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Well it’s been a long time since I last updated my blog, and I have been putting it off due to circumstances which took place over the past six months. My father, Peter, was diagnosed with Motor Nueron Disease in November and passed away in January. To say it was a shock was an understatement as he was such a fit and energetic man who really lived his life to the fullest.
I am not going to go into the details of his illness or how incredibly brave he was, as he documented this himself in an article that was published in the Irish Times before his untimely passing. What I would like to do in the coming months is write about some of our fishing adventures together, which spanned 25 years here in Ireland. We had so many good times on the bank, and it would be a shame not to share them here. It is going to take me some time to scan in the old photos to really do them justice, but I look forward to relaying some of our eventful fishing trips on these pages.
I seem to have had a mental block with my writing since losing dad and have not had the passion to put words down, but I know if he was looking down, he would want me to carry on with the blog because he said he really enjoyed some of my articles. The one thing he didn’t like was the title, which was a bit tongue in cheek, but he reckoned it lowered the tone of the page. I decided to take his advice and use one of the suggestions he put to me, so now the blog will be known as Running Ledger.
On the angling front, I have been making quite a few trips out this year, and found my time at the waterside really helps with getting over dads loss, however my catch returns have not made pleasant reading. My pike fishing trips were barren to say the least and apart from some welcome jack pike, I didn’t really connect with anything substantial apart from one mid-double girl early in the season.
Unlike last year where I stuck it out on a couple of waters, I decided this winter to put on my exploring hat and ended up doing a lot of river fishing. I spent hours gleaning over ordinance survey maps looking for interesting back waters, marinas and likely looking pike hotspots. Did I uncover any? well I may have possibly, but the pike certainly weren’t in a biting mood, the days I visited.
As quickly as winter had arrived, it was gone again and my thoughts turned to the usual summer species. I had been pondering about targeting some big hybrids and roach for a while and over the winter months I decided on a new venue to work on in between tench sessions. I didn’t have much info to go on apart from some water framework directive reports and a gut feeling.
To tackle a decent sized water, you really need to give it at least season of proper fishing, if you want to try and crack its code. There are some waters I have been fishing for quite a few years yet I still feel I haven’t even scratched the surface with them. They all have their moods, and fish differently in certain conditions. Keeping a diary is a good start and the more information you enter the better the chances are that you will find a trend.
My plan was to get as much feed as humanely possible into the lake to try and get the fish into the area I planned to concentrate on. This can be time consuming, costly, and a lot of hard work, but if you want to do something properly, a lot of effort and drive is needed. I set about a prebaiting campaign which involved a lot of spombing and spodding and long range catapulting. A boat is really the best tool for the job but if you are organized you can manage to get a good amount of bait into a swim without one.
I started to do some short morning and evening sessions around St Patricks day and although I did get some fish, I didn’t land anything special. However I was in this for the long haul and nothing good ever comes easily. It wasn’t until April that some better fish started to come out and although I was getting plenty of shoal sized hybrids in the 2-3lb bracket, it was some big roach that I caught that gave me an inclining that I might be on the right track. Fish to a few ounces shy of 2lb made a welcome appearance and gave me the confidence to carry on baiting the lake up for the remainder of the season.
It was also during April that my Aunt and Uncle came over from the UK to visit for a long weekend. It was lovely seeing them again after far too long. Since the last time I had seen my uncle he had also caught the fishing bug. Living where he does in Suffolk, didn’t give him much best scope to fish for Salmon or Sea Trout, two species he had never caught before, and it was agreed we would hit one of my local marks to try and right that.
On the Sunday morning we headed off to a local spot on the beach armed with a fly rod and a drop shot rod, hedging our bets that one method would work. This was earlier in the season than I would normally go after them but I had heard reports that there fish were about and being caught. We hit the beach ninety minutes before low tide and spread out to try and find some bars of silver hiding between the sandbars and kelp strewn rocks.
My uncle, Tim, had travelled some distance the year before with a friend of his, to fish the famous river Towey in Wales, home to enormous sea trout. When planning those trips you can never negate for weather conditions, and hundreds of miles of driving were wasted when the river turned out to be in flood. This made me all the more determined to try and put us on some fish, but forty five minutes into the session, things weren’t looking too good as I hadn’t seen anything move.
The tide was moving out quite quickly and as the sand bars got bigger, the remaining water gathered into smaller pools and it was in one of these that I spotted my first trout. Not one to miss a chance, I called Tim over to where I had seen it, and as luck would have it a few more started to show. I soon noticed that the widely spread out sea trout were now confined to these smaller pools and this would give us our best chance of connecting with some.
The first cast into the spot saw me connect with a super fish of about 2lb which fought like a tiger in the shallow clear water. Next cast saw Tim hook a fish and after a couple of nerve biting minutes of acrobatic flips, jumps and powerful runs, he was proudly holding his first ever Sea Trout. The huge smile on his face made the experience all the better. He couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have such amazing fishing on my doorstep coupled with the breathtaking scenery that surrounded us.
For the next half an hour we managed to land seven good sea trout and lose as many again, with one or two really good fish spitting the hook mid fight. It was a perfect session and one of those red letter days that come along once every so often. I was just glad he was there to enjoy it.
As May came around the corner, I deviated from the trout and silvers and made my way back out for my first tench session of the season. All winter I had been musing over various lakes which needed to be fished along with reading up on new and improved tactics and of course fine tuning the tench gear.
My aim this year is to beat my personal best of 7lb10ozs but to be honest, catching any decent tench is a pleasure, especially ones as beautiful and hard fighting as the wild ones we have here in Ireland. I kicked off my season at a social for the Tenchfishers club of Ireland on a quiet lake in Longford. It was great to catch up with the who’s who of Irish tenchers, even if the weather was more suited to Pike angling. With howling gale force winds and pummeling hail and snow it was no surprise that the tench didn’t pop out for a meet and greet.
