Friday, 5 December 2014


Its been quite a while since i last posted as i have been exceptionally busy re-locating my warehouse closer to home and also building myself a new all singing all dancing office. This upheaval has cost me lots of fishing time, not to mention lots of money, but it does mean that my travelling time to and from the warehouse has been reduced  by 75% and also gives me a significantly smaller weekly diesel bill. All this means that i can now run my online FISHING TACKLE business more efficently, which also means i,ll have more time to go fishing. Wooohhooooo......

I did actually manage a few days fishing a couple of weeks ago as the other half had to go to Southampton on a training course for a few days and i tagged along to keep her company of an evening. Now obviously i would be free to spend the days doing whatever i fancied so after a little research and a few questions on certain Facebook pages i decided that i would have a little bash at fishing the Lower River Itchen for whatever may come along. A couple of location were written down, tackle was dragged out of storage, and local tackle shop addresses were found.

Well my first day after picking up some decidedly dodgy looking red maggots, more casters than maggots though, i drove the short distance from where we were staying to a stretch of the Itchen that had been recommended to me. It had been pissing down all night and was still drizzling heavy when i arrived at my destination and i was in 2 minds as to whether i should just turn around and go back to the hotel, but a quick scan of the river bank showed a few people braving the wet stuff, so i donned a jacket and took a walk. The river itself was narrow with overhanging trees and bushes on the far bank and looked lovely considering how close it was to civilization. The river was pushing through hard with quite a bit of colour which instantly put me of fishing as i thought it was not worth getting wet, but after speaking with a chap who fishes there regularly he informed me that it was in perfect condition and should fish really well. I took a walk along the banks and through a lovely park area before walking back again and having a chat with another angler who was trotting a float down the middle after whatever comes along. In the 10 minutes i stood chatting with him he caught 2 nice sea trout and a lovely grayling which were both first for me as i ahd never seen either in the flesh before. After a few tips from this chap i shot back to the van and collected my gear before taking the walk to an area i had found that i liked on my recce.

I fished a couple of areas without so much as a nibble, which i didn,t mind as i,ve not long trotted before and it gave me some time to practice. before setting up on a lovely s bend in the river. I liked the look of this spot as you could see where the near margin was shallow to half way across the river then sloped into some good deep water. It had to hold fish i thought.

 After a good half hour i was starting to lose my confidence in catching anything and as a gamble i shallowed up a little and cast to a slightly different part of the river where the flow showed a defined 'crease'. First trot down and i hooked this little blighter, which although small really made my day as it was a first for the river and a first for me long trotting.

A couple more casts to the same area and i hooked and landed my first grayling, only a small one but i was over the moon with this capture. Unfortunately as i was a bit excited i slid it back without taking a picture, what a plonker i thought as i,ll probably not catch another  now and won,t have a photo to remind me. No need to worry as the next trot down this little cracker, of about three quarters of a pound i guess, took my double red maggot hookbait and gave me a right tussle trying to land it in the strong flow. I was so happy i had to text a couple fo mates to let them know. Even though it wasn,t the biggest it was perfectly formed and beautiful. I managed a couple more small grayling over the next hour but they both threw the hook near the net as they thrashed around, but i didn,t mind as i,d caught 2 and on a new river and new method.

The next day i was back at the same stretch of river in the hope of more grayling, but this time i fished a different spot beneath a bridge. After a couple of hours i hadn,t even had a sniff on my double red maggots and i couldn,t seem to get the trot right and i was getting a little frustrated. A move 15ft further along the bank and i was now a lot happier with the way the float was running down and it was also travelling over the area i wanted to fish. After another half hour of chucking in a dozen maggots, cast after 5 seconds, trot for 30 yards, reel in and then repeat, i finally had a bite but missed it. Next trot down, and with my confidence buoyed by the previous trot, right in the spot of the earlier bite my float shot under and i hooked into what felt like a good fish. After a few minutes and a couple of hairy moments i landed another cracking grayling.

Another few casts and this gorgeous brown trout was eventually in the net after a real struggle trying to land it myself in the strong flow. Fortunately a fellow angler was passing by at the time and took this picture for me.This little turbo charged beastie seemed to take ages to land as it powered all over the river making full use of the strong flow. After this beauty was slipped back i was getting a dip on the float nearly every trot but couldn,t connect. Until i sent the float down again and just had a feeling something was going to take, and boy was i in for a surprise at what did take my bait.

