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In reply to Post #141
When i lived at craven arms there were a number of lakes that were strictly private you would never get permission to fish them as the estates were all shooting that's what brought the money in so the only way to fish them was to poach most of my friends at the time were to frightened to go anywhere near as there were big signs saying you will be shot on sight shot on sight if caught, or private keep out watch for the dogs, most of it was a load of tosh i have been on a few estates when younger and did not see many dogs only springer's and labs certainly not Alsatians that some game keepers use today for there protection mostly ex police dogs. I would creep down my chosen lake taking my float tackle with me and fish by the big Lillie beds, one such lake was onibury court i think it is still private it belonged to the Holcrofts at the time and was quite heavily keeperd they certainly had a few big shoots there the one lake was covered in lilies i would hide my bike in the under growth beside the road, i would fish from the cover of the reeds and under growth around the side the lake, it was full of big Rudd beautiful fish red fins they were broad and deep with golden flanks you would catch the tench as well the biggest i had was about three to four pounds but to an eleven year old that was a big fish.
I nearly got caught this one day i rolled up to fish i had been fishing about half an hour when i saw all these gentlemen and ladies standing out in the surrounding field it was a shoot day the keepers were driving out the ducks from the lake and the pheasants from the surrounding wood that ran around around the lake side i was petrified i would get caught there must have been about twenty beaters so i climbed the nearest tree an old fir hiding my rod first, i watched as the beaters passed right under the tree i was hiding in but no one gave the tree a second glance as soon as they past i was down and watched from a distance as pheasants tumbled out of the sky some very near to where i was hidden it was all to much for me and i picked three or four before the dogs found them i hid them in the hedge where my bike was i could hear the guns shout bird down keeper its over there you would watch as the dogs tried to find the birds no scent the keeper would say or it must be a runner little did he know that i was having them i had some great times down the lakes on that estate and caught some nice fish i was not discovered once although i had some near misses the pheasants were always welcome at home and by our neighbors as times were still quite hard as the year was 1953. well that's it for now . more latter
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In reply to Post #140
Whats happened to all the bull heads lampreys and such we as lads spent hours with a net and a jar catching them but they really do seem to have gone missing in the forties we as lads would be always playing down by the streams or rivers in the school holidays we would be either swimming or fishing i spent most of my younger life down by the river i would watch the different seasons, in those days the may fly hatch would be spectacular they would be seen in there hundreds i would watch as the spent flies floated down stream to be picked of by the brown trout they certainly satisfied there hunger at that time of year. Just down the lane from where we lived was the river bridge you would see all the youngsters in a line fishing from the bridge as the bailiffs always turned a blind eye to this but go onto the adjacent land they would certainly confiscate your tackle and if old enough you would end up in court i don't think any one in those days knew what a fishing licence was for we were not old enough but some of the adults were but in all those years i never heard a bailiff ask an adult for one.
I was introduced to carp fishing, in the late forties early fifties they were hazy lazy days we seemed to have glorious summers my mate and i would cycle to the old pool rods tied to the cross bar of the bike a bag on your back with pop and sandwiches and baits and odds and sods they were great days you would be out first thing in a morning and be back for bed your parents knew you were safe sadly the youngsters cannot do that today as i have said before our tackle was really antiquated i was lucky dad got me some tank aerial rods and i did most of my fishing with them we had old wood reels but we managed i think the first good line i ever had was platal or perlon but that was not until the middle fifties i did manage to get my hands on an old, rapidex fix spooled reel latter on, the first fixed spool reel i acquired was a old green job not very good but it did the job i wanted it to, but until then we managed with the silk line and the wooden star backs as i have said before we pulled the line from the spool coiling it on the ground behind you then gave it the big chuck some times it flew straight out other it got caught in the grass and such but we never cared we would do it all again after sorting out any tangles we had no pressure in those days every day was a joy like one big holiday we would have about six to eight weeks away from school most was spent fishing or up the woods camping.
