In reply to Post #879
In reply to Post #880
another from ellesmere
another from ellesmere
In reply to Post #866
I cant wait for the spring i love the time of the year you are out with the rods. years ago you could not do that as from the 16 march it was the close season now most lakes are open all year. when i was younger we would get all exited as the 16 of June a appeared all our preparation had been done which pool or lake we were going to fish what bait we would use and of course our reels were loaded with new line. Once the lake to fish was chosen we would start our baiting campaign we would bait up three times a week a little bit often we had watched the lake for weeks before starting our baiting campaign and was on the lake at first light we looked for showing fish where they were feeding and patrolling all fish have routes they favour, when you had a good idea as to where they were feeding you would chose your swim and cut the vegetation and branches that would obstruct your casting in my days you would bait up with sausage rusk bread crumbs soaked bread laced with maggots and maize if you could get it.
by the time the 15 of June came you would trembling with excitement i would arrive at the lake early i always tried to get time off from work for the first couple of days we could only fish with two rods and would have to purchase two licences i often said to graham no bailiff will visit this lake its to far out in the countryside but you would get a visit it maybe it would be in the middle of the night usually two would turn up i have been asleep and got a tap on the shoulder can i see your licence sir i remember the one year the chap i was fishing with had only got one licence the bailiff gave him the benefit of the doubt and let him off as long as he used one rod he waited until he went then reverted to fishing with two rods and got away with it the bailiffs seemed a lot more keener than today i have not been checked for years, but in my younger days the bailiffs worked night and day or appeared to.
i could not wait for midnight on the 15 June graham and i would both fish together two rods each we only had the old doe bobbins to use as indicators and if windy you could get a problem with undertow we used a night light in a jar hanging from a stick to illuminate our bobbins you would get clouds of mosquitoes around the light this one night i had a frog sit by the jar his tongue would shoot out and catch a mosquito after mosquito i watched fascinated i loved every moment and still cherish the memories another night we had a nightingale sing all night what a songster we would watch the geese come in to rest in the moonlight a lovely sight there would be hundreds mostly canada's on another occasion i had a water vole he would take the doe bobbins from our line he certainly kept me busy for most of the night but it was all part of our fishing and nature we would be tired out from watching our indicators and had no trouble sleeping when we reached home the next day. well a bit more latter
I cant wait for the spring i love the time of the year you are out with the rods. years ago you could not do that as from the 16 march it was the close season now most lakes are open all year. when i was younger we would get all exited as the 16 of June a appeared all our preparation had been done which pool or lake we were going to fish what bait we would use and of course our reels were loaded with new line. Once the lake to fish was chosen we would start our baiting campaign we would bait up three times a week a little bit often we had watched the lake for weeks before starting our baiting campaign and was on the lake at first light we looked for showing fish where they were feeding and patrolling all fish have routes they favour, when you had a good idea as to where they were feeding you would chose your swim and cut the vegetation and branches that would obstruct your casting in my days you would bait up with sausage rusk bread crumbs soaked bread laced with maggots and maize if you could get it.
by the time the 15 of June came you would trembling with excitement i would arrive at the lake early i always tried to get time off from work for the first couple of days we could only fish with two rods and would have to purchase two licences i often said to graham no bailiff will visit this lake its to far out in the countryside but you would get a visit it maybe it would be in the middle of the night usually two would turn up i have been asleep and got a tap on the shoulder can i see your licence sir i remember the one year the chap i was fishing with had only got one licence the bailiff gave him the benefit of the doubt and let him off as long as he used one rod he waited until he went then reverted to fishing with two rods and got away with it the bailiffs seemed a lot more keener than today i have not been checked for years, but in my younger days the bailiffs worked night and day or appeared to.