After an even harder fight than the brown trout i eventually landed my first sea trout, and what a beautiful fish it was too. Again another passer by did the honours with taking a picture for me, and they did a cracking job too. I was really chuffed with my fishing so far but what made it even better was the small salmon parr i caught a little while after. That small parr meant that i had caught 4 different game fish species in one day, on a river i had only fished the day before for the first time and using a technique i hadn,t used before. I was one very happy chappy for the following few days.....

I can,t wait to get back down there for another days fishing in the New Year as the other half has more work training to do........

Sunday, 28 September 2014


With the unofficial pike season just a couple of days away, although i won,t actually start to fish for them until the weather has cooled a bit more, i,ve been casting my mind back to the pike i,ve caught and the places i,ve fished for them over years. I,ve been fortunate enough to of caught some good fish in the past, but must admit that i havn,t been faring too well for a while now. My guess is because i,ve been too busy using my spare time setting up and expanding my tackle business, WATERBOUY TACKLE    WATERBOUYS TACKLE on Facebook,  instead of being out in the cold fresh air hunting Esox. Another factor could also be that when i have been fishing there seems to of been a distinct lack of fish.

Locally the waters that hold pike get hammered in the winter, not so much when its turned really cold, but i guess the public access fisheries always have been fished hard. The local rivers just seem devoid of any pike above 3lb in weight, but i have noticed an increase in 'foreign' anglers, and i use the term anglers loosely. Where i used to regularly visit the Fens and always have at least 10 pike into double figures, for a weekends fishing, i now am lucky to catch anything. Whats happening to the pike??? Maybe the 'foreign' influence has caused a big decline in numbers, or is there something else causing a problem?? Obviously we have an otter problem as well to contend with now, as well salt incursions which seem to be more common. There seems to be more cases of pollution appearing in the press, or is this just because the incidents are getting reported more nowadays?? I don,t know whats going on but i will say that i,m finding it hard to get the same enthusiasm to go fishing for pike now than i used too. In fact i think i,d rather go fishing for perch than pike to be honest.

I am still pushing myself to catch pike and last year i bought a nice allie boat and purchased a river license so that i could fish the hallowed waters of the Norfolk Broads. A new challenge i thought might put the fire back in my belly. I only had the one weekend trip last year but i loved the place so will be back up there in the coming months i can asure you.

Ive been having a little look back through some of my old fishing pictures and i thought i,d share a few of them with you to hopefully get the old juices flowing.

17lber from River Blackwater
21lb from River Oase
16lber from River Chelmer

26lb from a local water

25.5lb from local water

My first 20lber, from 16ft drain

Another 21lber from River Ouse

17lber from River Delph
16lber from River Delph

14lb from Ardleigh Reservoir

Sunday, 21 September 2014


Just a couple of videos from Norfolk.


Whilst in Norfolk i had been asked to take my nephew Jack for his first fishing trip. I have meant to take him fishing for quite a while now but whenever he comes down to Essex i always seem to be doing something else, poor planning is the excuse i,m going to use. Anyway as i was holidaying just 10 miles away from where he lives it was an ideal opportunity to take the wee lad for a couple hours dangling. I also took along Louis, Sharons god son, as he was also staying with us and wanted to come along. I wasn,t sure if i could handle 2 young lads and their multitude of " why's, what's that and i,m hungry's" but i survived the afternoon and even managed to catch them a few fish too.

We headed to the weir pool on the River Bure at Coltishall as it was only 10 miles from Jacks home and i,d been informed by the chap in the tackle shop that this was a good place to try. Unfortunately there was nowhere left to fish as there was quite a few people down there already. Not a problem i thought, we,ll just take a walk along the river and i,ll hopefully spot a few fish which i could show the boys and maybe on our return there might be a swim free. Well we found quite a few shoals of small rudd, the odd chub and luckily a bigger chub of over 1lb that the lads really enjoyed stalking up on, once they learned to walk carefully and stop talking that is. But on our return to the weir pool there was still nowhere to fish, so we grabbed the kit set of on a little walk to the main river and i preyed that i could find some fish for them, as where we had been fish spotting earlier you couldn,t actually fish.