My old teacher Mrs Thomas knew i fished and she would always encourage me to go in fact she came with me once but i think it was to get a free meal of a trout but she was a lovely person i have still got a book she gave to me about the country side god it dates back to the forties she has long ago passed over but i have a lot to thank her for if i had the cane for playing truant or fighting she would always come and see me after and soak my hands in cold water she said it would take the swelling bruising away in those days you had to look after your self if you did not you would be bullied by the other lads but they were good days it was in latter years that mrs Thomas asked me to get her a pheasent or two she knew i poached but never ever said it was wrong she knew poeple needed the food as a lot was still rationed we as kids all had idendity cards as the war had not finished that long a lot of the sons of our neibours never came home they had been killed in action we as lads never gave it much thought untill you saw them crying it was very sad. well a bit more latter
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In reply to Post #139
What a day we went for a short session on the river yesterday and we both blanked well i suppose that is fishing the river is that low and desperately needs fresh water, fishing just below me were two youngsters they really did not have any idea in the direction they were casting it was way out and every cast they made went over my line, after sorting it out a few times i packed up and decided i would try and help- them out the ones dad was fishing further down but really took no notice of the lads at all, they were quite polite youngsters but there rods were really not made for ledgering both were only about seven ft long more of a spinning rod than ledger i do wish parents would buy the correct rod for the job as they could pick an eleven or twelve ft rod up quite cheaply there set up was not the best a arsley bomb tied directly to the line with a big hook and a piece of sweetcorn for bait six inches from the bomb, it took me about an hour or so to get them sorted and casting in the right direction. i also altered their rigs and hooks the one young lad started use maggot and got a bite instantly he duly landed a nice perch of around two pounds he had a great smile on his face which really made my day then it was out with the keep-net i was a bit concerned as the water was only about six inches deep by the side and suggested it would be a lot better if they did a photo and return the fish to the water out came the mobile phones photos done and fish returned with no damage the smile on there faces said it all it did not take long to show these youngsters the right way to cast and tackle up but so many of the older anglers have no time for these youngsters it a shame really as we all had to start and learn at some point.
Personally i love to see the youngsters fishing as it keeps them out of trouble they learn such a lot not only about fishing but about the wild life to, so the more i see down the river the better when i was young i had no one to show me how to fish i learned myself but there was not as many anglers around then as today i suppose i did have dear old SAM the game keeper he did put me right on a number of issues but i was fishing long before i met SAM the tackle today is far superior than it was when i was young most of the rods were bamboo i have seen them with a spliced top section of green heart but i was never lucky enough to own one myself so the day ended with us blanking but i got as much pleasure watching and helping the youngsers, i do hope they continue to take part in our lovely hobby as it has given me great pleasure over the years well a bit more latter
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In reply to Post #138
Just been reading the old thread called rats rats rats you may think living in the countryside and loving nature we like them i absolutely hate them why they were put on this earth god knows they are filthy animals one farmer friend died from the disease caught from them weals he was feeding or milking the cows and felt something drip from above on his face and lips it was rat urine he was dead within months his wife told us all about it and how he suffered. i remember ferreting a big estate not far from shrewsbury we netted this one warren all that came out were rats it must of been a huge colony infact the chap i was with got bitten through the fingers trying to extract his ferret from the warren he had to go straight to hospital for it to be looked at luckyly he is still with us my springer spaniel drank from a puddle beside the road which was infected ,he died six months latter even thought the vets said they could save him it was cruel to watch him fade away if ever it happened again i would have the dog put to sleep.
The council tip was about five miles from my house if you went up there in the evening just as it was getting dark you would see dozens the farm over from the tip was inundated with the furry things i had a friend that went to the farm at night with his air rifle and lamp he shot dozens of the things the farmers were quite glad of his or our help the adjacent hedge rows were full of holes and the vermin chap came around and poisoned most but there is a problem doing this as the poison can and does kill other animals and birds but he eradicated most of the hedge rows around the farm the farmers wife was petrified as they even got into the house but all is now good again as they are all gone, funny really i have never seen a fox with one i suppose they must eat them but i have never found there remains on any earth i have visited. The old tip was alive with foxes scavenging amongst the rubbish at one point the farmers were very worried because of there young lambs not as i like killing this old rogue of the wood but at times it becomes a necessity so we shot every Saturday morning lining the guns across the woods and in five separate morning we shot forty five full grown foxes they say they are territorial absolutely rubbish we shot ten out of one small wood. but rats i can not stand i have lived in the country side all my life and i love nature but not these furry pests. well a bit more latter
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In reply to Post #135
As i said before i learned my self to fish i only had a bamboo rod in those far off days, i remember i found a pound note on the road and went out and bought myself a rod. i was only about seven years old i did not know at the time it was the next door neighbors i got the strap for being dishonest as money was not easy to come by i soon learned i came from a loving family but they were strict and would stand no messing i had to go next door and apologies to Mr Fletcher he was a nice old boy but loved a drink he would come up the lane in his pin striped suit and black bowler hat as drunk as a skunk, i was allowed to keep the rod but mother had to give Mr Fletcher his pound back when i went to apologies he was a bit tipsy and gave me the pound back mum was not to happy, but i gave her back the money as times where very hard.
