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another from lordys
another from lordys
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another carp from whitchurch
another carp from whitchurch
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another big carp
another big carp
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I will put a write up latter going out for dinner today giving the wife a treat loads more photos for you all to see pete
I will put a write up latter going out for dinner today giving the wife a treat loads more photos for you all to see pete
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another from ellesmere
another from ellesmere
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big mirror from lordys
big mirror from lordys
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andy with the beautiful coloured cross mirror
andy with the beautiful coloured cross mirror
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the ping pong balls hanging from the line between but ring and reel
the ping pong balls hanging from the line between but ring and reel
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another from lordys
another from lordys
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another from lordys
another from lordys
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another from lordys
another from lordys
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well thats it for tonight ill write a bit more tomorrow or later loads more photos to put up hope you like them some are years old thanks pete
well thats it for tonight ill write a bit more tomorrow or later loads more photos to put up hope you like them some are years old thanks pete
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I loved bomere i knew every path it was a lot different than it is today there was pheasant every where the woods were full of wild life it was keeper-ed by old Gerry and bell from condover they were both head keepers and would have the help of the under keepers my mother would be frantic when i went there, you will be caught she would say no not me i would say I'm off to get a peasant or two and i would i had an old air gun i would lie in the bracken as they came near i would pull the trigger they would flutter and lie still, i would leave it where it was and repeat the exercise i would do this four or five times and put the birds in a sack and away to go it was a laugh really i was taking the birds from under old Gerry's nose .
I would poach the lake and cast a spinner for the pike i would keep my eyes on the keepers cottage to make sure Jerry was there i used big old kidney spoon spinners with a red tassel at the hook end i would whack it out and slowly wind back bang the rod would bend over as you felt the power of the fish it was great fishing and the adrenaline was sky high i was not only competing against the fish but the keeper as well no one on our village would go any where near the place but i loved the game because that was what it was i caught some really nice fish thinking back the biggest was only about ten pounds, i would always knock a couple on the head it was not frowned upon in those days and take them for a gentleman who lived on our village he absolutely loved cooked pike i did not fancy it at all but i made a couple of shillings out of it it all helped.
I really loved it at night in the woods i would lie in the ferns and listen to the night noises it was a different world the screech of the owl or the scream of the vixen some where across the fields the bark of the dog fox the woods are a different place at night i have took mates with me and they have been scared to death but i usually went alone i would get into the coverts, i had straped a torch to my pellet gun and would look up the tree for the pheasants pick one out and aim bang down he would come the gun made very little noise i could move around quickly by my self, and would regularly shoot any thing between six and ten pheasants and away home i would go with the pheasants safely in my sack with my gun in hand i would skirt the village and arrive at my house from the fields the neighbors where always grateful for a peasant or two we always had meat and we always shared with the neighbours in those days . well a bit more latter
I loved bomere i knew every path it was a lot different than it is today there was pheasant every where the woods were full of wild life it was keeper-ed by old Gerry and bell from condover they were both head keepers and would have the help of the under keepers my mother would be frantic when i went there, you will be caught she would say no not me i would say I'm off to get a peasant or two and i would i had an old air gun i would lie in the bracken as they came near i would pull the trigger they would flutter and lie still, i would leave it where it was and repeat the exercise i would do this four or five times and put the birds in a sack and away to go it was a laugh really i was taking the birds from under old Gerry's nose .
I would poach the lake and cast a spinner for the pike i would keep my eyes on the keepers cottage to make sure Jerry was there i used big old kidney spoon spinners with a red tassel at the hook end i would whack it out and slowly wind back bang the rod would bend over as you felt the power of the fish it was great fishing and the adrenaline was sky high i was not only competing against the fish but the keeper as well no one on our village would go any where near the place but i loved the game because that was what it was i caught some really nice fish thinking back the biggest was only about ten pounds, i would always knock a couple on the head it was not frowned upon in those days and take them for a gentleman who lived on our village he absolutely loved cooked pike i did not fancy it at all but i made a couple of shillings out of it it all helped.