 I got Jack set up first as he was itching to use his christmas from Nanny Pat, a complete float fishing rod and reel kit. After showing him the basics and doing a little groundbaiting Jack cast his float out a few meters from the bank and sat back and ate his crisps while i turned my attention to setting up one of my rods for young Louis to use. After a couple of minutes a little voice came from over my shoulder ' my float moved, its gone under again' turning round i ushered Jack to lift his rod quick and with a little guidance he soon had his first fish on the bank. A fighting fit, bristly little perch. At first Jack wasn,t sure about touching it, but with a little reassurance that it wasn,t going to bite he soon had it held up for the camera like a pro.
 A little later Jack had another bite and soon had a fin perfect rudd to admire. He also caught another small rudd which clumsy Uncle Bryan dropped back into the river. At the end of the fishing Jack had even got used to touching the maggots as well becoming quite good at casting. Upon asking whether he wanted to go fishing again with a big smile he said a great big yes. Definately an angler in the making i reckon, and where better to ply your trade than in the middle of glorious Norfolk.

Now Louis had a little trouble with the casting at first but soon got the hang off it, and at the end of the day actually caught the most fish. Five rudd to Louis and two rudd and one perch to Jack, if i remember correctly. He also managed to bag the biggest rudd of the day as well, as you can see from the pictures below he thoroughly enjoyed himself too.

At the end of our few hours fishing the boys really had enjoyed themselves, and to be honest i enjoyed teaching them how to fish as well as a few lessons on the countryside. They both want to go fishing again, especially Jack, and they were very proud of the fish they caught. I was pleased with the way they behaved and also the way they carefully held the fish and wanted to put them back themselves so they could watch them swim away. It was good fun teaching these lads, but i was completely knackered at the end it. They wore me out..........


Seeing as we were staying a stones throw from the North Norfolk coast it would of been rude not to of wet a line for a few hours at least once whilst i was there. So thats what i did one evening while Sharon and her friend were happily quaffing Prosecco as the kids were playing with the bogs i sneakily loaded up the van with some gear headed towards the shingle beach at Weybourne, which screamed bass!!!!!!

On my previous visit i had stopped and had a chat with a local husband and wife fishing team who knew the area quite well. They explained to me that the beach dropped off close in and was good for bass just a 20-30 yard lob out just past the shelf. When the weather was a lot wilder the following day when we visited you could actually see the start of the shelf as the waves pulled back. So armed with their advice still ringing in my ears and some fresh lugworm and ragworm from the local tackle shop in Sheringham i was back to hopefully winkle out a plump bass.

I arrived at the car park hoping to set up in front of a storm pipe just over the shingle as i though this might be a good spot to try, but unfortunately it was taken and there was another half a dozen or so people fishing to the left. No problems thought i, i,d just have a little walk across the shingle to the right hand side and fish beneath the cliffs. Boy did i forget how difficult it is to walk on shingle when you have all your fishing tackle with you.... 

I chose my spot, sat down and had caught my breath while looking out to sea as the waves crashed noisely on the shingle shoreline. Oh how i love that sound.......................... 

 My first rod was set up and out went a 2 hook flapper rig baited with lugworm on the bottom hook and ragworm on the top. Only gently lobbed around 30 yards out as advised. As i was just finishing baiting the second rod i noticed a nod on the tip of the cast rod. As i turned to watch it in expectation it thumped down twice and i was up and on it within the blink of an eye. With rod in hand, ooo eerrr missus, i waited for another knock which quickly came, followed by a swift strike and quick reel in to tighten the line. I didn,t feel any resistance at fisrt, then a thump knock knock was transferred along the rod to my hands. With my heart in my mouth i carefully reeled whatever was fighting at the end of my line, all the while hoping it was a bass. Eventually i saw a bar of silver flash in the waves and then there it was lying on the shingle at my feet. My first ever Norfolk bass. Although it was only just sizeable i was over the moon and quickly took a couple of pictures with the phone before unhooking and carefully slipping it back into its watery home. I was one very happy bunny indeed.
  After that first bite it was a little quite for an hour before i had a few more little knocks, possibly little schoolies but they might of been crabs as i did reel in a rather large edible crab after a few knocks. I didn,t catch anymore fish but to be honest i was bothered as that one bass really made it for me.......