I never stole again if i found money i would always hand it in this was not my first rod just up the lane from us Mr Jarvis lived he called me in one day giving me a rod reel and all the bits to go with it i suppose that was when the bug really set in it was not the best of rods it had seen better days but it got me going this was before my mother married again and we moved to craven arms my grandad really started me fishing but he died aged 52 in in 1947 i was broken hearted i was only five years old and my grandad was my world i missed him so much as he was like a father and took the place of my dad, my dad got killed in the war i was living with grandad and granny when he passed away. I then moved in with my mother who worked at the condover blind school it was a hard life she did not have that much money so we took a land army girl in called Joan hay the money improved a bit and mum bought me odds and sods for fishing i think that was the first time i fished the condover brook as Joan worked at the home farm belonging to Mr cartwright i suppose i was really poaching as in those days most ot the water came under Mr Bell the local game keeper it was stocked with brown trout and really looked after, i really did not know what i was doing i had an old brown wood reel so i would have to pull the line which was a green silk from the spool and then give it a big chuck some times it would get stuck in the vegetation other times it would fly out my float was a porcupine quill i had got some weights and hooks but it was trial and error i had no one to show me how but over a period of months i really got better and would wonder down the brook away from the farm my bait was worms from the old muck heap at the farm i remember catching my first trout under the old bridge the float disappeared i thought i had snagged the bottom i started to wind in then felt the fish pull i managed to get it in to shallow water and pick it up i shook with excitement my first fish from that brook i killed it and took it home it was only 12oz or so mum fried it in the pan and we both enjoyed it, but that was not the last time i fished that brook i caught many more trout from there over the years and some not strictly legal all poached. well that's it for today more latter
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In reply to Post #136
Thanks Harry very much appreciated ill do my best we have not had a talk lately on the phone we must have a chat some time in the near future i hope your well 
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In reply to Post #135
i;m still keeping my eye on ya pete . great stories about the old days , keep em coming .  
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In reply to Post #134
I have already explained most lakes were private in the days of my youth the only way you could fish them was to poach if you got caught you could depending on age end up in court i did my fair share of guesting i would usually go by myself as you only had your self to blame if you got caught. But at times i have relented and let one of my friends accompany me one such lad was a boy called Gerald he loved pike fishing and was never happier than when spinning for pike we would creep down to the pool behind the keepers cottage it was very boggy and the whole place would shake like a jelly when you stood on the side of the pool, we caught loads of jack pike up to about seven pounds now in those days in the late forties and middle fifties most families would eat pike i can see Gerald now struggling across the fields with a few pike tied together with binder twine you pushed the twine through the gills and out of the mouth Gerald came from a large family so nothing was wasted i fished a few lakes with Gerald in my younger days.
