In reply to Post #245
Still at it Pete
Good man, keep em coming mate 
Still at it Pete
Good man, keep em coming mate
In reply to Post #246
excellent posts pete
a real top read,these are the type of posts that put this forum above others and makes it more interesting than any mag
excellent posts pete
a real top read,these are the type of posts that put this forum above others and makes it more interesting than any mag
In reply to Post #247
I agree ned, top posts from a top bloke - the best read I've had in a long time.
I agree ned, top posts from a top bloke - the best read I've had in a long time.
In reply to Post #247
You should write a book.
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You should write a book.
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In reply to Post #244
well i soon got another job and managed to buy some more tackle i was a bit of a jack the lad in those days but never got in any serious trouble .you might remember in an earlier thread i told you about bomere being strictly private it was owned by a local farmer called sam davies and was part of a big shoot covering maney acres at the end of the lake was a house where the local game keeper lived his name was jerry haiz none of the locals would go any were near the place always fearing the said keeper but myself and a freind a lad called gerald harris would fish it illegaly mostly spinning or live baiting and caught some really big pike until one day we wer spotted from the far side i reconized the chap instantly as sgt landers from our local police station who was a member of the shoot we were off i can tell you up the bank behind us poor gerald running through the bushes run straight into a hornets nest hanging from a branch and was stung all over he was crying in pain, over the fence we went and onto the railway line you could hear the keepers in distance but we had agood start on them under the railway bridge we went to the left of the bridge was a small stream which was piped across the field just big enough to crawl through in we went and there we stayed for quite some time you could hear the keepers talking to the police wandering where we had gone not once did they think to look up this pipe, we eventualy came out the other side wet throught poor old geralds face had swelled terrible he looked like the mitchaleen man and was still crying. i beileve he had to go for treatment latter to the local hospital, it was not long before threre was a knock on the door it was this sgt landers i used to call him old white eyes when he told you off his eyes would go white in temper well he thought he had reconized me but i told him he must have been mistaken so that was that that finished me poaching bomere as you know i took on the lease maney years later and it was from the very same farmer sam davies he never did find out that i was the one that poached his pool all those years ago. just another snippet and i kid you not all true old sgt landers reared a few pheasents on his back lawn they used to wander down behind his house a freind and i did a bit of shooting at the time and had a good maney of his birds. he used to come to my house and acuse me but could never prove anything but thats not for this fofum . just down from bomere was the honey medow quite a big water about two acres not deep and full of eels we had great sport on there with lob worm catching lots of specimens to arround three pounds but to us youngsters they were big fish. unfortunatly that water has now gone filled in . but it lives on in my memory we had some great times there more to come later
well i soon got another job and managed to buy some more tackle i was a bit of a jack the lad in those days but never got in any serious trouble .you might remember in an earlier thread i told you about bomere being strictly private it was owned by a local farmer called sam davies and was part of a big shoot covering maney acres at the end of the lake was a house where the local game keeper lived his name was jerry haiz none of the locals would go any were near the place always fearing the said keeper but myself and a freind a lad called gerald harris would fish it illegaly mostly spinning or live baiting and caught some really big pike until one day we wer spotted from the far side i reconized the chap instantly as sgt landers from our local police station who was a member of the shoot we were off i can tell you up the bank behind us poor gerald running through the bushes run straight into a hornets nest hanging from a branch and was stung all over he was crying in pain, over the fence we went and onto the railway line you could hear the keepers in distance but we had agood start on them under the railway bridge we went to the left of the bridge was a small stream which was piped across the field just big enough to crawl through in we went and there we stayed for quite some time you could hear the keepers talking to the police wandering where we had gone not once did they think to look up this pipe, we eventualy came out the other side wet throught poor old geralds face had swelled terrible he looked like the mitchaleen man and was still crying. i beileve he had to go for treatment latter to the local hospital, it was not long before threre was a knock on the door it was this sgt landers i used to call him old white eyes when he told you off his eyes would go white in temper well he thought he had reconized me but i told him he must have been mistaken so that was that that finished me poaching bomere as you know i took on the lease maney years later and it was from the very same farmer sam davies he never did find out that i was the one that poached his pool all those years ago. just another snippet and i kid you not all true old sgt landers reared a few pheasents on his back lawn they used to wander down behind his house a freind and i did a bit of shooting at the time and had a good maney of his birds. he used to come to my house and acuse me but could never prove anything but thats not for this fofum . just down from bomere was the honey medow quite a big water about two acres not deep and full of eels we had great sport on there with lob worm catching lots of specimens to arround three pounds but to us youngsters they were big fish. unfortunatly that water has now gone filled in . but it lives on in my memory we had some great times there more to come later
In reply to Post #250
Pete, This has to be the best thread I've read on here in a long time, your stories have been bloody excellent, thanks for spending the time in writing them down for us to share.
