Saturday, 19 December 2020



Its the first day of the Christmas holidays.  Hooray!  Unfortunately we have suffered heavy and persistent rainfall meaning any idea of lure fishing on a river or drain was out the window.  In fact any river fishing would be a waste of time.  So I decided to pack my (slightly dusty) float rod, some worms and bread and head over to a little fishery near to my house.  

Its not advertised much and so I was confident it would be quiet.  Upon arrival I was slightly surprised to see a bit of  slimy mess where reeds and grass used to be.  I'm guessing they were carrying out some sort of maintenance.  Although I have to say it didnt look pretty.

The far banks had been uprooted and looked a bit nasty.  Hopefully it will be better come the spring.

Nevetheless I readied my float rod and attached a worm.  Hoping to catch a Perch or two.  I chopped some worms up as well and through them in over the float.  A few knocks here and there and then the float sank sharply.  I struck and missed.  Hopeful, I went back in.  But then nothing happened...

I swapped to a little dollop of bread. The float started bobbing about and sank slightly hesitantly this time.

I struck into what felt like a wet flannel...

It wasnt what I was after but you have to take what you can get on winter days...

Essentially the rest of the session was a repeat of the above.  I'll let you decide if this is to be considered a good or a bad thing...

15 odd Slimers hit the net.  This being one of the better ones.

At least I was getting bites but its a far cry from banging out a Pike or a decent Chub.  Still, must not get too greedy in the Winter. 

One exception was a marauding Carp which slurped up some bread, took off like a rocker and pulled the hook.  That was the end of that....

By the end of the session I was like Dr Venkman from Ghostbusters getting slimed in the haunted library.  I wonder if ghost slime smells like a Bream?  Yuk.

Sunday, 1 November 2020

Earthworm Jim


So, there have been some rather unkind comments amongst the lure angling fraternity on my reliance on earthworms in order to catch fish.  Sadly I don't have much by way of defence in his matter as I am quick to fall back on a hapless wriggler.  BUT today was different...

I was a bit worried about a potential lockdown so I ventured out into the lashing wind a rain.  Armed with worms and some little lures.  I've found a new little spot which seems to be packed with mini Perch (video to come on that).  

The cows were unmooved (sorry) by my worm slaughtering 

 The spot 

The wind was really pushing through but I was confident that the worms would do the business...
Except they didnt.  I only managed one Perch in about 15 minutes.  Something was wrong.  Had all the Perch suddenly gone vegan, all in the pursuit of fashion?  A more likely answer was the little waves and the tip of the rod being blown all over the place.  Unless it was a muscle bound beefcake I doubt I would even see any bites in this situation.

It wasnt looking good.  This may well be a first for me  I swapped FROM a worm to a lure in order to catch Perch.  Strange times.

Inspired Angling Pred Bites

This was the first time with these little lures.  The pink one took my fancy staright away as the water was pretty brown and murky.  I mounted it on a tiddly jighead and cast out towards the tree. A second later...

After that it went mad.  A barely had chance to move the little pink bit of rubber before another Perch had snaffled it up.

I could wax lyrical about the lovely action this little lure has.  It looks like a little shrimp, all alone and ready to be eaten.  Trouble is I didnt get to impart much action into it as it was gobbled up, over and over!

You get the idea...

Although small, these Perch were so much fun to catch and I'll be back for more...

My first lure caught Chub!

It wasnt just Perch!  Possibly the cutest Pike in the known Universe!

What was rapidly lurching into a bad session was saved by a little pink lure.  Beating even the fabled Earthworm.  The Perch just couldnt get enough. 

Plus the tub comes with a booster as well - I didnt even use that!  

Get your tub of fun here!

Sunday, 27 September 2020



Much like Captain Hook my relationship with Crocodiles has hit rock bottom.  Only weeks ago I was snagging crocs right left and centre.  Last weekend saw a dramatic downturn in fortunes with six(!) Pike falling off the hook and one eating a little Roach I had caught before biting through my braid.

