Carp Prove Elusive


Two more sessions on the little lake this week, fished in contrasting conditions. The first was in temperatures pushing into the 30s and blazing sunshine. The second saw the thermometer showing around 10 degrees lower than the first and overcast skies.

On both occasions, carp were very visible all over the lake, but looking very lethargic. On the second visit, the swim I chose had six carp on the surface close in when I arrived. They didn’t seem to be bothered at all while I was tackling up even though they must have been aware I was there. Indeed, they didn’t even flinch while I was checking the depth of my float right in among them. But as soon as I introduced some loose feed, they melted away.

It wasn’t until late in the afternoon, both times, that the fish began to show some activity, with tench and bream fizzing at various points in the swim. I managed to land three tench on the first visit, losing another, and on the second visit, it was skimmer bream that showed, with a last-cast mini-tench to end the day – small but perfectly formed.

I seem to have sorted a method that puts a few tench in the net, but it looks like I need to refine my tactics to tangle with the more elusive carp.

Oh, and “Mad Mama” Moorhen was spotted seeing off a wood pigeon.

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Showdown! “Mad Mama” Moorhen vs “Scaredy-Cat” Squirrel


Never mess with a moorhen. That was the lesson a squirrel learned today. The moorhen family on the little lake that I’ve mentioned in recent posts were over the far side of the lake. One of the parents and the chicks were on the lilies by the bank, while the other parent was up the bank. Suddenly the one on the bank went running along the path in an aggressive manner. I then realised that it was chasing a squirrel! It was certainly one of the funniest things I’ve witnessed when fishing to see the two tearing along the bank at full tilt. Unfortunately it was over too quickly to capture on camera. I didn’t see the final outcome as they disappeared into the trees, but I later saw the moorhen looking none the worse for the encounter.

As for the fishing, when I arrived, the surface of the lake was covered in little rudd, and quite a few carp, which were looking very lethargic under the baking sun. I caught a few rudd and roach in the height of the afternoon heat, but it wasn’t until some shade began to creep across the water as afternoon moved towards evening that things began to liven up.

The first tench of the session came at about 5 o’clock. At 2.11 it was just an ounce short of my pb (Note: I’ve not caught many tench before!). This was followed about an hour later with the smallest tench I’ve ever caught, a pristine fish of about 8 ounces. Unhooking it was fun, as it was like handling a bar of wet soap that had come to life.

A further hour passed before the float shot away, heading rapidly for the nearby lily bed, succeeding in burying itself under the pads. At first I could still feel the fish, but another short surge saw it embed itself a bit deeper and all went solid. I thought that would be the end of it, but steady pressure gradually began to regain some ground and  eventually the fish emerged from the lilies into clear water. Once there, things were relatively calm, although the carp continued to put up a lively resistance. A minute or two later a nice linear mirror was in the net.

I’d been fishing close to the lilies throughout the session, but I’d also been baiting the other side of the swim, and after the commotion caused by the carp, I decided to give this other line a try. It wasn’t long before I was into the third tench of the day, a lively scrapper of about two pounds.

 

Slow Day


Summer had arrived in force, with temperatures close to 30C, for the latest visit to the little lake. Luckily the swim I was in was nicely sheltered by trees, keeping direct sunlight off me, so I was relatively comfortable.

But fishing was very slow compared to previous visits. I did hook a fish on my first cast which slipped the hook, but it was only a small fish, either a rudd or skimmer bream.

There was a carp or two showing, as usual they were knocking around right in the edge. Watch the lily pads and reeds being disturbed…

At one point, a carp was mooching around on the top, mouthing at stuff on the surface, and it even tried to eat my float!

Eventually I did get a fly-away bite that had my float heading rapidly for the lilies. I clamped down on it to stop it going any further, but the fish was too powerful and after a few seconds, the 8lb hook-length parted.

Late on I switched from sweetcorn to a soft pellet on the hook, and straight away started getting bites, but they weren’t positive, and I think most likely from small fish.