Pete, This has to be the best thread I've read on here in a long time, your stories have been bloody excellent, thanks for spending the time in writing them down for us to share.
In reply to Post #250
well i was fishing mad and went at every opertunity i had i fished the river severn there was no barbel in those days only roach chub dace and pike the samon fishing was out of my reach. i would be off on my bike tackle on my back rods tyed to my cross bar i used to fish a stretch called sydney avenue by the shrewsbury wier i would trot a float down with maggot or castor and catch dace by the score they were lovely fish and on light tackle put up a good scrap none were much over half a pound but good fish all the same also catching some good chub to arround four pound there was a place called grey friars bridge a bit futher up stream this was a favorite place place used by the local anglers to catch roach i loved it and still do i caught maney nets of roach from that place ledgering with bread paste with lots going to over the pound. the locals would come down to feed the swans with scraps of bread im sure those roach new it was a free feed. also there was an abundance of pike there out would come my rod and out with a live bait i caught lots of pike from that swim lots going into the hight doubles i still fish there acasonaly with a freind called mike and have accounted for some really good pike in the winter must send some photos to bill i carried on fishing my beloved river rea and caught some very impresive bags of chub and roach with a few trout as well not far from my home was another small water called betton alkmere not maney new of its existance i dont think there is any fish in it today but there certainly was then i would float fish that water catching loads of roach some good fish going to a pound and a half it was stuffed full and would be fish after fish i never did ask permision and althought near the farm i never did get caugh then there was the farm pool at betton still there to this day i asked permision and it was granted it was not deep but what sport i had catching bags of tench on float tackle specimens to four and half pounds if i can rember right one day catching over one hundred pounds absolutly brillant for that time, well more later got to take the wife shopping
well i was fishing mad and went at every opertunity i had i fished the river severn there was no barbel in those days only roach chub dace and pike the samon fishing was out of my reach. i would be off on my bike tackle on my back rods tyed to my cross bar i used to fish a stretch called sydney avenue by the shrewsbury wier i would trot a float down with maggot or castor and catch dace by the score they were lovely fish and on light tackle put up a good scrap none were much over half a pound but good fish all the same also catching some good chub to arround four pound there was a place called grey friars bridge a bit futher up stream this was a favorite place place used by the local anglers to catch roach i loved it and still do i caught maney nets of roach from that place ledgering with bread paste with lots going to over the pound. the locals would come down to feed the swans with scraps of bread im sure those roach new it was a free feed. also there was an abundance of pike there out would come my rod and out with a live bait i caught lots of pike from that swim lots going into the hight doubles i still fish there acasonaly with a freind called mike and have accounted for some really good pike in the winter must send some photos to bill i carried on fishing my beloved river rea and caught some very impresive bags of chub and roach with a few trout as well not far from my home was another small water called betton alkmere not maney new of its existance i dont think there is any fish in it today but there certainly was then i would float fish that water catching loads of roach some good fish going to a pound and a half it was stuffed full and would be fish after fish i never did ask permision and althought near the farm i never did get caugh then there was the farm pool at betton still there to this day i asked permision and it was granted it was not deep but what sport i had catching bags of tench on float tackle specimens to four and half pounds if i can rember right one day catching over one hundred pounds absolutly brillant for that time, well more later got to take the wife shopping
In reply to Post #252
i suppose it would happen some time i met this lovely girl who i eventualy married who has supported me whatever i have done throught my years of fishing and shooting it was not long before i met graham my life long companoin when fishing graham had a a35 van and my fishing really took off we fished the severn at atchem for the chub roach and dace catching maney good bags of chub and dace mostly float fishing tackle had come on in leeps and bounds and having good jobs we could afford it, one thing i used to love was eel fishing on the severn at night we had some spectacular catches maney eels going to four pounds it was heaven in those days no pressure from other aqnglers. we gained permision to fish a lake just out side shrewsbury we had heard it contained a few big eels and decided to give it a go at the ffirst opertunity we arrived to the most beautiful lake i have ever seen lawns all around and a garden house beside it we started by using lob worm and had some sucsess with eels to three pounds i kid you not it was like sitting on your front lawn we returned a few times but could not catch anything bigger but a freind a lad called terry screen did have one at six and a half pounds. from there a farmer gave us permision to fish his pool at a place called hadnell. we float fished this pool using maggot and bread bloody hell we caught gold fish not small up to three pounds in weight and superb tench with loads going to four pounds also crusion carp not big but very welcome we were the only ones allowed to fish this pool it was so peacfull we had maney happy hours fishing there more to follow