I think i told you the story about him getting stung by hornets while running through the dense under growth ill tell the tale again for those that never read it in the first part of my stories, the big lake well bomere was strictly private no one in those days fished the place it was fairly over grown except for rides cut by the keepers, Gerald and i had been fishing for some time when we heard a shout looking over the lake we saw a land rover with Sgt landers he had seen us and the chase was on what we did not know although we had heard shooting, there was shoot today and there was a number of under keepers with two head keepers old bell and Gerry hayes, behind where we stood was a strip of under growth then a bit of a bank where the badger sets are now so some anglers reading this will know where i mean. we ran through the under growth Gerald ran straight into a big hornets, nest hanging like a foot ball from the lower branches of a tree he actually knocked it down with his body tripping over a piece of wood he was covered in the things he was screaming for help run Gerald and he got up and did just that i waited on the field he still had hornets on him which i soon knocked from his jacket and shirt his face was bloated and swollen he was really crying we got onto the railway line and made it to the bridge where we stood and listened i could see the landrover making its way down the lane to where were hidden. In the next feild was an old culvert big enought to crawl throught we both headed for it and vanished down this old pipe it came out a bit further along the feild we stayed there some time but gerald was in agony by the time i got him home he was really fading fast he was in terrible pain his mother and grandad got him to hospital whers he stayed for a couple of days, we had a call from sgt landers wanting to know where i had been , all i said was home i dont think he believed it for one minute but he could not prove a thing i was talking to a freind the other day and he said mr landers was still alive he must be in his nintys now i expect he has forgot the days he chased me around. well thats it for today more latter
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In reply to Post #133
I have walked the lanes and woods of Shropshire i have stood in a sea of blue deep, inside the woods the blue bells what a sight to see . I have walked through the wild garlic that really makes you smell, i have seen the woods in a mass of snow drops i have been in the woods when the buds were opening to welcome another year i have watched the fox in his coat of rustic red making his way forward between the trees stepping so lightly you never heard a thing stopping and lifting his head and sniffing the air making sure it was safe to carry on i have watched the badgers at play and seen them huddled together on a moon light night looking for worms in the Shropshire meadows i have been out after the rabbits rifle in hand on the darkest of nights i have poached the pheasants long ago it was all part of my life i have stood beside the the small river as it menders through the fields and country side i have cast a worm and held the rod as it trundled down under the far bank i have felt the pluck of the fish as he picked up the worms i have played him in a sea of spray and held him in my hand his flanks covered in spots another for the pot, i have cast a fly and watched it vanish beneath the surface as the trout gently takes it in his mouth and then he is away splashing in glistening water trying to get away what a wonderful feeling holding the rod as it doubled up into a hoop as you felt the power of the small fish as it dashed down the river in his bid for freedom.
I have watched the buzzard way above as it soars on the thermal i have climbed to her nest long ago and have held her eggs in my hand the white with spotted red brown i have held the chicks in my hand what more could one ask i have watched the peregrine stoop with tremendous speed and hit his prey sending a spray of feather towards the ground another pigeon has met his end, i have watched the female on her nest on a rocky ledge hight up in the old quarry for all to see, i have watched as she fed her chicks a wondrous sight to see, I loved to ferret the rabbits on a winters, day. ending the day by the fire in the local pub discussing our day.
i have took many out with me to watch the fox we have hidden in the dry ditch as the vixen makes her way to the old earth bringing a rabbit or a chicken stolen from the adjacent farm she has five healthy cubs and you watch how they fight over the food its all a game, i have watched a tug of war with a rabbit pulling it this way and that way, it was all part of there fun as they grew older i have watched them leave the earth they are gaining confidence it wont be long before they are old enough to fend for there selves not many live and are killed in the first twelve months of there lives, they are usually shot by the game keepers to protect his birds or fall victim to our roads but that is nature only the fittest survive. well that's it for now more latter
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In reply to Post #132
Fishing Tuesday was really a disaster the river a the moment is far to low it needs water badly, we did manage a chub or to but nothing big the barbel were none existent the bailiff came and sat with us and another friend popped down we had a good old natter about times passed and present the bailiff said no one had been catching in the last week not even me now for Rodger to say that things must be bad it needs fresh water i just hope the way its rained in wales today it should put a bit of colour in the water quite a few anglers have been visiting from Liverpool and Manchester long way to come for nothing one lot stayed over night in there motor home fished until dark and resumed first light they went home with nothing not even a chub graced there landing net i feel sorry for them as they had traveled a fair distance but that is angling.
We may try again on Friday if we get a bit of fresh water talking to the locals the carp fishing has not been that good of late probably the weather i had a look at one such water it was green all over i have never done very good in those conditions when it clears we may have a go one estate lake i fished always seemed to fish well in muggy conditions we always caught a few fish in these conditions one such lake was lordys is it always fished well in dull and muggy weather why i don't know yet another up the road not far from lordys would turn off completely.