This time last month i was on holiday in Holt at the very top of Norfolk just a couple of miles from the beautiful North Norfolk coastline. Sharon and i had packed the dogs and usual paraphernalia, along with my fishing gear this time, into the new Green Goddess, Mercedes Vito van, hooked up the Crapavan of Love and pointed her in the direction of the land of the six toed marsh dwellers. It wasn,t too long before we were bumping up the pot holed track towards the farm that we would be staying on for the next week. Quite a nice farm it was too, set in pleasant surroundings just a couple of miles from the coast.

With the caravan set-up and Sharon giving the inside a quick spruce up, it was time for me to go exploring. So with a little tourist map i found in the lobby of shower area on the site i grabbed Oscar and off we went for an hours drive along the coast looking for nice placing to visit later on in the week.

Weybourne beach, on the left, with its beautiful cliffs and long shingle beach is a great place to take a walk.

Salthouse, above picture, is, again, miles of unspoilt, wind swept shingle beach.

 Blakeney, left and right, is a pretty little village with a lovely inland quay and a good place to visit during the evening when not so busy.

I can,t quite remember exactly where this is, but could be either Blakeney Point or Cley.

I also visited a couple of other beaches which were very similar long, shingle and exposed which i could easily have carried on doing for longer but unfortunately the night drew in and it was time to go back to the crapavan. 
Over the course of the week we visited a few of the Norfolk beaches to walk the dogs, and i actually had a few hours fishing, as well as some of our favourite Norfolk places. We love it up there and if all go,s to plan will be moving up there in the coming years. I can,t wait.

Wednesday, 13 August 2014


Two weekends ago i took the dogs for a nice walk locally at Paglesham on the River Roach. This is a favourite walk of mine as there ,s a lot of wildlife to see and its quite remote so i can let the boys of their leads and let them run riot. And run riot they did too........

The tide was out when we got there which was a shame as Harry loves to have a swim about, but that didn,t deter him as he was off straight across the mud to the channel followed hot on his heels by Oscar. Boy did they get covered in glorious sticky, stinky Essex estuary mud, they loved it....

It was a bit overcast and windy when we arrived there which was ideal as far as i was concerned as i,m not a lover of being out in the extreme sun that we have been getting. But shortly after our arrival the clouds disappeared and out came the sun to boil my brain cell.  I,m always a bit wary when i,m walking the dogs in the real heat and sun as they run constantly and it concerns me that they might wear themselves out a bit too much.I need not of worried though as the dogs were fine in the heat, it was me who waned a little.

I,ve enjoyed taking a few videos when i,ve been out and about lately so i,v included a couple here.


 I managed to finish a little job an hour earlier than expected earlier in the week and ended up with a little free time on my hands as i couldn,t start the next job for a while. Sitting in my van i racked my brains as to what i could do with this spare, and very rare, hour. I was too far from Waterbouy Towers to pop back there, too far from a local town to grab a coffee, and too far from any friends who i can drop in on for a chin wag. What to do thought i........
A local country park was only a couple minutes drive away so i decided to pop in there for a nice leisurely stroll around the lake that resides in the middle of the grounds. Once parked up, and after having paid £3 for the pleasure, i walked along the gravel pathway and down the hill towards the lake.

I walked along the trail beneath the canopy of mature trees, which fortunately sheltered me from the light shower of rain that had just started, and then rounded a corner at the end and looked straight across a beautiful mature lake as the broken sun shone over half the surface. I,d forgotten how lovely it was there. Ducks slowly started to drift towards me in expectation of a bread snack, pigeons were flapping out of the tress as i disturbed them, and lots of fish dimpled on the surface of the lake as if to welcome my visit. It really was a wonderful sight and o breathed deeply as all the stresses of modern life slowly started to flow away.

I took a leisurely stroll around the lake and watched as tench bubbles rose in one corner and what looked like a carp bulldozed its way through the lillies at the far end. If memory serves me this lake used hold some half decent sized carp along with some nice size pike. It wouldn,t surprise me if they were still there as it looks like it doesn,t get fished much, just visited by families wanting to walk the dog and feed the ducks. A mental note was made of a couple of areas that could be worth a try at a later date and i was back up the trail to the van and off to earn a living.

This water is definately a hidden beauty and i will be back to have a dangle to see what lives beneath those lilly pads........