i suppose it would happen some time i met this lovely girl who i eventualy married who has supported me whatever i have done throught my years of fishing and shooting it was not long before i met graham my life long companoin when fishing graham had a a35 van and my fishing really took off we fished the severn at atchem for the chub roach and dace catching maney good bags of chub and dace mostly float fishing tackle had come on in leeps and bounds and having good jobs we could afford it, one thing i used to love was eel fishing on the severn at night we had some spectacular catches maney eels going to four pounds it was heaven in those days no pressure from other aqnglers. we gained permision to fish a lake just out side shrewsbury we had heard it contained a few big eels and decided to give it a go at the ffirst opertunity we arrived to the most beautiful lake i have ever seen lawns all around and a garden house beside it we started by using lob worm and had some sucsess with eels to three pounds i kid you not it was like sitting on your front lawn we returned a few times but could not catch anything bigger but a freind a lad called terry screen did have one at six and a half pounds. from there a farmer gave us permision to fish his pool at a place called hadnell. we float fished this pool using maggot and bread bloody hell we caught gold fish not small up to three pounds in weight and superb tench with loads going to four pounds also crusion carp not big but very welcome we were the only ones allowed to fish this pool it was so peacfull we had maney happy hours fishing there more to follow
In reply to Post #253
This is going to be some article Pete, keep it coming mate
This is going to be some article Pete, keep it coming mate
In reply to Post #254
my god
i get writers cramp signing my name this bloke is writing a book! 
my god
i get writers cramp signing my name this bloke is writing a book!
In reply to Post #255
im hoping bill is well on with compiling all this into an article, im waiting till its finished now, looking forward to reading it in one go
im hoping bill is well on with compiling all this into an article, im waiting till its finished now, looking forward to reading it in one go
In reply to Post #253
thank you all for the kind remarks ive had loads of pms and gives you the heart to carry on. i suppose it was the early or mid seventys the job i was doing came to an end, i was desparate for money as i had a young family graham was working for gkn sankeys as a paint sprayer i put in for a job and ended up in their welding school, not really the job i wanted but it was good money that came to an end and was transferd on to a press e as an operator having a crew of five with me pressing A60 cross members it was then i met a man called george taylor who also lived on my village he was into fishing mainly for trout and samon he worked nights as a tool maker giving him time to fish a few hours in the day. onr night he said pete have you trled samon fishing good god no to expensive. not the way i do it was was the reply i fish the upper reaches of the severn and so it was to be buying a good spinning rod and reel i acompaned george on many outings he was a great fisherman and from the start of our freindship caught the biggest i can remember was twenty thee pounds, the fish eluded me i just could not catch one but i enjoyed his company i caught maney pike on those outings and rember hooking this fish one morning it put up quite a fight george thought it was a samon until we got it into clear water it was a big pike but i kid you not another pike had attacked it and was firmly atached with its teeth it was asolutly huge so there i was playing two fish, on getting it to the bank georgre tried to net the both no way the bigger one let go bloody hell the one we did land weighted 19 pounds i was shaking how big was the other one george recond hight thirtys well thats how it goes i still struggeld to catch my first samon till one morning i thought i had become snagged untill it started to move i played the fish wich moved up stream with me following it george eventualy landed it i just stood thre what a magnificent fish 22 pounds of shear mucsle we despatched it and i sold it to a local hotel for forteen pounds i had maney trips with george and remaind freinds untill his death in the middle eights he will always remain in my heart for all the help he gave me all those years ago more to come
thank you all for the kind remarks ive had loads of pms and gives you the heart to carry on. i suppose it was the early or mid seventys the job i was doing came to an end, i was desparate for money as i had a young family graham was working for gkn sankeys as a paint sprayer i put in for a job and ended up in their welding school, not really the job i wanted but it was good money that came to an end and was transferd on to a press e as an operator having a crew of five with me pressing A60 cross members it was then i met a man called george taylor who also lived on my village he was into fishing mainly for trout and samon he worked nights as a tool maker giving him time to fish a few hours in the day. onr night he said pete have you trled samon fishing good god no to expensive. not the way i do it was was the reply i fish the upper reaches of the severn and so it was to be buying a good spinning rod and reel i acompaned george on many outings he was a great fisherman and from the start of our freindship caught the biggest i can remember was twenty thee pounds, the fish eluded me i just could not catch one but i enjoyed his company i caught maney pike on those outings and rember hooking this fish one morning it put up quite a fight george thought it was a samon until we got it into clear water it was a big pike but i kid you not another pike had attacked it and was firmly atached with its teeth it was asolutly huge so there i was playing two fish, on getting it to the bank georgre tried to net the both no way the bigger one let go bloody hell the one we did land weighted 19 pounds i was shaking how big was the other one george recond hight thirtys well thats how it goes i still struggeld to catch my first samon till one morning i thought i had become snagged untill it started to move i played the fish wich moved up stream with me following it george eventualy landed it i just stood thre what a magnificent fish 22 pounds of shear mucsle we despatched it and i sold it to a local hotel for forteen pounds i had maney trips with george and remaind freinds untill his death in the middle eights he will always remain in my heart for all the help he gave me all those years ago more to come
