who were flooded, some for the third time in four years.

And the sun shone blindingly, the breeze causing a courderoy ripple on the reservoir. It was to be another bad day. No-one caught anything to our knowledge. We trolled and cast our way up the usual arm and spent almost the entire day there exploring some wonderful features and trying a vast array of lures. In an attempt to fish as close to the bottom as possible, I was using about 5 ounces of lead on the trace and eventually I got snagged, good and proper. I hauled and hauled while Harry moved the boat into various positions in an attempt to free the tackle.
Eventually I pulled whatever it was virtually to the surface - I could see my trace, but not the spoon which was down the side of the boat and hidden from my sight. The boat moved, the rod spun in my hand, my finger slipped off the trigger guard and the rod was gone! It sank quickly and with no line out we had little hope of retrieving it although we tried, Harry losing a spoon and trace in the process. Whatever was down there had claimed my rod for good!
The sun stopped shining, lightning lit the western bank and thunder drowned my naughty words. The second nasty squall of the day blew through like a non-stop express train through a village station blowing leaves, birds and hoods all over the place.
Harry hates hoods.
They hit you in the back of the head when you don't need them and blow off your head when you do.
I hate Bewl. Still, Lumby will be happy, I suppose - I need a new rod!


After the squall

Wednesday, 18 November 2009

A Touch of Wind and The Gripes

Finally - a days fishing booked!

Unfortunately, the wind strength was such that the lads at Bewl couldn't allow us off today. We've had 50 - 60 mile an hour gales, with trees down and debris all over the roads. Our annual sortie after Bewl's pike would have to wait at least a week.

So...Little Chef then.

After a hearty (read 'pricey for what it was') breakfast we decided to head towards Maidstone and a lake we hoped might throw up the odd jack and keep us at least a little sheltered from the hurricane that was sweeping across the South East.

We settled in side by side in a large swim and set out our pike fishing stall. Fortunately for me, everything still seemed to work after a hibernation of fourteen months or so, but oh! did it feel good to be back!

Due to the effects of the wind, we cast out legered baits; mine were about 10 yards or so out to the right, just about under an overhanging willow, and about forty yards straight out in front; Harry cast similar distances. The weather, although wet and windy, is still very mild with temperatures well into double figures - warm for the winter end of November.

Harry and I then had our conversation about this blog and Harry feels somewhat hard done by as I seem to demene his captures, even calling the only pike we caught at Rutland 'tatty'. But to put the record staight Harry has caught a nice upper double and lower double at Bewl - I caught Rainbow Trout. Harry always catches at Rutland - I don't. Harry catches more than me at our Sussex Reservoir even with his bait hanging in mid air! Harry is tidier than me, more technical, his reels don't look like they've just been dug out one of my compost bins and he experiments more than me.

But today, I caught the fin perfect, olive skin backed, creamy buttery bellied, ONLY fish of the day.


It took the herring fished close in and forgot to fight until it hit the net.

Oh, and I brought nicer cake than Harry.



Monday, 22 September 2008

Rutland writings

Harry's Tatty Jack
 The annual PAC visit to Rutland took place today and Harry and I, having learned from our excursion last year, stopped off for breakfast on the way, thus missing the mad rush and the lodge prices.

I had to laugh again at the sight of Neville running in his over trousers in his usual manic attempt to be first off the quay and onto the water. Why he thinks it’s so important to be the first away is beyond me, but if it keeps him happy…

Harry and I found some interesting features again, on a different arm to last year, but even though some of the lumps and bumps on the bottom looked very fishy, nothing was tempted from the water. I did have a follow from a lovely looking Perch over some tree stumps. The water was clear enough to see the fish flaring its gills as the Ernie lure reached the surface, before sinking away, fading into the depths like a spectre in the mist.

The day was much better than the windy, rainy day we experienced last year, but it was still a day of changing weather. Cloud, sun, showers, but not much in the way of wind was the order of the day and it wasn’t until late in the afternoon that we encountered a fish.

We were drifting slowly along when Harry quietly said “I’ve just had a follow, Mike.” We continued to drift over the spot and a while later Harry was into a fish on a spring dog copy. It was a tatty looking jack, and it just about destroyed the cheap lure, which probably is a moral in itself.

And that was it. Others caught, but most didn’t; there were two twenties and a handful of doubles and jacks, but the real fish defeated us again.

Still, there’s always next year.

Monday, 4 August 2008

Charity Day - The Kelly Twins

Earlier this year, Mark Barrett set up an auction on the Pike and Predators web site in order to raise money for a charity for one of the forum members. I placed a bid and managed to obtain a day with Tim Kelly in his boat on the Thames around Snetterton, just a few minutes from my daughter’s house. Our original plan was to fish for the elusive Zander and Perch and although we tried for them, it was the pike that were predominant through the day.

I met Tim in the car park at 5.30 as the mist was beginning to drift in upward spirals and the day brightened. We immediately launched the boat after some frantic trailer manoeuvring on Tim’s part, and made our way to one of the many weirpools in the area. It turned into a lovely morning and I was surprised at how much the sun shone through the water into the weirpool. The river was a lot clearer than I thought it would be and the sun glinted off the spoon as I retrieved it to the boat at a considerable depth. Tim was into some jacks almost immediately, but it was some time before I started on my catch card.

We caught fish in the weirpools, along the banks; we caught them trolling and casting and we had an awful lot of fun trolling small hornets to catch some perch. Unfortunately, these turned out to be smaller than we had hoped for. However, they were still fun to catch among the pier legs, cabbages and jetties along the river.

We had a shore lunch in a local hostelry which went down delightfully and allowed our clothes to dry after a short, sharp shower had caught us some distance from the pub, and I found Tim to be a great person to chat to. He seems content with life and was having a laugh with his wife on the phone which is always a great sign for a keen fisherman. Being self employed allows him to choose his time on the river to a certain extent and he seems to enjoy company, choosing to fish with friends, rather than alone.

I chose to fish with Tim, because he’s a successful lure angler. I put this success down to his focus, his knowledge of the water and his dextrousness with the boat. His ability to cast and retrieve lures while controlling the electric motor, keeping the boat in position was remarkable and enabled me to fish without having to worry about where I was. I found myself casting and taking for granted the fact that I would be where I needed to be. Tim would turn the boat and say ‘Try over there Mike.’ Or ‘Just by the cabbagy goodness…’, and, sure enough, most times we’d get a hit.

Tim easily outclassed me in terms of numbers of fish catching at least double the number that I did, but it didn’t matter, I had a wonderful day, I caught fish and I enjoyed Tim’s company immensely.

I also caught the biggest fish of the day.