i could not wait for midnight on the 15 June graham and i would both fish together two rods each we only had the old doe bobbins to use as indicators and if windy you could get a problem with undertow we used a night light in a jar hanging from a stick to illuminate our bobbins you would get clouds of mosquitoes around the light this one night i had a frog sit by the jar his tongue would shoot out and catch a mosquito after mosquito i watched fascinated i loved every moment and still cherish the memories another night we had a nightingale sing all night what a songster we would watch the geese come in to rest in the moonlight a lovely sight there would be hundreds mostly canada's on another occasion i had a water vole he would take the doe bobbins from our line he certainly kept me busy for most of the night but it was all part of our fishing and nature we would be tired out from watching our indicators and had no trouble sleeping when we reached home the next day. well a bit more latter
caught from marton pool one of many
In reply to Post #883
the killer in the garden when i went to close he attacked me
the killer in the garden when i went to close he attacked me
In reply to Post #884
The wrens nest behind my swim i told you all about she reared her young sucsessfully
The wrens nest behind my swim i told you all about she reared her young sucsessfully
In reply to Post #885
Well that was quick, Pete. You sure did catch on fast!
Well that was quick, Pete. You sure did catch on fast!
In reply to Post #886
thanks ken its was quite easy when i looked i must of got a bit of grey matter under my hair some where
thanks ken its was quite easy when i looked i must of got a bit of grey matter under my hair some where
In reply to Post #882
What a day i had yesterday it was windy cold and wet and i struggled to get about but one thing that pleased me i shot well and after the news i received on Friday from the specialist at the orthopedic it gave me a bit of a lift i have now been told my spine is buggered with arthritis i must admit it did not look to good on the x rays i have now got to have an MRI scan then see another's specialist but i was told they don't think anymore can be done but i will keep smiling and carry on fishing as best i can
well that my smile for today every where is flooded up my way the river is just about to break its banks i loved it when i was younger i would fish the side of the river when it was bank height and would catch some lovely chub you don't see many today doing that today why i do not know as it can be quite productive.
most of the ducks on my syndicate seem to have left and will now be feeding on the little flashes caused by the flood water they absolutely love to grub around looking for the worms on the fields that have been flooded , i will be glad when this horrible weather goes and god willing will be able to get out with the rods it did not bother me years ago i would be fishing all weathers even in the snow, some was not strictly legal and i would poach the rivers far and wide i have even caught a salmon or two i must put some photos up of the fish i have caught, off course i have caught the rainbows winter and summer and loved to fish from a punt and cast a lure on a fast sinking line i have caught rainbows to 18 pounds plus but i did not really rate them as a hard fighting fish it was a different matter with the big brownies they would fight like there was no tomorrow and if landed would always put them back . The big rainbow i caught was killed we found that putting them back did not work and most would die of exhaustion, so we presented the biggie i caught to the Condover blind school where it was very much appreciated i knew the head cook well she lived on my village she made a tremendous job of that trout and the youngsters at the school absolutely loved it and i suppose it helped them out and gave the fishery a bit of publicity. I would be up most mornings early before any clients came to fish the place and graham and i would hide under the hawthorn hedge and wait for the cormorants to arrive for there morning meal they would come in great numbers but a few never made it to the pool we would shoot them stone dead SAM was beside me and would and bring them back to my feet, i had i good relation ship with defra i had a licence to kill two a month which defra, collected to find how much trout they were eating and the damage they were doing on the fishery, they would turn a blind eye if i shot more i would bury them out of the way i have had these birds regurgitate trout up to two pounds plus horrible things ,that really need controling. tell you more latter
