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I was fishing yesterday and it really went cold while the eclipse was going on, i think every one blanked i did have a run but lost it on a snag that was enough for me i packed up at 5-30 and headed for home i could not get warm all night, the wind blowing down the lake was absolutely bitter, lets hope it gets a bit warmer in the coming weeks my mrs thinks I'm a bloody nutter going in cold weather like it has been but i have caught a few over the weeks if i had not gone and took my chances i would not have caught i know i am in my seventies but i will keep fishing while i can.
It really is funny this small lake used to be full of rainbow trout, i used to poach it many years ago and caught some nice fish there was also some good eels, in the water i had them to four and a half pound i few years ago the bailiff on the water, came around to my house hi pete can you help me out whats up Bernard, we think we are getting poached can you come and have a look, it was not me as my poaching days were over. I had heard some one was selling trout in the pub, but i could not get a name, yes Bern i will meet you down there on Saturday afternoon, i took an old gaff with me i soon showed them where the fish were going i had eighteen night lines they had been expertly covered up no one fishing the lake would even know they were there.
Can you catch them pete i will need two or three chaps, with me ill come said Bern, my mate Graham, will come said i do you won't them caught on frightened, we will think about it at home i decided to frighten them i had some of these Halloween faces that glowed a horrible green, and one that looked like an old witch, i picked Bern up before dark have you got those old sheets, yes four in all we put the masks on around dark and sat down and waited i did not think they would arrive until midnight i was right over the style got the four poachers and headed straight away to their night lines, we waited until they were about to set some more when Bern let out a call like a banshee they turned around to see what it was they shone a torch up into the wood there was one hell of a shout run lads the place is haunted we fell around laughing we ran after them to the style they literally fell over into some of the brambles but we let them go we will go to the fox tomorrow night Graham we may get a laugh.
we went for a pint on the Saturday night we saw them telling the landlord what had happened, the one said to us do you still fish Bomere yes we replied, if i was you i would not go any where near the place its haunted we listened to his story we had a job not to laugh the landlord twigged what had gone on, good lads have a pint on me they have been selling trout in here for weeks i wondered when they would get caught we all had a good laugh.
well there a bit more. more latter.
I was fishing yesterday and it really went cold while the eclipse was going on, i think every one blanked i did have a run but lost it on a snag that was enough for me i packed up at 5-30 and headed for home i could not get warm all night, the wind blowing down the lake was absolutely bitter, lets hope it gets a bit warmer in the coming weeks my mrs thinks I'm a bloody nutter going in cold weather like it has been but i have caught a few over the weeks if i had not gone and took my chances i would not have caught i know i am in my seventies but i will keep fishing while i can.
It really is funny this small lake used to be full of rainbow trout, i used to poach it many years ago and caught some nice fish there was also some good eels, in the water i had them to four and a half pound i few years ago the bailiff on the water, came around to my house hi pete can you help me out whats up Bernard, we think we are getting poached can you come and have a look, it was not me as my poaching days were over. I had heard some one was selling trout in the pub, but i could not get a name, yes Bern i will meet you down there on Saturday afternoon, i took an old gaff with me i soon showed them where the fish were going i had eighteen night lines they had been expertly covered up no one fishing the lake would even know they were there.
Can you catch them pete i will need two or three chaps, with me ill come said Bern, my mate Graham, will come said i do you won't them caught on frightened, we will think about it at home i decided to frighten them i had some of these Halloween faces that glowed a horrible green, and one that looked like an old witch, i picked Bern up before dark have you got those old sheets, yes four in all we put the masks on around dark and sat down and waited i did not think they would arrive until midnight i was right over the style got the four poachers and headed straight away to their night lines, we waited until they were about to set some more when Bern let out a call like a banshee they turned around to see what it was they shone a torch up into the wood there was one hell of a shout run lads the place is haunted we fell around laughing we ran after them to the style they literally fell over into some of the brambles but we let them go we will go to the fox tomorrow night Graham we may get a laugh.
we went for a pint on the Saturday night we saw them telling the landlord what had happened, the one said to us do you still fish Bomere yes we replied, if i was you i would not go any where near the place its haunted we listened to his story we had a job not to laugh the landlord twigged what had gone on, good lads have a pint on me they have been selling trout in here for weeks i wondered when they would get caught we all had a good laugh.
well there a bit more. more latter.