Wednesday, 30 July 2014


On one of my recent walks with my dogs i watched as this beautiful Thames Barge slowly sail up the local River Crouch. The video doesn,t really show how tall the sails actually are....


It was my birthday a couple of Sundays ago and as a treat i thought i,d spend the day fishing the local River Chelmer for whatever happened to take  my bait. My trusty John Wilson Avon Rover rod, a light lure rod and all the associated tackle was loaded into the van saturday evening for an early start. Unfortunately the weather report was not too good as heavy rain was forecast for the morning so instead of the crack off dawn start i was originally planning, i opted for a more leisure get out of bed when i wake up approach. This actually worked in my favour as i managed to miss most of the rain, only most though as i,ll explain later.

After a nice bacon sandwich for breakfast i surveyed the sky outside and saw not a cloud in sight, so much for the weather forecast. On with my boots, a quick drive to the local shop to stock up on water and a bit of nosh for later and i was speeding round the country lanes, well maybe more like ambling round the lanes as my old escort van has seen better days, on my way to the river. For the first couple of hours i fished a spot beneath a bridge on a stretch i,ve been meaning to fish for years. Its a nice stretch of river with plenty of overhanging bushes and bankside vegetation for the fish to hide and feed from, so i though i,d give this area a try with the ultra light lure gear in hope of a perch or two. Well after the thousandth cast i decided to hop back in the van drive to another stretch of the river as i hadn,t even had a tug here, i did wonder if it was because the river was running fairly hard due to the earlier rain. Talking of rain it was whilst fishing here that i got caught in an almighty storm that swept over quickly but fiercely breaking causing me to run for cover under the bridge. It was so bad that i actually chucked my rod up the bank away from me as i didn,t fancy getting used as a lightening conductor. Once the rain had passed i opted to have a quick walk up river and try my luck for 5 minutes in front of a few river boats as moored boats always seem to attrack fish. And boy was i in for a surprise when i got there, there was a shoal of a dozen or so huge roach just slowly gliding up the center of the river, dimpling here and there. I stood there watching them and made my mind up to go back to the van and change my gear to a light float and fish maggot on the drop, then a door swung open on one of the boats followed by a very sharp call from the boats owner 'there,s no fishing here mate, theres a big sign up on the bridge saying you can,t fish so you shouldn,t be fishing'. What a bummer, as i,d walked up from the other side of the bridge i didn,t know there was a no fishing sign. Well with my tail between my legs  i walked dejectedly back to my van with the boat owners beady eyes watching me to make sure i left. I was tempted to just ignore this chap and fish there anyway but thought that i couldn,t be bothered with the aggrevation. Nevermind says i, on to pastures new and away i limped in the trusty rust bucket.....

After stopping at a couple of different stretches i decided to take the long walk to a favourite lock gate and cut of mine. I,ve had some good fishing here for pike on small livebaits, no ,monsters but plenty of jack action to make the looonggg walk worthwhile. The spot also looks good for a perch or two but as yet i,ve not managed one to either the little livies or the ultra light lures, i was hoping it would all change on this trip. I fished a couple of nice spots on the way to my final destination and did have a couple of small pike and lots of follows from small perch but i just couldn,t seem to get them to take my lure. It was most frustrating fishing but good to watch them chase the little Super Sandra around. The sun was high and bloody hot by now, no cloud cover as the weather men had predicted, and i was sweating buckets, but i enjoyed the yomp along the river bank and spotted some nice chub as well as an absolute monster of a perch which try as i might took no interest of my lure what so ever. Eventually i arrived at my spot and slumped onto a step, made to reach the wooden staging at the waters edge, and had a drink and got my breath back before attacking the river with my lure....

 The temperature must of been mid twenties by now and i was starting to flag, i,m not the best in the heat, but i did manage to catch a few of these wee little beasties on the Super Sandra which i thoroughly enjoyed. I was tossing my lure into all the usual dark and shaded areas as you would of expected the fish to be there but they didn,t produce a touch. But when i flipped the lure up the middle of the river thats when i was getting takes by the micro pike, no perch though.
I moved to above the lock and fished in the actual lock stretch, i can,t for the life of me remember what this section is called, and managed another couple of micro pike before another heavy down pour of rain hit. I sat out of the rain beneath a big oak tree for 15 minutes or so until the rain had passed and the sun had come out again, and decided that i,d had enough of fishing with the lures and it was now time to try my had using the float and good old maggot as bait. I,d seen quite a few small silvers and chublets just of the white water area at the bottom of the lock gate, theres a hole at the top of the gate which creates a cascade of water to fall and create qa white water area below which is always a good spot to fish, so i tackled up the Avon, plonked my ass on another step and started to trickle in a few maggots on the edge of the turbulant water.