Despite the lack of action, the lake is a very pleasant place to be. I noticed that the moorhen chicks that I video’d last week have about doubled in size over the seven days since. Also there was entertainment to be had watching the shoals of rudd that were all over the surface, scattering every time the shadow of a bird flew across the lake. You could follow the progress as the rudd were erupting in a line along the lake as the shadow crossed them.

Apart from the lack of catches, the big disappointment of the day when I arrived was to find that the padlock at the car park for the venue had not had its combination scrambled after the last person had used it. Then as I went to leave at the end of the session, the code had not been scrambled again. I don’t understand why anyone would not do this, after all it only takes a couple of seconds and a flick of a finger to turn the numbers after closing the padlock. And leaving the car park insecure could lead to all sorts of problems, not the least of which is upsetting the owners and losing the water.

Bait? Who Needs It?


Another session yesterday on the small lake I’ve been fishing recently, which got off to an interesting start, when I caught a small rudd on a bare hook while checking the shotting on the float rig. It was fairly hooked in the top lip, so must have taken the hook thinking it was food of some sort.

Having decided that was a one-off occurrence, sweetcorn was added to the hook when I actually started fishing. Unlike last week, there was very little visible activity from the fish, and it was at least an hour into the session before the first real bite happened. Andy had just arrived, and I’d just told him that nothing much was happening, when some bubbles appeared around my float, indicating a feeding fish was around. A positive bite and a lively fight soon followed, resulting in Andy netting a tench of around two pounds.

A small bream followed, but it all went quiet again for a while, during which I got some footage of some very young moorhen chicks on the lilies. Andy can be spotted on the opposite bank.

 

Switching my bait to a different part of the swim, there was a couple of slight dips of the float, before it submerged slightly and stayed under. I hit it and felt a solid resistance, but the fish didn’t seem to realise that it had been hooked for a while. I’d got it quite close in when it suddenly woke up and shot off to towards some lilies. I’d just managed to get the run under control when the hook pulled. On inspection the hook point was burred over, so I suspect the fish may have been foul-hooked.

As the afternoon moved into early evening, the float sailed away and the resultant strike saw a carp tear off out towards the middle of the lake, only for the hook to pull again. This time I could be sure that the fish had been foul-hooked, as the hook had a large scale attached to it.

Eventually, I did managed to fairly hook and land a nice-looking common carp of about four pounds or so. Andy had two carp, plus another seven pounder that he hooked in the tail. Odd that between us, we had three foul-hooked fish.

 

The Two That Got Away (and the ones that refused to be hooked)


It’s the usual fisherman’s tale of the biggun that got away. Well not really all that big, but big enough to snap a 7lb hooklink like cotton.

It was a funny afternoon from the start. On arrival at the pond that I fished the previous week, I found that I’d forgotten my chair. On the off-chance, I texted my mate Andy, who had said he might be joining me later, to ask if he had a spare chair he could bring along. By an odd coincidence, he was in the area and had a chair in the car, so about 20 minutes after I’d contacted him, he turned up carrying the chair!

Already, carp had started to feed around my swim, bubbling up the water. I’d started casting slightly to my right, but as a large patch of bubbles appeared by the lilies on my right, I cast my float to the patch of bubbles. Within 30 seconds, the float buried and the rod top bent round as a carp shot off towards the lilies. As I put pressure on to stop its charge, the hooklink suddenly parted. I was surprised by this, as I’d used a similar hooklink last week and was able to apply quite considerable pressure when playing a 7lb carp. Later, Andy mentioned  that he’d lost a carp in a similar fashion in the same spot on a previous visit, and wondered if there was a branch or other snag that the fish went into that caused the line to part.

Half an hour later, another carp picked up my bait and rocketed off towards the lilies on my right, but I was able to turn it and bring into open water, where I was confident of winning the battle. I’d almost got the fish to the net, when it turned and went into the small lilies at my feet, and somehow immediately transferred the hook to a lily stem.

Andy arrived later, and settled into the swim next to mine. He hadn’t been there long, when I was into another carp. The take was preceded by some bubbling a couple of yards from the float, then some bubbles a bit closer, then closer still, then the float shot away. Unlike the previous two, this one was successfully landed. It was a fully scaled mirror, weighing I suppose about four pounds.