As I lamented on various forums. Fellow angler Kev Farnell mentioned a hook sharpener. I instantly made the purchase. Good to have a sharp hook. A few days later they were sharper than Samurai Swords.

This weekend I decided that I would mix it up and rest on the lures for a couple of hours and instead fish a jighead with a worm on the end.  Super simple.  What could possibly go wrong...?

I started off along the banks of the river Brue.  Despite the wind blowing a fair bit I was confident that my 'chuck it in and watch the line' trick would surely be a winner...

View from the bridge

Me falling over (again)

There was a small shoal of Chub nervously flitting about. But they were not keen on feeding. Every time I cast they scattered to the four corners of the river.  After a fair bit of sighing and ruminating over whether I'll ever catch enough fish to make a another worthwhile YouTube video. A small Perch decided to chomp up the hapless worm. 

Much like Captain Hook I  could almost hear that clock ticking. It was time to cut my losses and head to a nearby drain. As expected it was running low and clear. But it was stuffed with fish. Fish which didn't seem especially hungry with only some interest in slimy Worms. 

Crocodile Food...

It was time to face my fear and so the little Roach lure went on. Sadly I was hindered by lily pads and weed. An hour later I watched a nice Pike slowly follow my comical little wobbly lure. It was almost a watery version of Smee. Sadly the Croc didn't execute a final strike and instead disappeared under the near bank. Never to be seen again. 

Its like the African Serengeti these days. 
 Cattle Egrets, crocodiles and a snake (see lower down)

A while later, after an encounter with an electric fence. I made contact with the big Pike's smaller cousin. Unfortunately a combination of my 'Bad Luck' Carp Hoody, the inability to set my landing net properly and the Pikes penchant for thinking it was a flying fish lead to me losing it... That's 8 Pike lost in a row... 

Crocs and time ticking... A true nemesis. I certainly know how Captain Hook feels...


Not a Croc but not far off...

Sunday, 13 September 2020

Fast and Furious

 How to watch 'Fast and Furious' movies in the right order - Insider

I set the alarm early this morning.  I had to move fast and fish furious.  Time was of the essence.  If my wife woke up with the kids it was game over.  I kept noise to a minimum.  Wincing slightly at the whir of the electric tooth brush, I sorted myself out and slipped out of the door.  No morning moans and groans emanated from the household... Success!

I knew that I had about an hour and a half, tops.  Anything more than that would result in heavy flak from my better half when I returned.  I had factored this in and already had a cup of tea partially prepared before I left.  Sometimes this can help to soften the blows (bit of a top tip there).

The river had recently been cleared of the enormous amount of weed which grows at this time of year, making it much more fish-able.  Thank you to Glaston Manor AA.  Bet it took ages...

Everything was all rather calm and serene.  But I didn't have a lot of time to enjoy the surroundings.  Now wasn't the time to get all reflective and melancholic. 

Maybe a little melancholic after all (the caravan spoils it a bit though)

Enough scenery.  Get on with it!

My set up couldn't be simpler.  Braid with a little jig head on the end with a worm.  That's it.

The worm had barely touched the water and the rod hooped over...  

A little Chub with a fast and furious attitude!

Second put in and after a few seconds the rod went again!  I was liking this.

Third time lucky... and it was!

This one put up a good scrap.  Unhooking was a little awkward as he had swallowed everything.  Managed to pop the hook out though and he turbo'ed away.

I had all of these fish within about 10 minutes plus another little Chub which slipped out of my hand, not keen on being photographed.  Vin Diesel would have been proud!

Things went a bit quiet for a time.  This often happens here as the area I was fishing was quite small.  Luckily there were a couple of Kingfishers zipping up and down the channel which kept me entertained.  Really must get a decent photo of a Kingfisher one day...

Luckily the lull was punctuated by a slightly larger and very strong Chub.

A beautiful bronze Chub, matching the warming sunrise 
(sorry, going a bit melancholy again)

Poor fella.  He just wanted a bit of breakfast (speaking of which...)