 From the off, action was brisk with plenty of small chublets and bleak falling to my deadly single maggot approach. I havn,t a clue how many i actually caught but none where any bigger than you can see in the pictures, but it was good fun catching them. I did hook into something a bit more sizeable but it managed to shed the hook as it tore up the middle of the river, i,m pretty sure it was a bigger chub. I caught no perch though which was quite strange i thought, surely there must of been some stripies patrolling around the edges of this shoal of bite size fish.
After an hour or so the sun had started to really get to me and i was feeling exhausted, and with the thought of that long walk back to the van i decided to call it a day and pack up while i still had a little energy. Originally i was going to keep some of the smaller silvers and use them as livies for perch as the sun went down, but it was 6pm and i was knackered and quite simply i couldn,t manage to stay the extra few hours. After the long exhausting walk, which seemed twice as long as before, i arrived at van and dumped my kit in the back and sat down by another lock gate and watched some nice cub and roach ghost in and out of the cabbage weed. I,d had a cracking 42nd birthday and was happy but exhausted.

I can tell you now that when i got home i showered, ate my dinner and then collapsed on the sofa for the rest of the night being unable to move as i was shattered, and seriously aching. Boy did i sleep well that night......

Sunday, 6 July 2014


I love fishing...
I love water...
I love all things fish related.....

And there lies the problems for me. I can never make up my mind what or how i want to spend my free time. I drift between different fishing principles constantly. I can never decide if i want to take my kayak out for a paddle or maybe my aluminium dinghy out on the broads for some predator fishing, or my fibreglass dory out on the estuary for some bass fishing. Should i grab my sea rod and go fishing for bass and flatfish, or maybe my float rod and catch some rudd and roach. I could take the big kit and camp up for the night in hope of a carp, or throw a little bag over my shoulder and a light rod in my hand and go ultra light lure fishing on a river. Or should i make a packed lunch and take the dogs for a good walk along one of the nearby rivers. I really do struggle to make up my mind sometimes.

I,ve always liked fishing, ever since i was a kid and used to pester my Dad to take me with him. He took me and taught me well in the art of catching fish from both freshwater and sea, and also to treat mother nature with the utmost respect.  Dad also took me shooting with him and taught me a lot about the countryside and everything that resides there. I think sitting quietly and motionless in the bushes with my Dad on a balmy summers evening waiting for the rabbits to start popping out is one of the best experiences of my life. Sitting with Dad on Canvey sea wall in freezing conditions at night, fishing for cod and whiting,  with only the light from a hissing tilley lamp is also a memory i will keep with me forever. These memorys and many more have made me passionate for our countryside, our trees, fields, hills and valleys. Our lakes, rivers, shoreline and estuaries. Our birds, reptiles, mammals and of course our fish....

When i,m not concentrating on my work all i can think about is water in one form or another. I have so many places that i would like to visit, not just to fish but just to be there. Theres so many species that i would love to catch, they don,t even have to be big, i just want to catch them so i can hold them and admire them for all their beauty and then slip them back into their watery home. Sometimes fishing, to me, is about the location that your actually visiting. There are some magnificent places on our small Island that i want to visit, the highlands and  lochs of Scotland are definately calling me, as is the rugged coastline of the South West. The flatlands of Cambridgeshire are truly amazing, the feeling of solitude when your a few miles along a drain can be quite spooky, and the Broadlands of Norfolk, well i can,t even put into words how i love being there.

Theres so much more about water and fishing that i could ramble on all day, but i,ll save that for another day.

As i once wrote in a local paper 'WATER IS LIFE' and it certainly is to me...........


 I havn,t been able to get any fishing in for the past couple of weeks as work and other commitments have been getting in the way. The closest i,ve got to actually fishing is walking the dogs along the River Crouch at Creeksea on Walleasea Island. It was well worth it though as walking along this river reminds me how beautiful the Essex countryside can be.
 This beautiful old building greets you as you drive onto Wallasea Island. I,m guessing it was used by shellfish catchers in years gone by.