By now the sun had dropped behind the tree, and there started to be increased activity in my swim, with lots of “fizzing” going on. Most of it I think caused by tench, although there was a carp in the area too. It was obvious that the fish were rooting around for the loose feed I was putting in as the fizzing was often right around my float, but apart from an occasional bob of the float, which I suspect was caused by fish brushing the line rather than mouthing the bait, not once was there a positive bite.

I had to leave early evening (and just in time to avoid a heavy shower), which was frustrating as the fish were still active in the swim. I later learned that Andy (who’d had a couple of tench from his swim), had moved to where I’d been fishing and had an eight pound carp from it.

A Pleasant Afternoon


Yesterday afternoon, I managed a few hours fishing on a small pond that I’d never fished before. It’s a nice little place, close to the M40, but tucked away in it’s own little spot, and relatively secluded – you wouldn’t really know you’re that close to heavy traffic. As far as stillwaters go, it’s the kind of place I like to fish, small (there’s only about a dozen swims), intimate and well-established. It’s surrounded by trees, there’s lily beds, and several patches of yellow irises. It has the feel of a classic tench water

On arrival, I could see small fish topping all over the place, with the occasional carp surfacing. Following the guidance of my mate Andy, who’s fished it a few times, I set up in a swim with a nice lily patch to one side, fishing sweetcorn under a float, in about 3 feet of water. I didn’t have to fish too far out and a gentle cast was all that was needed to get the float in place.

I was soon getting small bites, most of which I missed, but did eventually hook a skimmer bream. Another soon followed. Then I had two “sail-away” bites in quick succession which I somehow didn’t connect with. A third bite followed, and this time I did connect with a small but very lively tench that may have gone two pounds on a good day. I was very pleased with this, as it’s the first tench I’ve caught in around twenty years (not that I’ve fished for them much in that time).

By now, there were a least three carp active in the margins of my swim, two of them right at my feet, bumping the lilies about. But getting them to take a bait was not easy. I’d started fishing more or less off the rod-top to see if I could get one, but the first bite I hooked was a small rudd. It may not have been the intended target, but it was still very welcome, as – like the tench – it had been many years since I’d last caught one, and they are a beautiful fish.

A few minutes after returning the rudd, the float suddenly shot away with the speed of an express train, and I found myself attached to a carp, which had buried itself in the lilies before I had a chance to do anything about it. However, with steady pressure, I was able to gradually pull it back out into open water. A lively fight followed, and although the fish didn’t take any line off the clutch, it was dashing back and forth, and it took me several minutes to net it. A quick weigh showed it to go 7.04.

Carp, 7.04, Hillwood Pond

The commotion created while landing the fish caused the swim to go quiet for a while, although a carp did eventually start rooting around again in the lilies at my feet. All I managed to catch after that was a small roach-bream hybrid. But that was six fish with five different species in the afternoon, so I was well pleased with my efforts. Needless to say (as someone once said) I’ll be back.

Andy had turned up not long after I’d had the carp, and he set up in the adjoining swim. I had to leave around 7 o’clock, but I later heard that he’d had four tench and 2 carp, so he also had a short but productive session.

A Rush of Roach


Having opened the new season with a blank on the Kennet, I chose to switch my attentions from barbel fishing to a spot of trotting on the Thames. The river was in good nick for float fishing, the recent rains putting a good flow on. In fact it would have been ideal for a spot of centre-pin fishing, if only I’d had one with me.

Feeding hemp and maggots, and starting with a single maggot on a size 20 hook, I only managed to catch a few bleak in the first half-hour. A change to double maggot immediately produced the first roach of the day, and after that, the roach started to come reasonably regularly throughout the rest of the session.

Here be Roach

Here be Roach

Last season, this stretch was alive with dace and was virtually a fish a chuck, but this year the dace have all but disappeared, to be replaced by roach. About 3 hours into the session, a pike started to have a go at some of the fish I’d hooked and I lost some to it. This was similar to last year’s trotting sessions on the stretch. I didn’t see the fish, but it felt considerably larger than any of the pike I caught on lures last year.