My next few trips saw me head back to a lake I had been fishing on and off for the past couple of years. The water is a real ballbreaker and blanks are the norm, but there is always a chance of a decent fish if you put the hours in. It wasn’t until my fourth trip till I managed to get my first bite of the year. With the light fading and thoughts turning to the long trip home after another fishless session, my float bobbed then lifted right out before sailing away.
As I struck, the power of the fish as it tore out from the swim, reminded me what I had been missing all through the cold winter months. As with most battles in this lake, it was all about brute force as I gave everything to stop it getting deep into the jungle of weed. The fights always seem to last for ages but in reality, they are normally over in less than ninety seconds. They are a far cry from winching them in from distance on heavy rods, as you get to feel every lunge and surge as you both try to second guess each other.
As soon as I lifted the landing net, I realised I had just caught an old friend again from last year, what were the chances. The distinct chunk missing from her tail meant it was the 7lb 8oz fish I had caught last May. I zeroed the scales against the sling and popped her in. The initial reading on my Avon dial scales was 7lb 12ozs. I decided to check it again with my Rueben flywieights, and these gave me a reading of between 7lb 6ozs and 7lb 8ozs. I rechecked the Avons and this time they gave me a reading of 7lb 6oz, so I settled for that.
I had remembered to bring a measuring tape with me, as I had not got any details from her last time. From the tail to snout she measured 59cms or just shy of 23 inches in old money. Around her belly her circumference went 44cms or just over 17 inches. It was interesting to see she is a longer fish than my personal best and I have no doubt later in the season would be close to 8lb. However there was slight disappointment that I had caught the same Tench again and not a new one. My thoughts about the lake having a small stock of fish may run true.
I managed three more sessions there in the past 10 days and I have managed just one more fish which was a lovely male of 5lb 3oz. Both fish came on the float and took corn and maggot cocktail. I have another lake I have been meaning to fish for a while, with the only thing putting me off being the long walk. I think now is the time to bite the bullet, travel light to see what she has to offer. I will also be back out after the big perch that I was targeting during the Autumn. Suffice to say I have my eye on a fish which was far bigger I caught in September, watch this space.
After an awful couple of weeks of mishaps and scares it was great to get the chance of an early morning session on a new water. My first hiccup was a busted knee which kept me house bound for over a week. Who thought slipping in your sitting room could cause so much damage. Top Tip – don’t wear Crocs with worn soles anywhere near a wet patch on the ground. This was followed the next week with the awful drama of seeing my daughter admitted to hospital with a meningitis scare. That was one experience I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy and something I hope I never have to go through again. Thankfully both are on the mend and this gave me a small window to get a quick session after my beloved tench.
I had been priming a new lake for a while now with some bait. Its one of those lakes that is off the beaten track and as far as I know, not been tench fished before. The information I had gathered from the landowner was that he had never heard of a tench being caught from it and had never had anyone ask to fish it. The only information I had was of some old stocking records from the 1960s that mentioned some tench had gone into the lake.
With severe rain forecast I grudgingly got out of bed a 3.45am to see the weather man had got it right for once. I was in two minds about leaving the house, but after a quick coffee I snapped myself out of it and was splashing down the back roads in the car for 4.15am with the thoughts of ‘I must be mad’.
Arriving at the lake, there seemed to be no let up with the rain, so I grabbed the wet gear and trudged the 400 or so metres through fields with all my tackle to my swim. The water levels had risen since my last prebait session, but I was able to set up in the swampy margins and settle in for what I thought would be a blank.
My first rod was to be my sleeper outfit and this was tackled up with a large method feeder to a small braided hooklink and a size 12 Pallatrax ‘hook’. The mix consisted of VDE Beet, some Maggot and Bloodworm crush and frenzied hemp feeder groundbait. Hookbaits would be alternated till I found something that they took a liking to, but was initially a large grain of enterprise pop-up corn.
I decided to fish the lift method on my float outfit and set up one of my 12-inch Robert Lancaster floats at a depth of 13 foot, with a couple of shot round the float and an SSG a couple of inches from the hook. There are still a large amount of weed in the swim and this way I would be sure the hookbait would be where I wanted it to be. Mainline was 10lb Daiwa Sensor straight through to a size 12 hook which I baited with 6 red maggots which were sprayed with Winter Almond, and a grain of semi fermented corn which had been stewing in some Honey Yucatán glug. If I hadn’t brought some croissants with me I would have probably eaten them, they smelled that good.
Whilst the wind had dropped somewhat the rain was still very heavy, making it hard to notice any signs of fish activity in my swim, but this didn’t worry me too much as the temperature was quite warm for the time of year and rain has never been a problem when targeting tench.
The first hour or so went by without so much as a bleep on my alarm or a blip on my float. I kept my feeding to a minimum with a couple of golfball sized balls of groundbait and some loose feed of pellet, corn and maggot.
I had just looked at my watch to see the time hit 7am when I looked back at my float to see a slight quiver on it. Were there fish in my swim, or were the small rudd that live there, knocking it about? I was answered a second later when the float dipped again then rose 6 inches out of the water and I hit into a fish. The rod hooped over and the fish felt very heavy and stayed deep with a slow ponderous boring run to my right where there was a bed of rushes. Piling on the pressure as hard as I dared , the fish kept going for them but just couldn’t seem to find the safe haven of the roots for itself. After what seemed like over a minute of real tug of war stuff the fish decided to try its luck in the lillies in another part of the swim. With the underwater weed growth only in its infacy for the time of year and not fully developed, the fish was smashing them up and they were popping up on the surface whilst the tench went head first through them. I knew at this stage that it was a sizeable male with a bone to pick or a big female with attitude but with faith in my tackle I really gave it as good as it was giving. It’s quite a surreal feeling sitting there in the wilderness early in the morning having a fight with a fish, and I always find that a type of calmness comes over you until you get a glimpse of your competitor then. The fight went on for a few more seconds and was quite brutal but I managed to surface her and slid her into the net first time.