well old foxy has done well this year the reports i have at the amount of cubs around its been a good breeding year there has been plenty of rabbits around to sustain the cubs there seems to be more foxes around than ever and a few years ago fox deaths were really caused by man indirectly treating cereal seeds with toxic dressings Aldrin dieldrin and Heptachlor pesticides before planting, Birds unfortunately died in great numbers due to eating the seeds old foxy being what he was a major scavenger of the countryside eats the poisoned birds which it led to a great many fox deaths especially in the 1960 that does not happen any more i am glad as i think there is so much to be learned from old foxy by direct observation as you know from my stories i have watched foxes all my life but i think the albinos with the white fir and pink eyes was the highlight of my life although being born like that is a big disadvantage and they seldom live to breed i have come across black foxes over the years i have seen them shot in hill country usualy they are black belled but i have seen them with a black head and black brush and belly funny how these animals vary in colour and size i hope i am not boring you with my tales of foxey he has been my favorite animal over the years it would be a sad place whithout him. a bit more latter
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In reply to Post #131
Well i have a bit of time today so ill carry on going fishing tomorrow so i hope we have something to report i feel lucky as i have only blanked once up to now. Blanking does not bother me as there is always something to see and even at my age i really am still learning there's always something i have not seen or done i am never so happier than when i roam the banks of the Rea in search of the chub trout and grayling the wild life is also spectacular but alas the one or two friends are saying they are seeing otters on a regular basis a friend was sitting fishing the other day when one swam straight through his swim it never gave him a second look they used to be a shy animal but not any more they are quite used to humans as most were bred in captivity luckily there are quite a few eels in that little river so they might keep them happy but i really doubt that i think the trout and grayling will suffer big loses i was told there are eight pairs in a stretch far to many for a stretch of only ten or twelve miles because that all it is to the source.
 pike from this old lake
 A bag of roach and chub from the rea when i was a young man
If they get into the lake at the source they will have a field day its full of big gorgeous roach big fish i have sat out in a punt a few years ago and float fished the water with a sliding float in twenty five ft of water and caught some beautiful fish none under a pound plus it has some nice bream and a few carp with some lovely pike so i really hope the otters don't decimate this water as i have spent some happy hours pike fishing in the winter from the boat catching some quality pike they will definitely have to control these predators but i don't think it will be in my life time protect any animal and as long as the food is there they will breed and spread to other parts but they will only survive if the food levels are there and they are with all the fisheries around some one said to me the other day they are only back to the levels they were before hunting stopped i had a chuckle about this statement no way were they so common as today those days they were very shy you rarely saw them i have had to creep on my belly and lie in the undergrowth very quietly when watching them if they caught sight of you they were away so there is a big difference there are far to many around our water courses today, and to many do gooders who have released these these predators without giving any thought of how these animals will effect our environment in my opinion they know nothing about nature or the the country side.
 Another pike from the old lake
I would not like to see them hunted again not as that will ever happen to me it was cruel as i have said before the river ran red it was not nice but in my day that's how they were controlled as a young boy i can still remember the otter hunts on the river onny at craven arms they would hunt this beautiful river where i spent most of my child hood two or three times a year. well more latter
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In reply to Post #130
I suppose i have had a great life i have fished and shot met an awful lot of friends i have had my ups and downs mainly through my health but one can put up with that i wish i could do it all again but you only have one bite of the cherry so you make the best of it. Talking about cherries there was a few nice trees on our village mostly in peoples gardens well when we were young there was nothing nicer than a bit of scrumping the one garden was bordering a field called the foxes you could actually pick the cherries from the field side but if you wanted the real good ones it was through the hedge and up the tree we were up this tree the one day when out of the blue the owner and the police arrived on the scene, my friend was gone in seconds dropping from a branch into the field leaving me to face the law i lay across the branches height above and listened to them talking the owner was not happy his cherries were being taken the policeman was Stan sharp and Sgt landers not once did they look up the tree well so i thought it was not the first or last time i visited this garden as i would ferret the rabbits around the hedge bordering the garden as they were making a come back, well to cut a long story short i stayed very still not moving a muscle until i saw them move away i was down the tree and away home it was a few days latter i saw old Stan sharp the policeman come here he shouted i saw you up that tree the other day what tree you know what tree good job the Sgt did not see you he twisted my ear and with a smile said don't let me catch you there again no Mr sharp you wont but we did the year was about 1958 i think i had just left school.