I finished a very enjoyable session with 46 roach, mostly in the 3-4 ozs mark, with a few going 6-8 ozs. I also caught a few hybrids.

Season Opener


Ventured out for the first time this season yesterday. I went to the River Kennet near Newbury and got off to a good start when I found a fiver in the car park, but that’s where the good fortune ended. I made my way to a favourite swim that used to regularly produce a few barbel and chub every session, but that was before the marked decline in the fishing on the Kennet.

Kennet Fidlers 2016-06-19

The plan was to start with pellet on the hook, fished in conjunction with a pellet & groundbait feeder. However, that plan was cut short when opening my bait bucket, only to find that although there was a plentiful supply of pellets, there was no groundbait! Luckily I had some PVA stocking in the tackle bag, so I was able to use this to introduce some free offerings into the swim.

In days gone by, I would have expected the fish in this swim to respond quite quickly to my baits, often getting a fish in the first half hour, but on this occasion, my rod remained motionless throughout the session. A switch to boilies didn’t produce any action either.

The decline in the Kennet fishing has been noticeable for a few seasons now, particularly on once-prolific stretches, where it’s now a struggle to get a bite. It’s close to being terminal in my view. What’s to blame? Could be anything from otters, signal crayfish, increased turbidity, oestrogen from contraceptive pills, even the oils from anglers’ pellet bait. Most likely a combination of some or all of those producing a “perfect storm” that’s led to fish populations not being able to sustain themselves.

I Did Something I Never Thought I Would


I fished a commercial carp fishery!

I had been invited by Andy to take part in one of his firm’s occasional matches, and was interested to give it a go. There was a minor problem when first invited, as I was hoping that I would be at Wembley to see the Mighty Irons in the FA Cup semi-final on the day of the fishing match, but that wasn’t to be, so thanks to Andy for wangling an extra place for me at short notice.

Alders Farm once held the world match weight record at over 500lbs (not sure if this is still a record), but it had a reputation for the terrible condition of its fish. It’s since been under new management, and many of the fish have been removed, leaving a more sensible –but still very large – head of carp.

Due to the strict rules on the fishery (similar to rules at most fisheries of the type), I had to quickly get together a selection of tackle that I wouldn’t normally use, barbless hooks especially. It was also the first opportunity to try out my new seat box, a Maver Abyss X. It’s a small box by comparison to many others of its type, but it just about holds enough gear for my purposes, and allows for various accessories to be attached to the legs – useful when fishing on the platforms that are commonly found on match lakes. As well as for potential use on commercials, I intend to use it on the platforms on the stretch of the Thames that I fish.

Baits are also restricted on the fishery, notably you can only use their own pellets. Having forgotten to buy a tin of corn, luckily Andy was able to supply me with some, and that turned out to be fortunate, as events would reveal.

We arrived at the fishery and met up with the rest of the guys taking part, about ten of them in all. After dipping the nets, I popped into the fishery’s own tackle shop to stock up with pellets and also bought a couple of loaded pellet wagglers. Then it was down to the site’s café for breakfast. I didn’t bother with a fry-up as I’d eaten before leaving home, but enjoyed a mug of tea whilst the rest of the group tucked in.

Then the draw took place, and I drew peg 11 out of the hat. Not that that meant anything to me, as I knew nothing of the lake we were fishing (Pines Lake – one of 3 main lakes on the fishery), but I was informed that it was a good peg, as it had an island to fish to. On arriving at the lake, we were disappointed to note that some major tree and bush clearance had taken place, removing much of the marginal cover.

I set my gear up, a float rod to fish the pellet waggler, and a method feeder rod. At the all-in, I started off on the float, feeding pellets regularly. But no bites were forthcoming. To my right, the angler there (Gary?) lost four carp in the first hour or so, fishing the margins with a pole, but all the other anglers I could see – both the ones fishing our match, and the match on the opposite bank – were struggling for bites.

This could of course have been down to our own short-comings, but, like most anglers, we preferred to blame circumstances beyond our control, laying the responsibility on both the weather (it had been quite cold overnight) and the decimation of the vegetation.