Lifting her ashore, I looked down to see her for the first time and was immediately gobsmacked at her frame and I instantly knew it was another fish which could be over the 7lb mark. She didn’t look fat and full like the lady from last year, and didn’t have her looks either, but had a real presence about her.
In all my hast early that morning, I had left my scales in the car, so I decided to sack her in the deep margins for a while so I could get myself together and have a cigarette. I baited up the float rod and cast it back out and sat back with a smile on my face. At the start of the season, I had promised myself to not get too ambitious and to enjoy whatever fish came along, all the while, fishing spots where I thought I could catch some good-sized tench. I suppose it’s all you can do really, work hard to put the odds in your favour. If I didn’t catch any monsters, I was still on the bank enjoying the fresh air and not stuck on the couch with a bandy knee or seeing my daughter hooked up to a machine in the hospital.
A few minutes passed and I was not really concentrating on my float and was in a bit of a bubble when the tip rose again right out of the water. I struck and felt a heavy resistance and again it felt very strong. This one was not so interested in the bullrushes and just kept deep, most likely thinking to herself she didn’t need the assistance from her weedy friends to outwit me. She charged around the swim for a few minutes and seemed to uproot whatever lilies where left in the vicinity. I finally managed to get her up to the surface and she swirled, saw the net, then charged off again and I knew it was another good one. My tackle stood up to whatever she could throw at me and I didn’t have any worries on that front. After another few moments I managed to scoop her into the net at the second time of asking.
Looking down at her, she looked to have a larger girth on her than the last one and was in fin perfect condition. Her frame wasn’t that of the first one but still looked a very good fish that I thought would be an upper six at least.
I quickly unhooked her and got her into another sack which I had packed instead of a keepnet and got myself off to the car to retrieve the Avon scales. It was only as I was walking up through the marshy fields that I noticed the rain had stopped and the sun was poking through the clouds. What a morning this was turning out to be.
Getting back to the swim, I decided to weigh the smaller of the fish first so I could get a feeling for what the larger one might go. I zeroed the sling and popped her into it and the dial went round past 6lb and quivered between 6lb7oz and 6lb8ozs. After a bit of flapping around it settled on 6lb7ozs. A fine fish for Irish waters and I was delighted. So what would the next one go ? I made sure the first one was secured back in the sack and got the bigger one out. It was certainly a larger fish and also had a bit of old damage to her fins which had healed well but she had certainly been in the wars at some stage. I put her in the sling and she was very well-behaved. The scales went round past the 7lb mark and onto 7lb8ozs dead. Wow, I had done it again, I thought to myself, another 7lber. I decided to get some snaps done straight away as I didn’t want to mess them about even though I was potentially missing out on the prime feeding time.
Looking at the bigger fish, she certainly had room to grow more and put on some extra weight over the next six to seven weeks, but how much ? Then I had the dilemma going through my head of whether I would be happy catching her again at a larger weight ? Would it not be nice to catch a different fish that could be bigger or smaller. I suppose if I continued to fish the same lake, the chances are that I could come across her again, but then again I may not. Specifically going out to fish for her later in the year at a heavier weight is not something I think I would really enjoy. I think it takes the magic away of wild fishing in Irish waters where the fish have never seen a hook before and the unknown is what makes it so special.
After the palava of trying to get some respectable self takes whilst not being able to bend my knee and slipping on my bum on the practice run, I finally got some done which I thought would be good enough for the photo album and blog. I got the fish back to the water and watched as they skulked back off to the weedbeds none the worse for their endeavours.
After all that excitement I felt slightly drained, but got myself back into the chair to see if I could nab another fish before I had to leave. It stayed quiet for another hour and just as I was about to call it a day, the float bobbed again, rose and sailed away. I hit it and felt something good at the other end, but before I could settle into another battle, it was gone. Maybe I had used all my luck for this trip so I cut my losses and settled on a score of 2-1 in my favour. It had turned out to be a very productive morning and I really enjoyed my encounter with that right pair of tincas.
After all the preparation of the past couple of weeks, I finally got to get the rods out for my first overnight tench session at the weekend. Although the weather has been perking up in the past ten days it had still been chilly through the nights and venue selection was based on this. I know a lot of the deeper lakes I fish do not wake up too quickly, so a water with a history of early season tench was on the cards.
My fishing pal Craig Murphy had got a head start on me, venturing out on the Thursday afternoon and he reported that although the fishing wasn’t hectic, bites were coming in fits and bursts. That news was all I needed to hear and plans were made to make the trip to the midlands and hook up for his second night there late on Friday evening.
Being the brilliantly organised fellow I am, there was not too much preparation needed and I had the car packed in no time and was on the road for 7pm excited with the prospect of latching into my first tinca of the year. The forecast for the night wasn’t too special for camping with heavy rain expected along with a biting east wind, but temperatures were to stay steady enough for the fish to hopefully get their feeding heads on. The expected rain would also give me a chance to see if the new brolly would stand up to the elements and justify my decision to banish my bivvy to the back of the shed except for some long haul sessions or family outings.