I really loved it at night in the woods i would lie in the ferns and listen to the night noises it was a different world the screech of the owl or the scream of the vixen some where across the fields the bark of the dog fox the woods are a different place at night i have took mates with me and they have been scared to death but i usually went alone i would get into the coverts, i had straped a torch to my pellet gun and would look up the tree for the pheasants pick one out and aim bang down he would come the gun made very little noise i could move around quickly by my self, and would regularly shoot any thing between six and ten pheasants and away home i would go with the pheasants safely in my sack with my gun in hand i would skirt the village and arrive at my house from the fields the neighbors where always grateful for a peasant or two we always had meat and we always shared with the neighbours in those days . well a bit more latter
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I look very young in some of those photos there is lots yet to put up. i have just read in the paper about the shortage of wild birds in our fields and woodland i have stated before the grey partridge is in decline corn buntings yellow wagtails plus turtle doves, bullfinches thrushes tree pipits and lots more when i was young we took these birds for granted you would collect the birds eggs it had no effect on the population i have not seen a bullfinches nest for years no doubt there are a few about, but not like when i was a boy they were quite common tree pipits were also seen in most woods the papers were even mentioning the lesser spotted wood pecker we are lucky here as we have one or two. There was great excitement on our patch a bittern as been spotted and photographed English nature are so exited or so i am told. well i have got news for them a pair have been here for few years i have spotted them several times over the years, and have seen the bird almost freeze in an upright position, when in flight there legs lie flat behind the body they look quite strange it is a difficult bird to see against the dead reeds but its nice to see, but the general bird decline is caused by man new agricultural methods sprays, have killed many of our native birds a few survived, when will we learn the country side is a very fragile place, as a country we will have to change our ways or face a catastrophic, disaster some might laugh but i have seen a great decline in our wild live over the last few years well moa
I was invited a few years ago to a lake in south Shropshire it was a most beautiful lake covered in lilies not big, maybe a couple of acres with a dam at one end but absolutely spectacular it was in the grounds of a big school i had been shown some photos of fish that had been caught a few years before but none had been out for at least five years i did see one or two showing in the extensive weed beds i really did not fancy my chances i chose my swim and got the bivi and the tackle sorted it was so weedy but there were a few holes in the weed which had been pulled out by the syndicate, in front was an island i was using triga so one rod went to the island in about four foot of water, one went out in front into a hole in the weeds the far side , the other one to the right into another hole in the weed i just left them were they were, i did not tighten,up or such just clipped on the indicators, there were some very big perch in the pool and it did not take a friend long to catch a couple ledgering worm they were spectacular fish and both were nearly three pounds in weight i think he caught around twelve through the night all very much the same they were wonderful deep boded fish. i never had a bleep until i was awoken at 3 am to a single bleep and noticed my rod had a distinct curve , no need to strike i had a fish on deep in the weed bed, i gave my mates a shout and they came running, i eventualy extracted the fish from the weed bed he came to the side in a big ball of the stuff when we parted the weed a lovely common lay whithen the folds of the net, the first out for five years the syndicate owner patted me on the back congrats he said feather in your cap no one else has done that photograhps done the fish was returned i was offered a place in the syndicate most said it was hard but i managed to catch a few over the next few months but nothing big . a bit more latter
I look very young in some of those photos there is lots yet to put up. i have just read in the paper about the shortage of wild birds in our fields and woodland i have stated before the grey partridge is in decline corn buntings yellow wagtails plus turtle doves, bullfinches thrushes tree pipits and lots more when i was young we took these birds for granted you would collect the birds eggs it had no effect on the population i have not seen a bullfinches nest for years no doubt there are a few about, but not like when i was a boy they were quite common tree pipits were also seen in most woods the papers were even mentioning the lesser spotted wood pecker we are lucky here as we have one or two. There was great excitement on our patch a bittern as been spotted and photographed English nature are so exited or so i am told. well i have got news for them a pair have been here for few years i have spotted them several times over the years, and have seen the bird almost freeze in an upright position, when in flight there legs lie flat behind the body they look quite strange it is a difficult bird to see against the dead reeds but its nice to see, but the general bird decline is caused by man new agricultural methods sprays, have killed many of our native birds a few survived, when will we learn the country side is a very fragile place, as a country we will have to change our ways or face a catastrophic, disaster some might laugh but i have seen a great decline in our wild live over the last few years well moa
I was invited a few years ago to a lake in south Shropshire it was a most beautiful lake covered in lilies not big, maybe a couple of acres with a dam at one end but absolutely spectacular it was in the grounds of a big school i had been shown some photos of fish that had been caught a few years before but none had been out for at least five years i did see one or two showing in the extensive weed beds i really did not fancy my chances i chose my swim and got the bivi and the tackle sorted it was so weedy but there were a few holes in the weed which had been pulled out by the syndicate, in front was an island i was using triga so one rod went to the island in about four foot of water, one went out in front into a hole in the weeds the far side , the other one to the right into another hole in the weed i just left them were they were, i did not tighten,up or such just clipped on the indicators, there were some very big perch in the pool and it did not take a friend long to catch a couple ledgering worm they were spectacular fish and both were nearly three pounds in weight i think he caught around twelve through the night all very much the same they were wonderful deep boded fish. i never had a bleep until i was awoken at 3 am to a single bleep and noticed my rod had a distinct curve , no need to strike i had a fish on deep in the weed bed, i gave my mates a shout and they came running, i eventualy extracted the fish from the weed bed he came to the side in a big ball of the stuff when we parted the weed a lovely common lay whithen the folds of the net, the first out for five years the syndicate owner patted me on the back congrats he said feather in your cap no one else has done that photograhps done the fish was returned i was offered a place in the syndicate most said it was hard but i managed to catch a few over the next few months but nothing big . a bit more latter