Remnants of an old boat in one of the little creeks.
Looking along the Creek towards Creeksea on the opposite bank.

Oscar surveying the area whilst sitting on a lrge tree section that someone has placed for a seat.

I,ve taken a few videos here as well, just messing about with my phone to be honest but the videos have come out pretty good i think.

Harry having a swim and Oscar having a paddle. For some reason we can,t get Oscar to swim voluntarily

 A little panoramic view from Burnham on Crouch to Althorne.

Saturday, 28 June 2014


Just a little follow up to a post i did a couple of weeks ago about my dog being bitten by an adder whilst out walking locally. After a few trips to the vets and various injections and tablets, Harry is now pretty much back to normal, barking at the neighborhood dogs letting them know who's boss and fetching you his blanket whenever you come in through the front door.

We,ve taken him on a few walks now and although he gets a little out of puff he still loves it. We also took the pair of them to The Blackwater Country Show last sunday which was a nice few hours out and they both loved it, saying hello to other dogs, getting made a fuss of by strangers and having little tasters of our bacon rolls and ice creams. What more can a dog ask for..........

I,d like to say thank you to all that wished Harry a speedy recovery and keep those eyes peeled.....


Earlier this week i managed to finish work earlier than usual and rather than just go homw and sit in fromnt of the tv as i usually i opted to grab a couple of hours fishing on the way home. The only problem was i couldn,t make up my mind what i actually wanted to fish for. After being deep in thought for at least 60 seconds i decided that i,d fish for nothing in particular but give myself a chance to catch anything that swims by, and the best way of targeting nothing and everything is the humble float. I grabbed my float rod, necessary float fishing paraphernalia, a tin of sweetcorn, some hemp and some pellets and drove home with an aim of fishing a water just up the road from where i live.

Upon arriving at the water i was pleasantly surprised to only see one other person fishing, i think it might of been due to the football, which was great as i had a pick of all the best areas to fish. I took a slow walk around the lake and finally found a lot of bubbling and a few rolls in a nice swim on the far side. As i stood in the swim i saw a tench roll about 35 ft out so that made my mind up and i dropped my gear, opened the bait bucket and catapulted some hemp and pellets to the area i,d seen the roll. I then set about getting everything ship shape and plumbing the depth of the swim, which was a surprise at 8ft as i only thought it was 4ft at best. Now there was a lot of bubblers in the swim and nice size rudd were showing along with the odd bream roll, but unfortunately there was nothing over the bait i,d put in but only 15ft out along a line running parallel with the bank. A quick plumb along this line and i found that this was basically at the bottom of the marginal shelf, so i opted to fish this line and lightly scattered a few pellets, hemp and corn in a couple of spots. Out went the float with a sweetcorn hookbait set to just tickle the bottom, a few bits of hemp scattered around the float and i was ready.

 My first bite came after only a couple of minutes and resulted in a nice bream of around 2.5lb which was quite scrappy on the light float gear. This was followed by a couple of other smaller bream and a couple of small rudd. I then hooked a fish which really did put up a bit of a tussle, even tacking line of the drag, but finally i netted a lovely rudd of around a pound. I was really happy with the fish i had caught so and could quite happily have packed up then, even though i,d only been at the water for an hour, as those fish had made my day.
I stayed on though for another couple of hours and managed a cracking bag of fish, figure of speak as i didn,t take a keepnet, which included another half dozen bream between 2lb and 4lb, a few more rudd around the half pound mark and finally a fish which i was really hoping to catch, a nice tench of about 4lb which really did put up a good account of itself. I also lost a carp which shot off across the swim like a rocket breaking my 1.75lb hooklength, i hate leaving hooks in fish even though i know the shed them quickly.

All in all i thoroughly enjoyed my few hours float fishing and plan to do it more often in the near future. The water i fished is a lovely water with lots of reeds, bushes and secret little corners where you can hide away from the other anglers, so its a lovely place to fish. Unfortunately you do get a lot of kids there as well as the typical chav carpers, actually i won,t insult the carpers as these chav sorts are far from proper carp anglers.
But when theres only a few anglers there its quite and has a host of wildlife to watch while you wait for a fish to bite.

Tight lines all...........................