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staying in south shropshire we fished the bach pool catching carp to sixteen pounds a very intresting and peacfull place after turnining up one day finding it packed we moved to a place called stoksay castle the pool was coverd in weed with a few holes between after getting permision we float fished between the weeds this was one off the best days fishing we ever had using bread flake we caught rudd from the start big fish none under two pounds at the end of the day we had caught arround forty fish eighteen of those caught were between three and four pounds we may have broken the record i dont know we were to exited . we fished it many times after catching many specimens but never equald that day not long after the lease was took on by so valintine of the angling times fame he did a story about it in the angling press in th late seventys not long after the sluce gate broke and many fish died the locals removed lots and put them in the river onny ,dennis continued fishing white mere eventualy catching the british record bream this was never claimed another member a chap called john price also caught a similar fish wich also was kept in the dark we were becoming more puplicity shy .. thats it for now more latter
staying in south shropshire we fished the bach pool catching carp to sixteen pounds a very intresting and peacfull place after turnining up one day finding it packed we moved to a place called stoksay castle the pool was coverd in weed with a few holes between after getting permision we float fished between the weeds this was one off the best days fishing we ever had using bread flake we caught rudd from the start big fish none under two pounds at the end of the day we had caught arround forty fish eighteen of those caught were between three and four pounds we may have broken the record i dont know we were to exited . we fished it many times after catching many specimens but never equald that day not long after the lease was took on by so valintine of the angling times fame he did a story about it in the angling press in th late seventys not long after the sluce gate broke and many fish died the locals removed lots and put them in the river onny ,dennis continued fishing white mere eventualy catching the british record bream this was never claimed another member a chap called john price also caught a similar fish wich also was kept in the dark we were becoming more puplicity shy .. thats it for now more latter
In reply to Post #214
Well done again Pete, keep em coming bud
Well done again Pete, keep em coming bud
In reply to Post #215
Absolutely terrific Pete - looking forward to reading more.
Absolutely terrific Pete - looking forward to reading more.
In reply to Post #214
i suppose it was the mid seventys i decided to fish berrington once again graham i and dennis did a few weeks catching some big fish bream to nine pounds roach to two pounds. we also had some rud bream hybreds big fish four pounds eight pounds it was on one of these trips that led to a chance meeting with a real posh gent who has remaind a freind all these years. i fished berrington on my own one night the next day was boiling hot id caught in the night a couple of fish arround eight pounds and decided to call it a day about mid day, calling at my local for a couple ot pints, the local anglers always made a bit of fuss over me and were congratulating me i had appeared on tv fishing with billie lane in denmark i had not even seen it. when a voice from behind realy posh said have you been fishing and would you like a pint, well i was quite took back he told me he owned an estate lake which held big carp and would i like to fish it, and i could take a freind. i did not need to be asked twice so next week end saw myself and graham fishing this lovely water it was about five acres and about five ft deep at the most but very weeedy, we so some realy good carp moving which realy wet are appeti ,. ill tell you more latter as im a bit busy today so more to tell of myself and the lord of the manor and his estate lake
i suppose it was the mid seventys i decided to fish berrington once again graham i and dennis did a few weeks catching some big fish bream to nine pounds roach to two pounds. we also had some rud bream hybreds big fish four pounds eight pounds it was on one of these trips that led to a chance meeting with a real posh gent who has remaind a freind all these years. i fished berrington on my own one night the next day was boiling hot id caught in the night a couple of fish arround eight pounds and decided to call it a day about mid day, calling at my local for a couple ot pints, the local anglers always made a bit of fuss over me and were congratulating me i had appeared on tv fishing with billie lane in denmark i had not even seen it. when a voice from behind realy posh said have you been fishing and would you like a pint, well i was quite took back he told me he owned an estate lake which held big carp and would i like to fish it, and i could take a freind. i did not need to be asked twice so next week end saw myself and graham fishing this lovely water it was about five acres and about five ft deep at the most but very weeedy, we so some realy good carp moving which realy wet are appeti ,. ill tell you more latter as im a bit busy today so more to tell of myself and the lord of the manor and his estate lake
In reply to Post #217