I had spent about an hour on the bank.  The sun was definitely risen.  The world was awake and so was the household no doubt.  I hopped into my supercar (Citreon C1 - in red) and burned some rubber.  With my sunglasses on I was a dead ringer for Vin Diesel.

Like an action hero I strode confidently into the house.  Guard up, ready for incoming fire.  It wasn't as bad as I suspected.  Mainly sighs and a raised eyebrow/disapproving look.  Certainly not a furious response. Further tensions were eased by my fast tea making skills.

So fast but not too furious.  That's a result in my book.


Tuesday, 18 August 2020

The Good, the Bad and the Ugly...


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Although its a spaghetti western the Good, the Bad and the Ugly is a great metaphor for my fishing successes, trials and flat out failures...

Today was to be no different.

Lets start out with the good.  I have very recently been sponsored by Inspired Angling Services.  Run by the fishing extraordinaire Julian Chidgey.  Now, a quick Google of this fellow will bring up a raft of incredible catches.  Suffice to say he has been in the game a long time and certainly knows his stuff.

His company Inspired Angling Services specialises in lures and are designed by the man himself and they are good, very good!  As you would expect from someone who has caught more enormous Pike and Perch than I've had hot dinners.

Being part of a sponsored team is quite a daunting prospect especially as I am relatively inexperienced at lure fishing and haven't been back in the fishing game for all that long.  However I do have enthusiasm on my side and can happily say I'm pretty obsessed with all things fishing.  A second string to my bow is the fact that I'm on holiday for 2 weeks meaning that I can strike whilst the iron is hot and get the first catches in.  Hopefully striking fear into the hearts of the other team members...

So without hesitation I headed down to the Somerset Levels.  Conditions were pretty good with the water level up a bit, but the ubiquitous lily pads and duckweed were out in force.

      Good: It wasn't raining and I was about to go fishing
Bad: Plenty of weed to contend with
Ugly: Nothing in this category (yet)

I started off fishing around the little bridge I was standing on.  Using the Snack Shad 38mm paired with the Wasp Weight Jighead 2grm.  I have had the Pink Snack Shad for quite a while and is my go to lure for Perch.  Its not in the best of condition if I'm honest and has taken a beating!

It wasn't long before I had a few hits and then a Perch took the bait!

Good:  Its a Perch!
Bad: Its in the shade and you cant see the colours very well.
Ugly: My horrible pink hands

Not long after this things went from good to bad...

I snagged up in a bramble hedge and lost the lure.  But not to fear!  I had another one in green.  I eagerly continued .  The world (or water in this case) was at my feet.  I had caught a Perch within 10 minutes of my arrival.  Sure, I had lost my favourite Perch lure but I had a replacement.  All was well, for a bit.

I hooked up into something very big and heavy.  It wasn't a fish.  In fact I have no idea what it was but it wasn't budging and my little ultra light rod wasn't up to the task of getting it out.  Lure number 2 lost in the drink.  Hmmm....

But the bad wasn't done with me yet.  After my snag up, the braid on my reel decided to turn into a particularly nasty looking, blind crow's birds nest.  There was braid emanating from every orifice.  I muttered and swore.  Before bringing out the scissors.  I didn't hold out much hope.  Thoughts of going home were increasingly at the forefront of my mind.  So much for the glorious, 'strike whilst the iron is hot' start.  If Mr Chidgey were here he would have probably thrown me in and cancelled any form of contract there and then.

The good I had not broken my rod
The bad:  Look at the picture
The ugly: Those pink hands are back.  

Somehow I cut through the correct bit of tangled knot and was able to continue but I had to be careful as I didn't have a lot of braid left!  It was all or nothing now.  I delved into my lure box and pulled out the Pike E Shad in white with a red tail.  I hadn't used this lure before but the red tail had to be a winner.