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my time at sankys was drawing to an abrupt end we worked with a forman on nights who was a right bugger he used to intererdate people ive seen grown men reduced to tears by this gentelman he would not have got away with it today. well to cut a story short i lost my father inlaw and had a couple of days off with per mission from personal and the shop manager. on going back to work on nights i was abused with so much venom i could not believe what he said somthing like bugger your father in law your place is here after more words i was threatend with violence and offered out side he was nothing but a bully so like a fool i exepted his invitation he was asolutly ranting out throught the side door i went with him following i never waited for him to get through with all my migjht i slamed the door on his head down he went and thats whrere he stayed for some time coverd in blood the lads were all arround me saying well done hed been asking for it for a long time. it did not help me i needed that job when he eventualy came arround i was suspended i need not of worried next day i was back to personal he was suspended i got quite a telling off they did not whant to loose me as i was a hard worker i stayed on days and as far as i know he never abused any one again but it was never the same and eventualy offerd a job with the home office to train as a radio mechanic thats where my fishing really took off i had lots more time althought the money was not big it gradualy improvedthis is the time i met dick and helped form the three countys more to follow
my time at sankys was drawing to an abrupt end we worked with a forman on nights who was a right bugger he used to intererdate people ive seen grown men reduced to tears by this gentelman he would not have got away with it today. well to cut a story short i lost my father inlaw and had a couple of days off with per mission from personal and the shop manager. on going back to work on nights i was abused with so much venom i could not believe what he said somthing like bugger your father in law your place is here after more words i was threatend with violence and offered out side he was nothing but a bully so like a fool i exepted his invitation he was asolutly ranting out throught the side door i went with him following i never waited for him to get through with all my migjht i slamed the door on his head down he went and thats whrere he stayed for some time coverd in blood the lads were all arround me saying well done hed been asking for it for a long time. it did not help me i needed that job when he eventualy came arround i was suspended i need not of worried next day i was back to personal he was suspended i got quite a telling off they did not whant to loose me as i was a hard worker i stayed on days and as far as i know he never abused any one again but it was never the same and eventualy offerd a job with the home office to train as a radio mechanic thats where my fishing really took off i had lots more time althought the money was not big it gradualy improvedthis is the time i met dick and helped form the three countys more to follow
In reply to Post #258
i want to tell you this because its all part of my angling history in those days graham and i were quite deeply involved in see fishing we formed a club with a few freinds and fished from the sea lord from angelsey mainly wreck fishing mostly going once a month it was exiting fishing drifting over the wreck and fishing back onto it we caught pollack and some going to nearly eight pounds skate conger dog fish and tope and macrel it was heady days and somthing i really loved to do a big change from course fishing. well i was getting quite well known at the local nick where i worked and was approached to see if i would consider forming a club at the nick which i certainly did we continued on the sea lord but graham and i wanted bigger things so i contacted vic haig owner of the endever fame at aber north wales he had been catching some good shark and tope which really wetted my appite ..he owned three boats endever 1 2 and 3 we always went out with vic i well rember catching my first tope weighing in at 45 pounds earning me a place in the british tope club he never killed them always tagging them and letting them go . he had tagges back as far away as australia amazing how far they would travel. i and graham and our motley crew caught some really big fish on that boat with shark up to 150 pounds he used to go about 20 miles out to the fishing ground we were on the boat one day and i kid you not this great big missile came by about thirty yds from the boat bloody hell we were in the firing range used by the air force and navy he was soon on the radio we had to move he had quite a severe telling off from the top brass but for all that he was a great skipper i rember once catching a four pound lobster no more to do into a bucket and he cooked the poor thing on the baot graham and i were staying down there on holiday with the family and i well rember eating it for our tea. graham broke the lessor spotted dog fish record i remained freinds with vic for maney years another time this chap had a heart attack and died on our boat poor man they got the helle copter to pick him up and fly him out it really spoiled the day no ones heart was realy in it after that. then another time a tanker came to near and nearly tipped us over very scary indeedi well rember a storm getting up and vic made for home it was a force eight i loved it up the boat went and down into the waves most others were sea sick but not graham and myself to us it was a great experience we carried on fishing for maney years and will always be gratfull to his kindness shown to all well more to follow