On arrival at the venue, Craig said things had been a bit quiet in the past few hours and this sometimes happens on the lake, so it at least gave me time to get the kit out and rods in. I decided to vary the approach and went with an inline maggot feeder on one rod and a large korda method feeder on the other. My method mix was made up in advance and consisted of some Pallatrax maggot and bloodworm crush bulked out with a mix of Vde’s – Beet and a crushed hemp method mix. Into this I popped some particles, micro pellets and dead red maggot and castor. Hookbaits were simple enough to start off with and I stuck with the Enterprise red maggots on one and some pop-up white corn on the other. I had a whole host of other baits with me but thought I would start with the tried and tested and if the fish were on the feed then I could try out a few different hook samples and rigs as that’s half the fun.
I managed to get the rods out before dark and settled into my first tench session of the spring with an extra strong coffee followed by a very welcome jumbo-size kebab which was delivered to the swim. Thanks Glen you’re a legend, even though I think I got more of the kebab on my face and clothes than down my belly. The swim stayed eerily quiet for the next few hours and there wasn’t much movement or sounds from the lake, but it’s always good to catch up with mates and chew the cud whilst waiting for the first run of the evening, however it never came..
Past experience told us that the fish were likely to come on at some stage during the night, so instead of sitting up and waiting for them, we decided to grab a few hours shut-eye and hopefully get woken at some stage to the sound of our buzzers screaming off. The Fox Supa brolly did all it was meant to do and easily took my bed chair and tackle. With the mozzi infill, it felt pretty much like being in the bivvy except I felt that bit closer to my surroundings and not cocooned away. You can buy the brolly system, but for my needs, I just don’t see the point. The mozzi mesh gives me enough protection from anything that buzzes and bites, plus they are a damn slight cheaper with Dublin Angling Centre doing them for around €45.
I thought I had only dozed off when I heard my left hand delkim give a couple of bleeps. I checked my watch thinking it was a liner and it said 3am, so I must have been in the land of nod for a while. The next minute I got a full-blown run and was straight into my first fish of the session. I was using my Harrison 2lb tench rods which have softened up over the years and they give me the perfect balance for bullying tench from underwater nasties and yet have a nice through action curve so you can enjoy the fight from even modest sized tench. After a spirited fight a nice 4lb tinca lay in my landing net mesh just as the heavens opened and the anticipated rain started to fall.
There is nothing better than lying in your bedchair with a stench of tench slime off you, enjoying a smoke after your first one of the year listening to the rain patter off the brolly above your head. Some people must think us anglers are mad, my wife certainly does, but until you experience it yourself, then you can’t really relate to it.
The expected rush of bites never materialised and it wasn’t until a couple of hours later when the sun was just poking its head through the misty morning that the other rod went off again and I was battling with another tench. This one was slightly larger and had decided the method mix combo was to its liking. In between these fish Craig as usual was getting his fair quota of runs and adding to his already impressive tally of tench. As the morning rain finally abetted and we managed to sit out from under our bivvies and brollies to enjoy some coffee and change round our baits and rigs.
I had decided a few days previously that I wanted to try out some of the pastes I had, so had come up with a rig that I thought would work. With the lake having a fair bit of silt I thought it would be best to try and balance out the heavy paste somehow. The first idea was to wrap it round a pop-up boilie but I wanted to keep the paste size down to 8-10mm. So I decided on using some small wire bait coils I found in my tackle box and fix this onto the end of my hair rig. I then opened up the coil and inserted some wittled down cork ball. When I wrapped the paste round the coil, the bait wouldn’t pop up, but balance itself out and sit nicely in the upper layers of the silt. I don’t know if there is a name for this rig so we decided to call it the CP rig or critical paste rig. When tested in the margins they seemed to work, so it was just a matter of whether the tench liked the paste.
One rod got the strawberry paste and the other coil was wrapped in the pungent smelling crave. 20 minutes passed and I was just thinking about the breakdown times of the pastes when the crave rod ripped off and I winkled out another fine early season tench. None of the fish were going to break records but were super fish to catch in the 3-5lb bracket. After not getting any joy on the strawberry paste, I switched over to the scopex flavour and this resulted in another couple of fish for me. Craig had a mess around with some of the flavours and managed a fish or two on the crave. I have had some great results fishing some homemade paste on the float last year and although it might not be my first choice bait, it is always nice to have something in your armoury to switch to when things aren’t happening and also have a method which you know will at least work.
The morning continued with a few more fish but as always happens the session comes to a halt way before you want it to. I am a devil for ‘one last cast syndrome’ however the little one at home had to be at a birthday party so with her relying on me I had to call it a day. The beauty of not having the cumbersome bivvy with me was the relative ease the whole packing up process took and I had my minimal amount of gear back in the car in no time at all. My final tally for the session was a respectable ten tench with Craig having more than double that for his couple of nights on the bank. So with a successful first session under the belt it looks like the tench season is under way but with other species on the feed at the moment too, its decision time on what to go for next. Not a bad dilemma to have I must say. Till next time…
Well a new year is upon us and with that come new goals and targets for the coming season. 2013 was a better year for me fishing wise. I had some very enjoyable sessions on the bank and although some targets were not achieved others were and I had some great days out with some good fishing buddies along the way with a new personal best to show for it.
The highlight of the year for me was my new personal best tench, however as a result my other fishing suffered somewhat from my blinkered approach to the species. Not that I am compaining, as at the start of the year I had set my goal out to catch a seven pound fish and feel that if I was to gain my goal, I had to put the hours in. This did however see me not trying for other species as much as I wanted too. I also felt that once I had caught my target fish I took my foot off the gas a little fishing wise, and maybe this was because I was exhausted after trying to juggle early mornings and late evenings and all the driving that goes with it, with work and family commitments. I also think that I lost my mojo for a few weeks which is never a good thing for an angler who is trying to hunt for bigger fish.
Other highlights of the year were getting to fish some new spots that I had earmarked for quite some time and although some of these excursions weren’t as fruitful as I would have liked some of the places will certainly be revisited this year with the hope that I can crack them.