as i said graham and i fished this lake it was heaven just us, it was very weedy so we had to fish through the holes in the weed the hair had not been invented then so things were a little bit harder but with a little bit of thought started to catch fish but not the carp but chub big fish graham and i caught six in one day i could not believe the size all between six and seven pounds, one particular day i managed to hook my first carp and got snaged along came lordy with his then girl freind whats up pete ive got snaged i say no problem he says and starts to strip off, i did not know weather to laught or cry there he was in his union jack under pants and in he went . i stood there gop smacked out he went and vanished under the water up he came gasping for breath ive got it he shouts. reel in pete and sure enought i was again in contact with this fish eventualy landing a lovely commen of ninteen pounds while this was going on his girl freind never spoke a word till he emerged from the water without his under pants he had lost them in the weed. in very posh voice she shouts bloody hell and stalkes of up the field well i was nearly on the ground laughing. i tried to keep a straight face thre he was standing in the nody more intrested in the fish than putting his clothes back on graham was not with me that day but another freind he just walked away i could hear him in the distance rolling about on the ground trying his best not to laugh. i wont mention lords name in case it causes him some enbarisment the girl freind his now his wife so enough said , we continued to fish the lake catching some really good carp but none over twenty pounds although there was plenty there a lot bigger; lordy i kid you not used to treat the fish like pets. one day his mother came down when i was fishing she had been training her gun dogs in the feild she had two labs and a springer she sat down and in a very posh voice can you please catch me a perch so out went the float tackle and and after a few minutes i had one arround a pound after un hooking it she took it from me and fed it live to this black lab i could not believe what i was seeing this bloody lab ate six or seven perch i said to her id never seen that before all she said the dog had always liked perch. do you know what i tried him with a small roach he would not touch it only perch i was amazed but there you go you live and learn. well thats enough for know more to follow
as i said graham and i fished this lake it was heaven just us, it was very weedy so we had to fish through the holes in the weed the hair had not been invented then so things were a little bit harder but with a little bit of thought started to catch fish but not the carp but chub big fish graham and i caught six in one day i could not believe the size all between six and seven pounds, one particular day i managed to hook my first carp and got snaged along came lordy with his then girl freind whats up pete ive got snaged i say no problem he says and starts to strip off, i did not know weather to laught or cry there he was in his union jack under pants and in he went . i stood there gop smacked out he went and vanished under the water up he came gasping for breath ive got it he shouts. reel in pete and sure enought i was again in contact with this fish eventualy landing a lovely commen of ninteen pounds while this was going on his girl freind never spoke a word till he emerged from the water without his under pants he had lost them in the weed. in very posh voice she shouts bloody hell and stalkes of up the field well i was nearly on the ground laughing. i tried to keep a straight face thre he was standing in the nody more intrested in the fish than putting his clothes back on graham was not with me that day but another freind he just walked away i could hear him in the distance rolling about on the ground trying his best not to laugh. i wont mention lords name in case it causes him some enbarisment the girl freind his now his wife so enough said , we continued to fish the lake catching some really good carp but none over twenty pounds although there was plenty there a lot bigger; lordy i kid you not used to treat the fish like pets. one day his mother came down when i was fishing she had been training her gun dogs in the feild she had two labs and a springer she sat down and in a very posh voice can you please catch me a perch so out went the float tackle and and after a few minutes i had one arround a pound after un hooking it she took it from me and fed it live to this black lab i could not believe what i was seeing this bloody lab ate six or seven perch i said to her id never seen that before all she said the dog had always liked perch. do you know what i tried him with a small roach he would not touch it only perch i was amazed but there you go you live and learn. well thats enough for know more to follow
In reply to Post #218
Great stories Pete. Surprised the Labrador didn't choke to death eating live perch that size!!
I must admit - after getting over the shock of seeing something like that happen - I'd have rolled around laughing had I witnessed something like that!1 Some dogs eat almost anything - especially labs, beagles and spaniels. Remember a time when I was a nipper on hols in IOW - myself and my brother took our pet springer and lab for a country walk. We came across a flock of sheep that had left a trail of crap along a road. The dogs started sniffing this trail of droppings and began gorging themselves on it!! Laugh - I nearly wet myself!! 
Mind you - after dragging them away from the stuff and getting home - we didn't half get some grief from the parents!! Those dogs bloody stunk for days after that and banned from the house!!
More of the same Pete!!
Great stories Pete. Surprised the Labrador didn't choke to death eating live perch that size!!
I must admit - after getting over the shock of seeing something like that happen - I'd have rolled around laughing had I witnessed something like that!1 Some dogs eat almost anything - especially labs, beagles and spaniels. Remember a time when I was a nipper on hols in IOW - myself and my brother took our pet springer and lab for a country walk. We came across a flock of sheep that had left a trail of crap along a road. The dogs started sniffing this trail of droppings and began gorging themselves on it!! Laugh - I nearly wet myself!! Mind you - after dragging them away from the stuff and getting home - we didn't half get some grief from the parents!! Those dogs bloody stunk for days after that and banned from the house!!More of the same Pete!!