i want to tell you this because its all part of my angling history in those days graham and i were quite deeply involved in see fishing we formed a club with a few freinds and fished from the sea lord from angelsey mainly wreck fishing mostly going once a month it was exiting fishing drifting over the wreck and fishing back onto it we caught pollack and some going to nearly eight pounds skate conger dog fish and tope and macrel it was heady days and somthing i really loved to do a big change from course fishing. well i was getting quite well known at the local nick where i worked and was approached to see if i would consider forming a club at the nick which i certainly did we continued on the sea lord but graham and i wanted bigger things so i contacted vic haig owner of the endever fame at aber north wales he had been catching some good shark and tope which really wetted my appite ..he owned three boats endever 1 2 and 3 we always went out with vic i well rember catching my first tope weighing in at 45 pounds earning me a place in the british tope club he never killed them always tagging them and letting them go . he had tagges back as far away as australia amazing how far they would travel. i and graham and our motley crew caught some really big fish on that boat with shark up to 150 pounds he used to go about 20 miles out to the fishing ground we were on the boat one day and i kid you not this great big missile came by about thirty yds from the boat bloody hell we were in the firing range used by the air force and navy he was soon on the radio we had to move he had quite a severe telling off from the top brass but for all that he was a great skipper i rember once catching a four pound lobster no more to do into a bucket and he cooked the poor thing on the baot graham and i were staying down there on holiday with the family and i well rember eating it for our tea. graham broke the lessor spotted dog fish record i remained freinds with vic for maney years another time this chap had a heart attack and died on our boat poor man they got the helle copter to pick him up and fly him out it really spoiled the day no ones heart was realy in it after that. then another time a tanker came to near and nearly tipped us over very scary indeedi well rember a storm getting up and vic made for home it was a force eight i loved it up the boat went and down into the waves most others were sea sick but not graham and myself to us it was a great experience we carried on fishing for maney years and will always be gratfull to his kindness shown to all well more to follow
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im sorry about spelling mistakes i keep forgetting spell check well graham and i continued sea fishing we started going on holiday with our familys to angelsey always tacking light carp rods with us we found a little place called cemis bay and had some great catches of pollack float fishing using lug worm from the rocks a good eating fish also catching some really good wrase going up to five pounds these we always returned also spinning for macrel did they go on light gear we caught as many as twenty in a session i think keeping many at the caravan park supplied for there tea i was on a hight i could not go wrong either fishing for bream or sea fish i caught, we were getting more frightend of publizing our catches it was coming quite impossible to fish we had quite a name localy and were ever we went anglers followed us round it came to a head when the local policman on our patch came to see me at work ive just caught two anglers at acton burnell fishing in your name aparently the gamkeeper caught them a man called peter jackson who asking who they were answerd gramam wakley and pete pemberton the keeper knowing myself and graham called the police i kid you not they were took to court and paid a heafty fine there was a law then called trespass then which was strictley adered to we carried on throghout the seventys wich you already know about now comes the eighties more later
im sorry about spelling mistakes i keep forgetting spell check well graham and i continued sea fishing we started going on holiday with our familys to angelsey always tacking light carp rods with us we found a little place called cemis bay and had some great catches of pollack float fishing using lug worm from the rocks a good eating fish also catching some really good wrase going up to five pounds these we always returned also spinning for macrel did they go on light gear we caught as many as twenty in a session i think keeping many at the caravan park supplied for there tea i was on a hight i could not go wrong either fishing for bream or sea fish i caught, we were getting more frightend of publizing our catches it was coming quite impossible to fish we had quite a name localy and were ever we went anglers followed us round it came to a head when the local policman on our patch came to see me at work ive just caught two anglers at acton burnell fishing in your name aparently the gamkeeper caught them a man called peter jackson who asking who they were answerd gramam wakley and pete pemberton the keeper knowing myself and graham called the police i kid you not they were took to court and paid a heafty fine there was a law then called trespass then which was strictley adered to we carried on throghout the seventys wich you already know about now comes the eighties more later