For this season I have as always made a plan for my fishing and if I keep to it which isn’t always the case, then hopefully some more cracking fish will grace my landing net. The year has started off slowly for me with a culmination of adverse weather conditions and household chores and family matters that had to come first before I could continue with my search of some big pike. I have managed to get on the bank a couple of times but my camera has seen more action than my rods, after some breathtaking dawn and dusk scenes.
My plan is to keep on hounding the pike until the cut off point which is usually around St Patrick’s day as it’s generally then the fish are spawning and other species start to make an appearance. I also plan to try and catch an elusive 2lb roach this winter/spring. This is a project that really does excite me as I will be planning some sessions on two new waters, that rarely see a coarse angler but definitely hold some absolute clonkers, and from what I have heard could do fish a lot bigger than my target. As with most fishing in Ireland, weather and water levels will dictate to when I get to approach these red finned beauties and all the action could come within a small window, so I plan to have everything packed and ready for them as I await a phone call to tell me they are on and I should get myself off down to the river for what could be all or bust.
Come spring I also hope to catch up with some specimen bream and hybrids which have eluded me for the past couple of years. If you have read previous blog posts, you will know it was not from a lack of effort but more – wrong place wrong time. Prebaiting is the name of the game here and a lot of it, which isn’t easy when some of the venues are not too close to home. However, if I keep an eye on the conditions and see a good opportunity coming my way, one big hit of bait and then fishing at the right time could see me hit the jackpot.
All this comes from reading some really interesting theories about big bream and their feeding habits a few years ago on some Irish fishing forums where people like Bill Collins have really opened the eyes to a lot of anglers on how to approach these fish. Keeping an eye out just for weather conditions alone is not enough, there is a lot more involved and learning to watch how air pressure rises and fall on a barometer and how it effects fish will certainly put you in with a better chance being on the bank when the fish are actually feeding. If you have the chance you should certainly do some googleing on the subject and you should come across the posts which are on certain forums and the information written in them is like gold dust for the serious angler.
As soon as the bream will have gone to their spawning grounds it should hopefully be time for the tincas to come out to play if winter doesn’t continue on until June like last year. Having noted a lake or two with some really good fish in I plan to carry on targeting these with the hope I can add to my pb from last year. It may sound like a cliche but it really is a joy sitting in a swim with the mist coming off the lake in the early morning in the hope that when your float next dips you will be attached to an angry tench bolting for the nearest reed bed. Although my target is to beat my pb, I don’t think it is beyond the realms of possibility that I could come a across an Irish 8lber and it is this incentive that will keep me plugging away.
Although I will continue to fish for tench throughout the summer once the prime months of May and June have passed I will not be putting in the same amount of time for them as I hope to really try and get back into some proper carp fishing this year. Location really is my main pit fall when it come to my carping as most of the north west of Ireland is barren of decent waters, but there are a couple of ultra low stock lakes that I have been fishing this past year or so with not much to show for. A handful fish in ten acres really is a challenge but they are catchable and if I do manage to land one, it will really make my year. I do however plan to do some travelling this season to some more productive fisheries both in Ireland and hopefully the UK to help put the odds in my favour.
One of the fun things about writing a blog is it tends to kick my arse into diversifying somewhat to make it more interesting to read, and I will certainly be back out trying for some salmon and sea trout this year as it would be a sin not to target them when they are so plentiful in the waters where I live. But as with everything there is so much to do and so little time. If I manage to crack even a few of my targets this year then I certainly won’t be disappointed.
On a different note, I am delighted to have been asked to join the Pallatrax team this year. Pallatrax are one of the most innovative and forward thinking fishing companies out there as far as I can see and 2014 really is going to be a busy year for us. If you have not come across them , they are responsible for products like the ‘Stonze’ range of weights which are patented worldwide and really are a one off system which are environmentally friendly. Their ‘The hook’ range have been a favourite of mine for quite a few years and is a pattern that has put a lot of fish on the bank for me and one I have complete faith in.
It is not just their end tackle they have become well known for though, their bait range is also one of a kind. Their ‘naturals’ range really caught my eye when I was doing my fisheries management course a couple of years ago and was learning about invertebrates and fly life which fish naturally feed on. The range includes a plethora of naturals like gammarus, daphnia, bloodworm which I am really looking forward to trying out this year in certain angling situations.
Pallatrax also do a wide range of boilies, squabs, pellets, method mixes and quality glugs which have been responsible for some big catches all over Europe. For a full look at their range and to check out how some of their products work, check out their website at: http://pallatrax.co.uk as well as their facebook page for up to the minute reports at: https://www.facebook.com/pallatrax
Pallatrax also expanded last year with the launch of their sister company ‘Lone Angler’. The company is fronted by barbel angling legend Trefor West and they do a great range of quality rods and luggage as well as some other interesting baits concepts. For a full low down on what ‘Lone Angler’ has to offer you can see their products on the website: http://www.loneangler.co.uk/
I would like to thank company head honcho Simon ‘Pom’ Pomeroy for asking me to join the team as well as big fish guru Jez Brown for his help and look forward to seeing how this exciting range of products work in my angling situations here in Ireland.
Well that’s it for today, I would just like to wish you all a happy new year and hope that you enjoy your fishing as much as possible and catch some whackers along the way.
Tinca Tinca – The Tenchfishers (Harper Books)
Well I am at the wrong end of the tench season to be really writing a review for this book, but if you are not keeping busy in the colder months pike fishing, then this is a great book to keep away the tinca blues till the spring. The Tenchfishers if you have not heard of them are a specialist group of like minded anglers who were first founded in 1954 but have been a proper organisation since 1967 and are all about the pursuit and love of tench.