In reply to Post #684
I am sitting here at home watching a very cold wind sway the trees no fishing today for me, i will see what its like tomorrow but the banks get packed most week ends so i will have to take my chance
Years ago you never saw the amount of anglers you see today things have altered, most lakes we fish to day are not private like they were in my younger days, private or not i used to fish them, i really enjoyed going you never knew what situation you would find your self in, i used to fish a quite a large lake in a village about six miles from my home, it was a most beautiful lake full of big tench and lovely Rudd you really never saw anyone, but this one morning was a bit different,i had caught a number to tench not really big all around two pounds i had just had a drink of mums ginger beer, when i was a bit startled to see a number of gentlemen standing on the lawns in front of the hall. They had all got guns in shoulder bags and a glass in their hand i heard sir saying drink up plenty of time latter on for drinking, i watched as i heard the keeper say you will all draw for your peg some had their wives with them they were all wearing tweeds and long laced up boots no shooting low he bellowed i never realised they were shooting the lake i was fishing you can shoot any pheasants he shouted i moved further into the undergrowth and lay down and watched, it was to late to make a run for it.
I watched him putting the guns out there must of been around twenty guns they must have been friends of sirs from the army as the war had not finished that long ago i think they had only got the estate back into some order but there was still a lot to do especially for the keeper he still had the vermin to attend to as the estate had gone completely wild as it had been left to own devises for a number of years, i was a bit frightened when the guns started to shoot but soon relaxed and watched this magical spectacle going on all around me god some could shoot, they would hit those duck really hight up, some would come crashing down hitting the bushes not far from where i lay, i thought bugger the fish, lets collect a few of these ducks that had been shot it was a bit dodgy but i managed to collect half a dozen or three brace of pheasants, and a couple of ducks, i popped them in my big post office bag, i carried my tackle in and half walked or crawled away from the shoot, i got into the field and lay behind this sheep feeder it was full of hay i could hear one off the guns say keeper theres one or two down over there, he could not find many maybe a couple. The keeper said they must of been runners sir i can't find anymore than a brace of pheasants and a couple of ducks. I laughed as i made my way home i collected my bike from where i had hidden it, and soon got to the gate of our house, mum said your home early yes i replied i have got you these her eyes lit up you will get caught one of these days she said laughing. well there you are more, latter
I am sitting here at home watching a very cold wind sway the trees no fishing today for me, i will see what its like tomorrow but the banks get packed most week ends so i will have to take my chance
Years ago you never saw the amount of anglers you see today things have altered, most lakes we fish to day are not private like they were in my younger days, private or not i used to fish them, i really enjoyed going you never knew what situation you would find your self in, i used to fish a quite a large lake in a village about six miles from my home, it was a most beautiful lake full of big tench and lovely Rudd you really never saw anyone, but this one morning was a bit different,i had caught a number to tench not really big all around two pounds i had just had a drink of mums ginger beer, when i was a bit startled to see a number of gentlemen standing on the lawns in front of the hall. They had all got guns in shoulder bags and a glass in their hand i heard sir saying drink up plenty of time latter on for drinking, i watched as i heard the keeper say you will all draw for your peg some had their wives with them they were all wearing tweeds and long laced up boots no shooting low he bellowed i never realised they were shooting the lake i was fishing you can shoot any pheasants he shouted i moved further into the undergrowth and lay down and watched, it was to late to make a run for it.
I watched him putting the guns out there must of been around twenty guns they must have been friends of sirs from the army as the war had not finished that long ago i think they had only got the estate back into some order but there was still a lot to do especially for the keeper he still had the vermin to attend to as the estate had gone completely wild as it had been left to own devises for a number of years, i was a bit frightened when the guns started to shoot but soon relaxed and watched this magical spectacle going on all around me god some could shoot, they would hit those duck really hight up, some would come crashing down hitting the bushes not far from where i lay, i thought bugger the fish, lets collect a few of these ducks that had been shot it was a bit dodgy but i managed to collect half a dozen or three brace of pheasants, and a couple of ducks, i popped them in my big post office bag, i carried my tackle in and half walked or crawled away from the shoot, i got into the field and lay behind this sheep feeder it was full of hay i could hear one off the guns say keeper theres one or two down over there, he could not find many maybe a couple. The keeper said they must of been runners sir i can't find anymore than a brace of pheasants and a couple of ducks. I laughed as i made my way home i collected my bike from where i had hidden it, and soon got to the gate of our house, mum said your home early yes i replied i have got you these her eyes lit up you will get caught one of these days she said laughing. well there you are more, latter
In reply to Post #687
I am so sorry to hear about your loss...