Just below the field called the foxes was the railway line and then a big sheet of water called the Honey meadow alas not there any more the people that owned the quarry in those days filled it in shame really it was the over flow from Bomere as i have stated in my earlier stories i would put night lines down for the eels it was stuffed with them not huge but they grew to around three pounds or more i would give most away to the locals as times were still very hard. The keeper old Gerry would feed the ducks at honey meadow and the ladies and gents would shoot the place once a fort night i have told you all when i bought my first gun i would poach the place i shot a good many mallard from that place i would lie in the undergrowth and shoot them as they came in i was not fussy and would shoot them on the water as well but i have already told you about that in part one. It was not far from bomere only two fields away so i would go looking for the pheasants nests i usually found a few in the hedge rows this was mainly in the spring April may i would take a few eggs as old,, Harry Edwards the mole and rabbit catcher he liked them, most of the rabbits had died out by then but they were making a come back . its the ducks eggs we liked as a family and i would collect them from the willow trees they would nest in the tops were the trees had been cropped i have even had them out of a squirrels dray they were lovely eating and if i took a dozen or so home mum would be happy i would eat them for breakfast there was thousands of mallard around in those days as most estates reared a few as i have said before the estates relied on the shooting for revenue . shooting came before fishing all the lakes were private and most displayed big signs saying just that private keep, out or you will be shot on sight. But that did not worry me i did my fair share of poaching on these big estates but that was years ago there are not many of the old poachers left most have past on and there is no need to poach these days as there is plenty of food available with the big supermarkets and the wages for most are very good in my youth they were not when i left school i got two pounds ten shillings a week so you did a bit of poaching to help out. well thats it for now more latter
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In reply to Post #129
When i was young august was one of my favorite months it was the month of plenty so was September the blackberries were ready to pick the orchards were full of fruit and on the hills the winberries were ready to pick one thing us lads loved was the harvest of the corn and barley we would surround the corn fields stick in hand and would chase any rabbits that broke cover. they could not run as fast because of the stuble every one we killed we would cut a notch on our stick some of those sticks were years old kept from one year to the next some had big club end which you hit the rabbit with, adults joined in the fun i suppose it was a necessity as it was late forties early fifties maxomatosis had not arrived on the scene as yet the rabbit was a good meal in those days full of protein, we more or less lived on them we would have them in a pie or roasted as i have stated in my earlier storeys part one it was our main meat ration and would have it for Sunday dinner lets get back to the corn feilds and the humble rabbit we would wait until the very last cut of corn there would only be a thin strip left you would see the corn or barley moving it was so full of rabbits not many got away from us lads those that did got tangled in the long net the farmer had put along the side of the far hedge at the end of the day there would be a big pile of rabbits maybe two or three hundred, if you were lucky the farmer would give you a couple to take home then the rest would be taken and sold in the market the revenue going to the farmer we did the work and he got the rewards i soon wised up, to this and would hide a few in the hedgerow or in between the sheaves of corn i would fetch them latter when all was quite, we would follow the harvest around the different farms as august was the school holidays.
Some farmers had no tractors and the big shire horses would pull the binder that cut the corn, it was a bit slower than a tractor i loved the fields of beans and peas they would be crawling with rabbits there were so many about when i was a youngster, if i had any rabbits spare they went to our neighbours and friend every one helped one another in those days, or i would take a few down to a shop, in the small town of craven arms it was owned by JP woods i would get six pence each not bad as i could buy a few odds and sods for my fishing floats hooks and such money was hard to get in those days the wages were not that good most adults worked for British rail, as Craven Arms was a huge shunting yard i would lie in bed at night you could hear The clang and bang of the trucks and the steam engines puffing away it was a great sound and it would not be long before i fell,asleep.
I was brought up in the country side i love my fishing and nature came a good second i soon learned to distinguish the different birds and animals, in summer and spring the fields and hedgerows were a blaze of colour with the different wild flowers then we had the butterflys, where ever you looked you saw something different you would see young rabbits every where you went, the habitat was never touched in those days no sprays they grew fields of clover which was ploughed back into the land before the crops were set they were smaller fields no hedge rows ripped out as yet, but that would come with the invention of the combine and that would be the begining of the end for some of our wild life. well thats it for now more latter
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In reply to Post #128
Thank you allan for the kind remarks i hope you enjoy part, one and two its a true story of my life the ups and downs thanks again pete
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In reply to Post #1000
Started to read a couple of the later posts and jus had to go back to the start and will now have to read the complete thing..Excellent stuff...Pete you should write a book!
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