What a day i had yesterday it was windy cold and wet and i struggled to get about but one thing that pleased me i shot well and after the news i received on Friday from the specialist at the orthopedic it gave me a bit of a lift i have now been told my spine is buggered with arthritis i must admit it did not look to good on the x rays i have now got to have an MRI scan then see another's specialist but i was told they don't think anymore can be done but i will keep smiling and carry on fishing as best i can
well that my smile for today every where is flooded up my way the river is just about to break its banks i loved it when i was younger i would fish the side of the river when it was bank height and would catch some lovely chub you don't see many today doing that today why i do not know as it can be quite productive.most of the ducks on my syndicate seem to have left and will now be feeding on the little flashes caused by the flood water they absolutely love to grub around looking for the worms on the fields that have been flooded , i will be glad when this horrible weather goes and god willing will be able to get out with the rods it did not bother me years ago i would be fishing all weathers even in the snow, some was not strictly legal and i would poach the rivers far and wide i have even caught a salmon or two i must put some photos up of the fish i have caught, off course i have caught the rainbows winter and summer and loved to fish from a punt and cast a lure on a fast sinking line i have caught rainbows to 18 pounds plus but i did not really rate them as a hard fighting fish it was a different matter with the big brownies they would fight like there was no tomorrow and if landed would always put them back . The big rainbow i caught was killed we found that putting them back did not work and most would die of exhaustion, so we presented the biggie i caught to the Condover blind school where it was very much appreciated i knew the head cook well she lived on my village she made a tremendous job of that trout and the youngsters at the school absolutely loved it and i suppose it helped them out and gave the fishery a bit of publicity. I would be up most mornings early before any clients came to fish the place and graham and i would hide under the hawthorn hedge and wait for the cormorants to arrive for there morning meal they would come in great numbers but a few never made it to the pool we would shoot them stone dead SAM was beside me and would and bring them back to my feet, i had i good relation ship with defra i had a licence to kill two a month which defra, collected to find how much trout they were eating and the damage they were doing on the fishery, they would turn a blind eye if i shot more i would bury them out of the way i have had these birds regurgitate trout up to two pounds plus horrible things ,that really need controling. tell you more latter
In reply to Post #888
The first time i went fishing for a three day session i was only about 12 or 13 years old it was such a long time ago i know my father dropped myself and and a friend off we had an old white tent and we decided to stay in that for the three days and nights we where there. Mr Evans that owned the lake had got to know me over the years so there was no charge he also gave us some hay to put in the tent, which was then covered with an old army ground sheet very comfortable indeed, we had no sleeping bags then so it was a couple of blankets each but we kept very warm. i loved every minute i would sit by that lake way into the night i learned to put a piece of silver paper over the line between but ring and reel you would hear it russell if you had a run i would put a big old worm or a piece of bread on the hook and cast it out using our home made ledgers then put our rod in the rest usually a stick cut out of the hedge row but we caught, our tackle and tactics were a bit crude but never the less we managed and caught fish not real biggies but to us young uns a three pounder was huge.
I remember waking up one morning the sun was up we had fished part of the night and had over slept the tent was full of wasps and when i mean full they were every where. while trying to get out we got stung all over Billie had been eating jam before we went to sleep and had not put the top back on properly he left one flap open on the door of the tent and in they came, god it still sticks in my mind i was stung on the face neck and arms and so was Billie there were a few tears i can tell you Mr Evans was very good and covered us in calamine lotion which eased the pain a bit we had to remove the tent and erect it else where what was left of the jam was thrown away never again did we take jam to eat while fishing, but they were great days no worries care free we fished when we wanted i remember one night there was a big storm and the tent started to leak god did it rain and blow we got up into Mr Evans hay barn and slept in the hay we were warm as toast covering our selves with blankets and hay.