In reply to Post #219
thanks for your kind remarks. well my life was becoming quite full. it was coming up to winter, and dennis wanted ago at wixal moss which you now cant fish ,graham and myself were also quite heavly involved in shooting running a local pheasent syndicate. i was still in touch with dick and still sending down his woodys he asked for. well of we went to wixal moss dennis recond it containd some nice bream to double figures also some very good roach i was not convinced we would catch the bream the weather was now quite frosty so it was the roach we decided to fish for the lake was not over deep and the water was rather dark owing the surrunding peat bogs, we fished it from first light for a number of weeks mainly on sundays catching some quite good roach never going much above 1 pound 8oz but very welcome in the conditions we were fishing in. the weather started to close in and froze over so that was that for another season .i was working for the home office at the shrewsbury police station as a radio mecanic so idid manage to get down to see dick on a number of ocasions with kieth wilkinson that winter he was always encouraging me to write for angling times but with work and not bieng much of a writer i never got arround to it come on pete ill edit it but it never really happend. well the new season came along it was now just about the early eightys you may rember i mentiond a lad called berne weaver in an earlyer story i had come quite impressed with some of the eals and carp he had been catching, so he paired up with graham and myself a freind ship wich has lasted to this very day .i new a lake right out in the country side right in the middle of the moors in south shropshire talking to the farmer he told me we could have ago and it contained some carp but no one really fished the place as it was to remote. graham had just bought an old land rover so it was the off the tackle was loaded into a trailor picked up bern it was to be a three day session we had now got bivies covers to go over our umerellas so things should be a bit more comfortable. on arriving at the farm i had a word with the farmer who pointed out directoins. and off we set bloody hell bieng so hight up in hill country and on the moors the mist came down and we were completly lost could not see your hand in front of you. so after stopping and having a chat we left the land rover leaving graham behind bern and i set off on foot to look for the lake after stumbling arround for about an hour and complely knakerd we eventualy came across it. more about this lovely lake latter
thanks for your kind remarks. well my life was becoming quite full. it was coming up to winter, and dennis wanted ago at wixal moss which you now cant fish ,graham and myself were also quite heavly involved in shooting running a local pheasent syndicate. i was still in touch with dick and still sending down his woodys he asked for. well of we went to wixal moss dennis recond it containd some nice bream to double figures also some very good roach i was not convinced we would catch the bream the weather was now quite frosty so it was the roach we decided to fish for the lake was not over deep and the water was rather dark owing the surrunding peat bogs, we fished it from first light for a number of weeks mainly on sundays catching some quite good roach never going much above 1 pound 8oz but very welcome in the conditions we were fishing in. the weather started to close in and froze over so that was that for another season .i was working for the home office at the shrewsbury police station as a radio mecanic so idid manage to get down to see dick on a number of ocasions with kieth wilkinson that winter he was always encouraging me to write for angling times but with work and not bieng much of a writer i never got arround to it come on pete ill edit it but it never really happend. well the new season came along it was now just about the early eightys you may rember i mentiond a lad called berne weaver in an earlyer story i had come quite impressed with some of the eals and carp he had been catching, so he paired up with graham and myself a freind ship wich has lasted to this very day .i new a lake right out in the country side right in the middle of the moors in south shropshire talking to the farmer he told me we could have ago and it contained some carp but no one really fished the place as it was to remote. graham had just bought an old land rover so it was the off the tackle was loaded into a trailor picked up bern it was to be a three day session we had now got bivies covers to go over our umerellas so things should be a bit more comfortable. on arriving at the farm i had a word with the farmer who pointed out directoins. and off we set bloody hell bieng so hight up in hill country and on the moors the mist came down and we were completly lost could not see your hand in front of you. so after stopping and having a chat we left the land rover leaving graham behind bern and i set off on foot to look for the lake after stumbling arround for about an hour and complely knakerd we eventualy came across it. more about this lovely lake latter
In reply to Post #220