Predominantly a specimen group of anglers, they have regions all around the UK and Ireland much like the PAC (Pike Anglers Club). They have annual fish-ins for members (usually at Horseshoe lake) and produce a couple of magazine bulletins a year which are worth the joining up fee alone.
Among their members are some of the most renowned tench anglers in the history of the sport with the likes of Len Head, Chris Turnbull, Jim Gibbinson, Bob Church and Phil Jackson having all been involved in some aspect over the years.
There have been many requests for the tenchfishers to produce a book seeing as they already had a mountain of great articles produced through their bulletins and thankfully earlier this year Tinca Tinca came to fruition. The contributors list is like a who’s who of esteemed tench anglers and the book is a mix of articles from the bulletins with an amazing array of new material written especially for the book.
The publishers, Harper Angling seem to have had a knack of producing stunning books over the years including titles like ‘Mammoth Pike’ and its recently released follow-up by Nev Fickling, ‘The Biggest Fish Of All’ by the Perchfishers and ‘Ultimate Pike’ by Dave Horton.
A common theme with books from Harper is the quality and feel of them and I think they make a real emphasis on producing good looking books. The cover design of Tinca Tinca is no different and features an underwater illustration from David Miller whilst the actual book is close on 400 pages of thick set glossy pages crammed with mouth watering pictures of the main character.
When the book arrived in the post my first port of call was to check out the Irish section in it as we all like to read things we can relate to. The chapter has contributions from Mike ‘Dingle’ Tudor, Keith Berry and Irish record holder Nick Parry along with historic facts and figures from Finbarr Quigley and Bill Brazier amongst others. As expected I wasn’t disappointed, especially reading about the dedication some of the Irish tench anglers apply to their trade. It really made me step up a gear with my own fishing this season. If you are an avid tench angler in Ireland then some of the stories will definitely wet your appetite and show you the rewards that are out there if effort is applied.
From there I found myself jumping around chapters that caught my attention and related to my own fishing. The book gave me a kid running around a sweet shop vibe, flicking from chapter to chapter instead of sitting down and reading from the start. After my higglety pigglety approach, I have now decided to give it another go from the start, like most normal minded anglers most likely have.
The book covers everything you need to know about tench and how to approach fishing for them be it on wild Irish loughs, low stock UK gravel pits, vast windswept reservoirs or intimate farm ponds. Bait is covered in as much depth as you dare and the variety of different theories are all very helpful as long as you don’t get too bogged down with it all.
Tactically wise it is very interesting reading how times have changed in tench fishing and many fads have come and gone whilst some of the basics have stayed true through the years. The expected domination of boilies in tench fishing was thought to be the way forward for many as they gained prominence in the carp world, only to for them to still play second fiddle to the humble maggot and caster.
The book does give a lot more than a scientific facts and tactical methods though and if tenchy tales and stories of monsters caught are your thing, you will be happy for sure.
I have read quite a few books related to tench fishing over the years from as far back as Fred J Taylor’s ‘Fishing For Tench’ written in 1979 to the more recent ‘Time For Tench’ by Chris Turnbull, and I have to rate this as the most comprehensive and complete book on old ‘red eye’ out there.
If you have a love for the species or even enjoy a good fishing book then I would hand on heart recommend it. The tenchfishers have not released it into shops although some have appeared on ebay at quite high prices from some entrepreneurial sellers. If you want a copy you can buy it through the tenchfishers website which I will link at the bottom and it costs £35 plus postage and packaging. It does sound a lot but this is a book that you will look back on time and time again once added to your library. I am not sure how many they have published but I suspect it is a limited amount and once gone that will probably be it.
Link to the Tenchfishers website
Link to buy ‘Tinca Tinca’
Fishing For Big Tench – Ray Webb and Barrie Rickards
Another book I picked up in the spring was Ray Webb’s and Barrie Rickard’s classic, ‘Fishing For Big Tench’. This had to be one of the best deals I have done in a while as I got a mint copy on ebay for 99p plus postage. The one I got was the revised 2nd edition and another great read. For those who don’t know, Ray Webb was the holder of the Irish record tench which weighed 7lb 13ozs and was caught at the famous Lanesborough hotwater stretch on the Shannon back in 1971.
The book has a array of stories relating back to their angling trips to Ireland in the 60’s and 70’s when they spent long months fishing for tench around the inner lakes of Lough Ree and various other noted tench hotspots you may be familiar with. It was written before the explosion of mega tench in the UK, and a time when Ireland was a mecca for big fish enthusiasts and a 5lb fish was a real brute of a creature.
Some of the tactics and tackle maybe dated, but this book is so much more than that, it is a journey back in time to when specimen tench fishing was just dawning. Although this book was published in 1976, there a few copies knocking about if you have a search on the web and shouldn’t break the bank should you fancy a look.
If there is one fish that really gets the hackles on my back stirring then it is the Tench. Since I caught my first one aged 7 years old, I have had a love affair which is still as strong today as it ever was. The first time I caught one, it was the shear terror I felt from their awesome power on my little 11ft glass fibre match rod that first got my attention. I was used to catching roach, perch, rudd and maybe the odd skimmer on the canal where I was learning my trade. On this session the pin prick bubbles appeared in my swim, my float dipped, I struck and all hell broke lose. As I tried my best to tame the beast, white with shock, my father watched by with a smile on his face loving my horror as it uprooted lillies and took line as I wildly back wound my trusty Mitchell 300.
When I eventually got it into my landing net and saw the beauty of its smooth scaleless-like body and amusingly small barbules I knew this was the fish for me. Although it was probably no more than 3lb it had faught harder than anything I had ever hooked.
30 years on and having caught most species that swim in Ireland, it is still the Tench that enters my mind as I lie in bed at night having fishy dreams. Over the years I have caught literally thousands of them and as much as I like a busy session on the water bagging up, I much prefer sitting it out in the hope that when my float or alarm beeps the next time that it is the tench of my dreams.
