Sunday, 28 September 2014

NEW PIKE SEASON MUSINGS........

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

A COUPLE OF VIDEOS...

Just a couple of videos from Norfolk.


THE FUTURE OF ANGLING, MAYBE........

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..........









WEYBOURNE BASS FISHING

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.......


NORTH NORFOLK HOLIDAY..

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.