The good:  This lure is superb in the water.
The bad:  I only had one of them
The ugly: Those link pink fingers poking through

I was really impressed by this lure.  It looks so good in the water and isn't too big meaning that you could easily catch both Perch and Pike without any difficulty.  Also you can simply fling it out and wind it in and you still get a great wobbly action.  But if you let it sink and slowly draw it up it looks very much like an injured little fish.  Ideal if you happen to be a hungry predator.

The good:  Nailed fair and square in the chops
The bad: Nothing, all good here
The ugly: I accidentally pulled out the power cable to my GoPro... 

Closer look at the lure

Now we are entering the final scenes of the good, the bad and the ugly.  I cast to a small patch of duckweed and lilies and slowly retrieved the E Shad lure.  It was then a slim torpedo swept out of its hiding place.  It hung high in the water for just a moment before gliding effortlessly into the lure.  A quick snap and the lure was in its jaws.  I struck lightly and I was in.

An incredible fight ensued.  My ultra Light rod arching heavily toward the water.  I kept the tension high but the pike's shear strength still stripped of some braid.  Another fisherman (who I later found out was an ex student!) quickly came over and extended my landing net for me.  My heart sank as it dived under some thick weed and I couldn't feel anything but heaviness.  It had come off...

Then movement.  It thrashed furiously sending water and duckweed everywhere.  I plunged the net under its powerful body and brought it in, along with snails, lilies and algae.  Got him!

The good: Pike PB I would think.  I needed a bigger mat!
The bad: I got utterly soaked and pretty much fell in when landing him/her
The ugly:  My GoPro had stopped recording.(see two pictures above).  I had missed the take and the epic fight.  As a consolidation I did get a quick video on my phone before slipping him back. Was still gutted though as it would have been awesome on video.

So it is with a mixture of good, bad and ugly feelings I conclude my catch report.  I did have a YouTube video planned but I was too upset at not capturing the footage I wanted of the Pike that I decided to write a blog piece instead.  Which I have actually quite enjoyed doing.  Hopefully the boss enjoyed reading it...

Thursday, 18 June 2020

Back on the River!

Some chunky chub moving around.  Latched into a good one !
Click the pic to view video.

Saturday, 13 June 2020

A Different Format...

Well, it has been ages since I've actually written something proper on here.  I've been busily recording my fishing activities and bunging it on YouTube.  However my new memory card has given me all sorts of problems over the last two sessions with corrupted files all over the place and messages telling me to format my memory card.  Anyway the upshot of this is a definite lack of video footage.

However, today I did take some photos with my phone so managed to salvage something!

Today was a visit to Ash Ponds near Martock.  3 smallish lakes with the big buggers in the first pond (always surrounded with bivvies and bite alarms) and the other two ponds filled with pasties and a few double figures as well.

However before reaching any of the ponds my little red rocket had to traverse the mile long pot hole or 'track'.  If you want to keep your suspension it might be better to drive elsewhere...

After being bounced around like a rapidly heated piece of popcorn I arrived and decamped on pond 2.

Nice view for a few hours

I had half a bloomer to use on the float rod and robin red pellets to use on the 'proper' carp rod (bite alarm and all).  This rod also had a little sack of goodness attached to the hook, which would hopefully create a lump of fishy goodness on the bottom with my pellet sitting in the middle of it!

Put bluntly the carpy rod didn't get much attention.  One run which I picked up and missed was about it.

It didn't do a lot of bleeping.

Fortunately the float rod did some work and I successfully hooked 4 Carp.  Nothing huge but fun all the same.  I was quite enjoying myself, and not really trying to hard.  

Although small this critter tangled me up good and proper.  
Sorry about the gormless pose

One of the slightly larger ones.  
As far as I can tell the light coming from my head might be a halo

However the discovery that all my wonderful runs and captures had been erased from my memory card, upset me enough to cause me to pack up in a slightly bad mood.  Looking back this may have been slightly childish and temperamental thing to do.

The positives is that writing a blog entry is a lot quicker than doing a video so maybe the error message 'Incorrect format' on my camera was a blessing in disguise.  After all I would say this format is actually quite nice!