At the start of the year my target was to pursue some of the bigger tench that swim our waters. In Ireland, 6lb is the benchmark for a specimen, and a 7lb fish is a damn good fish whereas the record stands at 8lb 2oz or so. So 7lb was the target for the year and although there are quite a few waters that hold such fish, they are not all that common to catch, partly due to the small amount of angling pressure they receive in ratio to the amount of water available here in Ireland and also the fact that at times they can become intolerantly moody.
My approach over the years has been to do overnighters at waters as often as possible in the peak times of year to hopefully put the odds in my favour. The reason for doing overnight sessions is due to big fish waters being that bit further from my home to just pop up for evening or morning sessions. The waters I would approach would either be ones I have done well on in the past, others that have a history of bigger fish or in more recent years ones I have done some background research and have a hunch with.
My aim this year was to scrap the scatterball approach of hitting various big fish waters and to concentrate on maybe 2 waters and work them for the season. My feeling is that a lot more waters hold 7lb tench than we think and if you stick at your chosen waters, keep them fed and work hard at them, the rewards are there. From talking to some of the better anglers out there who target big tench, this is definitely their prefered approach.
My season started well and my first proper session with a fishing buddy saw us bag a whopping 200lb plus bag of early season tench. Although the lake in question has done some good fish in the past, all the fish seemed to be quite light as they had only woken up from their winter slumber and we didnt get any much bigger than 5lb. However it certainly blew the winter cobwebs away and was the perfect start to the tench season.
From there we headed on to another new water earmarked for the season and we planned to just stick it out come what may. Although fishing was a lot slower due to it having a much lower stock density, the hope of latching onto a bigger fish made it all the more enjoyable. Fishing was hot and cold but I got to find out a lot more about the lake and its moods. Factors like what winds they preffered, their feeding times, baits and successful rigs all made the jigsaw come together. Then just when you thought you had a handle on them and things were coming together, you would blank for the next couple of sessions. The joys of tench fishing.
One thing I found about the water was that I was having next to no joy on my ledger tactics and in that I mean the rods on alarms with either a maggot or method feeder or even small pva bags of castor with a couple of fakes on the hair. All my fish were coming to float tactics.
This didn’t put me off though as I do prefer to fish the float as much as possible and the lake although solid with weed was enjoyable to fish with this way. Silver fish would keep me occupied for the most time but you knew when you were in the witching hour when they buggered off and things went quiet. The next bite would invariably be a tench and that would be the way for an hour before it got too dark at night or too bright in the morning.
The float tactics could not have been simpler with a crude set-up designed to land any fish hooked instead of delicate presentation for more bites. I used good old 8lb Daiwa Sensor mainline straight through to a size 12 Drennan wide gape hook with a bodied waggler set with 4AAA.
As I said previously, the fishing was not hectic but a couple of fish in a session was the norm and the average size was a very respectable 4-5lb. I was even getting quite a few 5lb males which boded well that the water might hold some better females.
One of the enjoyable things about fishing this water was that although I didn’t see much fizzing, they would put on quite a performance of rolling just as feeding time approached . With this activity you could see them at quite close quarters as they nosed out of the water and porpoised before flicking their tails to power down the depths, in doing so showing their approximate size. At first they all looked a decent size but after a few nights of watching this ritual every so often you would catch a glimpse of some much bigger ones and you knew as long as you kept plugging away, you were in with a chance as the were definitely in the area.
As the season progressed the target fish was still eluding me and my main worry was that the weather was changing with a settled high pressure and prolonged heat wave kicking in causing the fish to start showing signs of getting ready to spawn. On maybe my 8th or 9th visit to the lake I was hearing fishing splashing in the weedbeds and I was sure they were getting down to it. That session a 6lb 8oz fish was caught and it was a long lean fish that I couldn’t be sure had spawned or not. This was not too worrying as if they had and fish of that weight were there then surely a 7lb spawned out fish was possible.
The next overnighter went much the way of the previous sessions and I managed 3 fish that evening to 5lb 10oz, however they were all good stocky fish that didnt look like they had recently been getting down and dirty. That night also saw me lose a good fish which might have been landed if I had not been so hard with it. Obviously I didn’t want to lose them to the weed but I felt I was giving it just a bit to much welly.
The following morning I was up at 3.50am and sat and watched the lake for 20 minutes with a coffee as the sun started to peak over the horizon. Things looked good for a fish or two with some good tench rolling over the baited area. I cast my float out at 4am and although fish were showing we couldn’t buy a bite from either a tench or a silver. I was using a variety of baits on the hook from my usual cocktail of corn and caster, to worm, pellet, red maggots and even bread. By 7am it was starting to heat up and I thought my chance had gone for this session however I said I would not move until I got at least one bite.
My chance came half an hour later when my float baited with a favourite combo of 3 castor and 3 red maggots slid away out of the blue and I struck into what was obviously a decent tench. Remembering my mistake the night before I was a little more gentle with the fish and apart from one or two runs towards the rush beds I was in control of the fight. Into the net she went and at first I thought it might scrape 6lb, however my mate Craig said I was off my rocker and it was a proper lump. It wasn’t until I lifted her from the water that I noticed the frame and weight of it. Surely this wasn’t it.
Craig said will we get her on the scales straight away and I agreed still rambling on about it being a mid 6lber, however he was slagging me saying I was well off and it was well over 7lb. We put her into a bag and onto his calibrated scales that were zeroed and it went down to 7lb 10ozs. I had done it and by quite a bit.