eventualy we got graham to the lake, and uloaded the tackle and up went the bivies rods made up on went the frying pan bacon and egg cup of tea wich was quite welcomeyou could not see the lake for mist berne had a severe head ache so was not going to fish till in the morning had anyone got any asprin he asked no said graham. i was in the early stages of osteoarthrties and had some pain killers called salopadol i could take them like sweets they disolved in water so bern took a couple poor chap thats the last we saw of bern till the next afternoon it completly knocked him out. not knowing where to cast because of the mist i put two rods out blind so did graham we had now bought bite alarms some optonicis some of the first on the market so no more staying awake all night so it was into the bag. i realy did not expect much to happen that night but in the early hours i was awoken by a screamer it was that bad i could hardly see the rods only the light from the buzzer graham came running bloody hell what have i got on up and down the lake it went after eventualy landing it we looked into the net with a torch, it was not big but all mucsle with with a deep gold colour probably because of the peat bogs arround there we sacked it till morning i had not been in the bag long before i had another one this was great cor did they scrap i ended the night with seven six to graham we awoke to brillant sun shine what a picture the lake was, about five acres reed fringed whith an old house at the end, after looking at the fish and wieghting them the biggest seven pounds we relized they were true wildies torpedo shaped and all mucsle photos took they were returned to be continued
eventualy we got graham to the lake, and uloaded the tackle and up went the bivies rods made up on went the frying pan bacon and egg cup of tea wich was quite welcomeyou could not see the lake for mist berne had a severe head ache so was not going to fish till in the morning had anyone got any asprin he asked no said graham. i was in the early stages of osteoarthrties and had some pain killers called salopadol i could take them like sweets they disolved in water so bern took a couple poor chap thats the last we saw of bern till the next afternoon it completly knocked him out. not knowing where to cast because of the mist i put two rods out blind so did graham we had now bought bite alarms some optonicis some of the first on the market so no more staying awake all night so it was into the bag. i realy did not expect much to happen that night but in the early hours i was awoken by a screamer it was that bad i could hardly see the rods only the light from the buzzer graham came running bloody hell what have i got on up and down the lake it went after eventualy landing it we looked into the net with a torch, it was not big but all mucsle with with a deep gold colour probably because of the peat bogs arround there we sacked it till morning i had not been in the bag long before i had another one this was great cor did they scrap i ended the night with seven six to graham we awoke to brillant sun shine what a picture the lake was, about five acres reed fringed whith an old house at the end, after looking at the fish and wieghting them the biggest seven pounds we relized they were true wildies torpedo shaped and all mucsle photos took they were returned to be continued
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i lost some of the last story let me explain this was a lake deep in south shropshire in hill country out on the moors i approached the farmer who gave us permision we had now paired up with bern who i mentiond in an earler story craham had bought an old land rover and trailor so we were off after seenging the farmer and getting directions the mist came down and we got lost after stopping for a chat we left graham with the land rover and bern and i set off on foot atter stumbling arround for about an hour we eventualy found the lake after a bit of shouting we managed to get graham down to the pool we had now got bivies covers for our uuberellas and a pair of the early optonics so we should be more comfortable bern was bad suffering with a bad head asking graham if we had asprins we said no. i was now in the early stages of osteoarthrites and was on pain killers called salopadol they disolved in water i could take them like sweets i gave bern two he said he would not fish till morning poor chap they knoked him out not waking till the afternoon next day . not being able to see we cast out blind and retired to our bivies the rest you have already read
i lost some of the last story let me explain this was a lake deep in south shropshire in hill country out on the moors i approached the farmer who gave us permision we had now paired up with bern who i mentiond in an earler story craham had bought an old land rover and trailor so we were off after seenging the farmer and getting directions the mist came down and we got lost after stopping for a chat we left graham with the land rover and bern and i set off on foot atter stumbling arround for about an hour we eventualy found the lake after a bit of shouting we managed to get graham down to the pool we had now got bivies covers for our uuberellas and a pair of the early optonics so we should be more comfortable bern was bad suffering with a bad head asking graham if we had asprins we said no. i was now in the early stages of osteoarthrites and was on pain killers called salopadol they disolved in water i could take them like sweets i gave bern two he said he would not fish till morning poor chap they knoked him out not waking till the afternoon next day . not being able to see we cast out blind and retired to our bivies the rest you have already read
In reply to Post #222
on and on and on
only playing good post
on and on and on
only playing good post
In reply to Post #222
Keep it coming Pete, this is the most enjoyable read I've had since 'Redmire Pool' was published.
Keep it coming Pete, this is the most enjoyable read I've had since 'Redmire Pool' was published.