I persisted with the float for about two and a half hours, which in hindsight was far too long, before switching to the method feeder rod. Baiting up with a crab & krill 10mm boilie, I cast right up to the island. There were some indications in the form of line bites that there were fish out there, but they didn’t seem interested in my hook-bait, so after about an hour of this and several more casts, I changed bait to a piece of corn. The impact was almost immediate, as within thirty seconds the rod tip hooped round and I was into a fish. Unfortunately, I wasn’t into it for very long as the hook pulled out.

My disappointment at losing the fish was only short-lived, however, as the very next cast resulted in a carp of around 4lbs residing in my landing net. I then proceeded to embarrass myself by missing the keepnet and dropping the fish straight back in the lake! So the match was about 4 hours old, and all I had to show at this stage was one lost fish and another that I couldn’t weigh in.

Whether the start of activity was triggered by the change of bait, or the fact that the weather had warmed a bit, I don’t know, but it was probably a combination of the two.

I persevered with the corn and method feeder for the rest of the match, and succeeded in repeating the above, with one lost fish and another landed, although this time I made sure it went into the keepnet. And that was it for the match. I knew that my one fish wasn’t in the running for the prizes, so I didn’t bother weighing in.

Andy wanted to stay on for a while after the match, so I carried on for a while on the feeder, while Andy tried the swim to my right, where there was a pipe inflow that attracts the fish. I had one more bite on the feeder, resulting in another hook-pull. Andy kept getting bites but missing them!

Meanwhile, I’d been feeding pellets in the margin of my swim, which eventually saw the arrival of at least two carp that began stirring up the mud. I switched to the float rod and fished a pellet where the fish were. Shortly, the float sank away and I was into what I thought was a decent carp, as it led me a merry dance around the lake. Once I got it into the net, it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be, and the reason it had given me the run-around was because it was hooked in the pectoral.

Although there was another carp rooting around in the margins, I couldn’t get it to take the bait, and that was the end of the action for the day. Despite the lack of fish relative to expectations, and that I could have had more in the net but for hook-pulls, I enjoyed the day.  The group of anglers we fished with were a good bunch, and I had some good banter with the guys fishing either side of me. Despite the rather cool temperatures for the time of year, I came home with a sunburnt face!

If I’m invited along to another of their matches, I will know a bit more about what to expect and will – hopefully – be better prepared next time.

Season Closes With New PB Chub


My final outing of the river season was to the Upper Benyons stretch of the Kennet, in search of a last-gasp barbel. The river was running high, coloured and was flowing quite fast following recent heavy rains, though it had apparently dropped levels a bit since the day before.

My tactic was to rove the fishery, using large, flavoured meat baits, spending 10-15 minutes in each swim. Where practical, I was upstreaming the bait, working it down the swim.

The first swim I tried produced a decent bite which I failed to connect with. My suspicions at the time were that it was more likely to have been a chub bite than a barbel. More of that later.

The day had started cool and foggy, but by around 11 o’clock, the sun broke through the fog, and the rest of the day was fished in glorious sunshine.

I covered the entire length of the fishery and back, with only one other bite to show for it – a rapid drop-back on an upstreamed line – which again I missed. This time, I was more certain that a barbel was responsible, so was annoyed at missing the chance.

Eventually I returned to the first swim. The bait had been dropped into some steady flow close to the bank and had been there for a few minutes, when the rod tip was jerked round. This time I made contact, and the fish took off like a scalded cat. After a short but very lively battle, I slipped the net under a very large chub.

Chub PB, 6.00

Chub PB, 6.00

The scales settled on a weight of exactly 6lbs – a new PB chub, beating my previous best by 3 ounces. After resting the fish in the net, the trophy pics were taken and the fish returned. I used a new camera for the first time – an Olympus Tough TG-3, which is a waterproof camera designed to take a few knocks, so ideal for fishing purposes. It also can be wi-fi’d to a smartphone, which can then be used as a remote viewer to frame the shots and as a remote shutter release. Picture quality seems fine for trophy shots viewed on the PC.

I fished a few more swims after that, but with no luck, so, reluctantly, I decided to call an end to the session and the season.