I can still smell the bacon cooking on the open fire and frying the eggs Mr Evans had given us why it smelt better then i don't know maybe it was the open fire then for a wash we would swim in the lake as long as no one else was fishing they were good days you would see these strange chaps turn up to fish the place creeping around the lake watching where the carp were feeding and then throw bits of bread to the feeding fish they came on motor bikes and such i asked a couple where they lived Birmingham they would say how they found this little lake i don't know as it was way out in the country side, some would come in old vans and set up camp bringing the wife as well one or two tried to push Billi and i out of where we were fishing but Mr Evan's or Sid as he was known soon put them right and they were told in no uncertain manner that if they continued they could have there money back and clear off. well a bit more latter
The first time i went fishing for a three day session i was only about 12 or 13 years old it was such a long time ago i know my father dropped myself and and a friend off we had an old white tent and we decided to stay in that for the three days and nights we where there. Mr Evans that owned the lake had got to know me over the years so there was no charge he also gave us some hay to put in the tent, which was then covered with an old army ground sheet very comfortable indeed, we had no sleeping bags then so it was a couple of blankets each but we kept very warm. i loved every minute i would sit by that lake way into the night i learned to put a piece of silver paper over the line between but ring and reel you would hear it russell if you had a run i would put a big old worm or a piece of bread on the hook and cast it out using our home made ledgers then put our rod in the rest usually a stick cut out of the hedge row but we caught, our tackle and tactics were a bit crude but never the less we managed and caught fish not real biggies but to us young uns a three pounder was huge.
I remember waking up one morning the sun was up we had fished part of the night and had over slept the tent was full of wasps and when i mean full they were every where. while trying to get out we got stung all over Billie had been eating jam before we went to sleep and had not put the top back on properly he left one flap open on the door of the tent and in they came, god it still sticks in my mind i was stung on the face neck and arms and so was Billie there were a few tears i can tell you Mr Evans was very good and covered us in calamine lotion which eased the pain a bit we had to remove the tent and erect it else where what was left of the jam was thrown away never again did we take jam to eat while fishing, but they were great days no worries care free we fished when we wanted i remember one night there was a big storm and the tent started to leak god did it rain and blow we got up into Mr Evans hay barn and slept in the hay we were warm as toast covering our selves with blankets and hay.
I can still smell the bacon cooking on the open fire and frying the eggs Mr Evans had given us why it smelt better then i don't know maybe it was the open fire then for a wash we would swim in the lake as long as no one else was fishing they were good days you would see these strange chaps turn up to fish the place creeping around the lake watching where the carp were feeding and then throw bits of bread to the feeding fish they came on motor bikes and such i asked a couple where they lived Birmingham they would say how they found this little lake i don't know as it was way out in the country side, some would come in old vans and set up camp bringing the wife as well one or two tried to push Billi and i out of where we were fishing but Mr Evan's or Sid as he was known soon put them right and they were told in no uncertain manner that if they continued they could have there money back and clear off. well a bit more latter
In reply to Post #889
some left m8
some left m8
In reply to Post #890
hi andy how many if you have buried eight hundred its absolutly terrible all those big fish gone in a few days give me a ring when you can pete
hi andy how many if you have buried eight hundred its absolutly terrible all those big fish gone in a few days give me a ring when you can pete
In reply to Post #889
from pri
width = 500 private lake at ludlow shropshire
from pri
width = 500 private lake at ludlow shropshire
In reply to Post #892
width = 500 another pike from marton
width = 500 another pike from marton
In reply to Post #889
I had been fishing up in hill country on this small lake that held some big golden orfe and some reasonable carp when the farmer informed me his neighbouring farmer wanted to see me urgently so leaving the tackle made up i left them in care of a friend , what a mess he had, something was killing his chickens and always when it was dark it was killing at least one chicken a night a night. The chicken house was on wheels a foot or so off the ground having a look underneath i could see feathers what ever it was could be living under the chicken house the farmer was beside himself i wont mention names as i don't wont to embarrass his family as he passed on a few years ago. The chicken house was quite big and to move it you would need the tractor but you would defeat the object by moving it the predator would follow so i had a plan.