R.I.P
I am so sorry to hear about your loss...
R.I.P
In reply to Post #688
Jesus
a true gent long time forum member
Thoughts are with your family R.I.P
Jesus
a true gent long time forum member
Thoughts are with your family R.I.P
In reply to Post #687
R.I.P.
R.I.P.
In reply to Post #687
RIP
RIP
In reply to Post #687
So sorry for your loss.
I read his stories with great excitement for the passion that he brings to it.
You can be very proud of him.
R.I.P.
So sorry for your loss.
I read his stories with great excitement for the passion that he brings to it.
You can be very proud of him.
R.I.P.
In reply to Post #687
SO SAD . R. I. P. PETE.
SO SAD . R. I. P. PETE.
Tragic news. So sorry to hear that this grand fella has passed. I worked closely with Pete on a manuscript he did for a fishing book and he sent me reams of material and photos. I don't think many of us on here realise just how high profile Pete was back in the day, the guys he knew and fished with, the publications he worked for, and the huge high regard in which he was held by his peers. We are all very privileged to have had access to his wealth of knowledge and experience and the world will be a greyer place for his passing.
I am not religious in any way, and mentioned this once to Pete. "Not to worry," he replied, "God loves you anyway!" He always closed his PMs with 'God bless' and while it may be inappropriate for an atheist to say so, God bless back at ya, Pete.
So sad.
I am not religious in any way, and mentioned this once to Pete. "Not to worry," he replied, "God loves you anyway!" He always closed his PMs with 'God bless' and while it may be inappropriate for an atheist to say so, God bless back at ya, Pete.
So sad.
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I am very sorry to hear this. I remember Pete appearing all those decades ago in the Angling Times with his catches of specimen bream and hugely enjoyed his trips down memory lane on here.
Hopefully, he will meet up with Dick again at that special venue in the sky.
R.I.P. Pete
I am very sorry to hear this. I remember Pete appearing all those decades ago in the Angling Times with his catches of specimen bream and hugely enjoyed his trips down memory lane on here.
Hopefully, he will meet up with Dick again at that special venue in the sky.
R.I.P. Pete
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so sorry to hear this, i had the pleasure of meeting pete a couple of times and i loved listening to his stories of his life and times. truly an inspiration. rest in peace mate.
so sorry to hear this, i had the pleasure of meeting pete a couple of times and i loved listening to his stories of his life and times. truly an inspiration. rest in peace mate.
This is really sad news I aways looked forward to petes stories. I my self will miss them. The fourm won't be the same without him.
I hope the funeral goes well and sending my best wishes to petes family at this very sad time.
Rest in peace pete.
Rich
I hope the funeral goes well and sending my best wishes to petes family at this very sad time.
Rest in peace pete.
Rich
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Very sad, Peter was a good friend to me in times of trouble and in all times, always kept in touch despite me being here and him in the UK. Am really gutted to lose such a friend. A sad loss to the angling world and his family. A fantastic chap who always had time for others to listen and to exchange experiences. So glad he shared his stories and history of ordinary people's lives with us on here and more. Sadly the world of angling has lost another great fisherman. RIP Pete, hope you are dangling a line up there somewhere
Very sad, Peter was a good friend to me in times of trouble and in all times, always kept in touch despite me being here and him in the UK. Am really gutted to lose such a friend. A sad loss to the angling world and his family. A fantastic chap who always had time for others to listen and to exchange experiences. So glad he shared his stories and history of ordinary people's lives with us on here and more. Sadly the world of angling has lost another great fisherman. RIP Pete, hope you are dangling a line up there somewhere
Such sad news, RIP Pete
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only just seen this. r.i.p peter.
only just seen this. r.i.p peter.