In reply to Post #222
well we continued on this lake for the next two days catching some great fish none large the heavest seven pounds but good fishing, we could not get a take in the day only at night. we float fished in the day catching tench, lots not big but great sport average weight from half a pound to two pounds i think at the end we had caught arround 100 pounds of tench between the three of us. at the time the carp study group were holding there annual bash at a place called landridnod wells. bern and graham fancied a go so the next week saw us on our way it was a bit of a long way but we were keen so off we went for a three day session i had never seen the lake before and was quite suprised on arival it was in the middle of the town, after paying our tickets we decided to fish the far side by the road next to the cars to save lugging our tackle to far we all fished opposite this man made island all fishing with two rods after tea out went the end tackle we did not get a take till dark it went mental fish after fish from 10 to 15 pounds i had to fish with one rod as i was catching two at once and the others did as well we slept throught the day only fishing at night i kid you not we caught eighty carp in three days we were completly tired out no large fish the biggest about 16 pounds, we got home id only been in the house minutes and the phone went it was bern lets go to acton burnell to night good job i had an understanding wife i rang graham who was up for it but thats another story to continue. i havent heard from you bill so ill keep at it but i must do some fishing next week
well we continued on this lake for the next two days catching some great fish none large the heavest seven pounds but good fishing, we could not get a take in the day only at night. we float fished in the day catching tench, lots not big but great sport average weight from half a pound to two pounds i think at the end we had caught arround 100 pounds of tench between the three of us. at the time the carp study group were holding there annual bash at a place called landridnod wells. bern and graham fancied a go so the next week saw us on our way it was a bit of a long way but we were keen so off we went for a three day session i had never seen the lake before and was quite suprised on arival it was in the middle of the town, after paying our tickets we decided to fish the far side by the road next to the cars to save lugging our tackle to far we all fished opposite this man made island all fishing with two rods after tea out went the end tackle we did not get a take till dark it went mental fish after fish from 10 to 15 pounds i had to fish with one rod as i was catching two at once and the others did as well we slept throught the day only fishing at night i kid you not we caught eighty carp in three days we were completly tired out no large fish the biggest about 16 pounds, we got home id only been in the house minutes and the phone went it was bern lets go to acton burnell to night good job i had an understanding wife i rang graham who was up for it but thats another story to continue. i havent heard from you bill so ill keep at it but i must do some fishing next week
In reply to Post #225
well of to acton we go i met bern there at seven pm i set up on a large boarded swim with graham bern to my right and what a night it was to be after a chat and a bite to eat and a cupa in went the end tackle it was very weedy i was not to confident but graham was soon in a lovely tench of seven pounds if i rember right we took seven tench in the first hour between five and seven pounds. it then turned off till after dark. graham continued to catch tench. some good fish arround 6 pounds i fell asleep and was awoken to a screaming run the mitchell absolutly spinning on the back wind i bloody rapped my knukles and hit hurt well i had this fish on graham was by my side in a flash i played this fish for a long time i new it was big god did it put a bend in the rod up and down it went at last getting it over the net its tail in the light of the torches was massive its a good fish graham says we just get it over the net and the hook pulled. i just sat there i could not believe it graham was apologizing it was not his fault no ones just one of those things that happens. we heard a shout from bern who was playing a good fish wich was netted 33pound mirror a good fish it was not long before i was in again landing a lovely commen of 18 pounds and then followed with a mirror of 20 npounds 8oz i was on a roll in between graham and i continued to catch tench. bern was in again this time a lovely conditiond mirror of 25 pounds what a night morning came but no more carp poor old graham never caught one but did manage some great tench we finished the night with 16 tench to seven pounds and four carp to 33 pounds we went home happy chappys. well here ends another tale from my life of fishing more to come
well of to acton we go i met bern there at seven pm i set up on a large boarded swim with graham bern to my right and what a night it was to be after a chat and a bite to eat and a cupa in went the end tackle it was very weedy i was not to confident but graham was soon in a lovely tench of seven pounds if i rember right we took seven tench in the first hour between five and seven pounds. it then turned off till after dark. graham continued to catch tench. some good fish arround 6 pounds i fell asleep and was awoken to a screaming run the mitchell absolutly spinning on the back wind i bloody rapped my knukles and hit hurt well i had this fish on graham was by my side in a flash i played this fish for a long time i new it was big god did it put a bend in the rod up and down it went at last getting it over the net its tail in the light of the torches was massive its a good fish graham says we just get it over the net and the hook pulled. i just sat there i could not believe it graham was apologizing it was not his fault no ones just one of those things that happens. we heard a shout from bern who was playing a good fish wich was netted 33pound mirror a good fish it was not long before i was in again landing a lovely commen of 18 pounds and then followed with a mirror of 20 npounds 8oz i was on a roll in between graham and i continued to catch tench. bern was in again this time a lovely conditiond mirror of 25 pounds what a night morning came but no more carp poor old graham never caught one but did manage some great tench we finished the night with 16 tench to seven pounds and four carp to 33 pounds we went home happy chappys. well here ends another tale from my life of fishing more to come
In reply to Post #226
Tremendous read Pete, keep it coming
Tremendous read Pete, keep it coming
In reply to Post #227
Well done Pete, you'll just have to carry on now mate No stopping there old lad
Well done Pete, you'll just have to carry on now mate
No stopping there old lad