i carried on fishing for the rest of the day catching a few common carp i suppose the biggest was around eighteen pounds but nice fish my friend caught one of the prettiest fish i have ever seen a cross golden orfe mirror carp not big but beautiful it was only about seven pound i have a photo i will put up with Andy holding it the pool held two big shoals of orfe unfortunately the farmer had been poached and the lake netted at night, and a good many disappeared and some of the bigger carp, the poachers were seen with tanks on the back of a pick up pity they did not get the registration number i was asked if i could help him stop the poaching but it was ruff country and lots of ways they could get to the lake but thats another story
Getting home that night i went to see graham two days latter saw myself and graham, and his brother dick, arrive at the farm graham, had brought sue his terrier she went absolutely mad but could not get under the chicken house as it was a bit to low. whatever had killed the chickens was under that house the chickens,were going barmy so what i suggested was to fill all around the chicken house with earth and leave one entrance and in that entrance i placed a trap with a half chicken inside it was covered over with sods of grass i told the farmer not to kill whatever was caught but to leave it in the trap until we arrived.
I had a phone call next day to say he had got the animal in the trap and it was alive he had put it in the cow shed we went the following morning which was a Saturday what a sight greeted my eyes in the trap was the biggest pole cat i had ever seen he was beautiful, the farmer had got his gun out and wanted to shoot it but we would not let him, we took that pole cat and released him on the stiperstones i was a bit worried he may reappear but he did not the farmer was happy and offered us money we did not want that only the shooting and any fishing he may have. He agreed and we shot his land for many years we remained friends until his death a few years ago, but that's what can be got by helping the farmers out, i had so much shooting and fishing i could not get around it all. I have stood with graham on this farmers land and shot the duck as they came to feed on the stubble , with only the light of the full moon what else could we want nothing it was heaven and all free. tell you more latter
I had been fishing up in hill country on this small lake that held some big golden orfe and some reasonable carp when the farmer informed me his neighbouring farmer wanted to see me urgently so leaving the tackle made up i left them in care of a friend , what a mess he had, something was killing his chickens and always when it was dark it was killing at least one chicken a night a night. The chicken house was on wheels a foot or so off the ground having a look underneath i could see feathers what ever it was could be living under the chicken house the farmer was beside himself i wont mention names as i don't wont to embarrass his family as he passed on a few years ago. The chicken house was quite big and to move it you would need the tractor but you would defeat the object by moving it the predator would follow so i had a plan.
i carried on fishing for the rest of the day catching a few common carp i suppose the biggest was around eighteen pounds but nice fish my friend caught one of the prettiest fish i have ever seen a cross golden orfe mirror carp not big but beautiful it was only about seven pound i have a photo i will put up with Andy holding it the pool held two big shoals of orfe unfortunately the farmer had been poached and the lake netted at night, and a good many disappeared and some of the bigger carp, the poachers were seen with tanks on the back of a pick up pity they did not get the registration number i was asked if i could help him stop the poaching but it was ruff country and lots of ways they could get to the lake but thats another story
Getting home that night i went to see graham two days latter saw myself and graham, and his brother dick, arrive at the farm graham, had brought sue his terrier she went absolutely mad but could not get under the chicken house as it was a bit to low. whatever had killed the chickens was under that house the chickens,were going barmy so what i suggested was to fill all around the chicken house with earth and leave one entrance and in that entrance i placed a trap with a half chicken inside it was covered over with sods of grass i told the farmer not to kill whatever was caught but to leave it in the trap until we arrived.
I had a phone call next day to say he had got the animal in the trap and it was alive he had put it in the cow shed we went the following morning which was a Saturday what a sight greeted my eyes in the trap was the biggest pole cat i had ever seen he was beautiful, the farmer had got his gun out and wanted to shoot it but we would not let him, we took that pole cat and released him on the stiperstones i was a bit worried he may reappear but he did not the farmer was happy and offered us money we did not want that only the shooting and any fishing he may have. He agreed and we shot his land for many years we remained friends until his death a few years ago, but that's what can be got by helping the farmers out, i had so much shooting and fishing i could not get around it all. I have stood with graham on this farmers land and shot the duck as they came to feed on the stubble , with only the light of the full moon what else could we want nothing it was heaven and all free. tell you more latter