Over the moon was not the word and only after cradling her in my hands for the pictures did I realise the actual size of her and how lucky I was to have landed such a fish. Her bulk was immense but in proportion to her body with her not being overweight from spawn. The fact that it was only 8 or 9 ounces under the long running record only dawned on me whilst sitting down with a celebratery cigeratte and a coffee ten minutes later. I was literally grinning like a cat for the next few days.
Having read Keith Berry’s insperational article in the Tenchfishers book about catching his impossible tench of 8lb9ozs after setting several targets for himself over the years, I think that have to set my target now towards an 8lb tench no matter how hard it will be. Whether I will ever see let alone catch an Irish 8lb fish is another matter as they are as rare as hens teeth. I know a few people who have achieved it over the years and although it will be difficult, you are always in with a chance if you are fishing a water that contains them. As the saying goes, you can only catch whats in front of you and if you are not on a water that holds fish of this size then no matter how hard you fish you are never going to achieve your goal. So I will continue to fish the lake in the hope that I have not caught the biggest one in there but still savour every moment on the bank no matter how big the tench are I catch.
One thing I don’t want to do is get blinkered and devalue smaller fish along the way and forget the reason I first fell in love with them in all those years ago.
For the rest of the season I will still be doing some sessions for tench but I also aim to try and get myself a double figure bream and a wily carp or two from one of the relatively unfshed waters I have on my doorstep before the pike season rolls in.
Until next time, tight lines.
What strange weather for fishing as a whole we have experienced so far this year. It started off in glorious sunshine and warmer than usual weather in March, then April and May really were significantly a lot colder and wetter than usual. I had a carefully planned itinerary for the year targeting various species and waters, but that all went out the window as my planned attack had to be rethought.
My first port of call was for the bream, but as March was so warm I feared they might spawn early. However the cold weather of April put the blinkers on that, and I saw a window of opportunity for May to do a serious pre-baiting session and hopefully nab a couple of big ones before they did the deed on a massive wild Irish Lough.
My plans seemed to be going well at first, 2 weeks of hard graft with a fishing pal, which saw a lot of miles put on the clock and a small mountain of bait distributed to the said water. Every third day we would boat out 30-40kg of various goodies, from flaked maize and ewe nuts, to catering cans of corn and prepared bird-food or as the uk carpers call it parti-mix, plus the usuals like dead maggots, pellets and wheat.
This was distributed in an area the size of a tennis court where I know the bream congregate before spawning. Things looked good as bream were seen rolling in the evenings in our chosen spots as we piled yet more bait in, which showed us we weren’t wasting our time, or so I thought.
We planned a 2 night trip over a weekend, as I cant just up sticks and leave with kids and work commitments. Sods law saw the hottest 3 days of the year and the hundreds if not thousands of bream went into giggidy giggidy mode and wouldn’t look at a bait no matter what treat we had prepared for them
We did observe them from a boat as they courted each other right underneath us oblivious to our presence, but there wasn’t a hope they were going to be caught, so we cut our losses and let them have an early night.
I did have a cast for them the following week for a couple of hours, and had a few hybrids and a very welcome 2lb9oz perch, but the bream had moved off out of the area, most likely to a nearby river to clean themselves after spawning. Surprisingly, I had never caught a roach or hybrid in this water up until 3 years ago. It was bream after bream. The make up of the lakes biodiversity is obviously now changing since the roach introduction 8 to 10 years ago and they have made their mark, but hopefully the bream which do grow large there will still be available to anglers in years to come.
After all the massive pre-baiting sessions, I decided to head for the Tench which are my favourite of all the warm weather species. I did some trips to local lakes and did bag up on loads of fun sized tench but it’s the bigger ones I have been after over the years and some the richer less populated lakes of Leitrim were on my list of targets this year.
Although the tench are one of the most frustrating fish known to man, there is something special camping up on a lakeside and getting up at 4am to watch nature wake up and see the mist or more recently rain on the water as the tell tail signs of tench feeding by the fizzing bubbles they produce as they scour the lake bed in search of their breakfast.
This can also be the most nervous of times too, as bubbles get closer to your float then head in a different direction and it’s a mind game of stick or twist as whether to follow them or keep your nerve. The latter usual works better for me if I feed properly and have my float set up right.
I usually couple the float rod with a ledger rod on the alarms to give me the best opportunity. On the sleeper rod I usually use a method feeder or a black cap maggot feeder with short hooklinks and either fake corn or fake castor hair-rigged for self hooking. On some of the weedier water I fish this also helps with presentation and sometimes helps with hooking as the buoyancy of the rubber bait and the weight of the hook make it more natural than plain old baited hooks, and less conspicuous on wary fish, and the bait is in their mouths before they now what to do with it.
A few spods of chosen bait are put over the area I fish as opposed to the hundreds I would use for bream if we didn’t have the use of a boat. I like to use castor, pellets, dead reds and hemp for my tench although I never leave home without the trusty can of sweetcorn.
Some people really like to pile the bait in for tench, but on some lakes I find this can put them off and I like to fish for a bite at a time when they are finicky. No doubt both methods work, but if the tench are not in large numbers I try and sit on my hands and keep the bait bowl as far away as possible and just give them enough attraction and food for one to slip up. But as always all lakes differ and tench never read the rule book.
Again the rain has dictated the spots I could fish as a lot of lakes are flooded and unfishable, so some homework and guidance from some good people has seen me get onto a couple of waters to get some action from the tincas. I haven’t broken any records but have had some very respectable fish and would you believe it some bream when I wasn’t fishing for them. Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers.
As some of my fishing trips see me galavanting around on my lonesome, the dilemma of taking pictures for this article arose. Now I know there are experts in the field of self taking pictures but I am only scratching the surface this year with it. This coupled with the fact that I have a digital camera that only allows me a ten second delay when using the timer saw me in some funny moments. However I have managed to get a couple of pictures that just about did the job.
I use a screw in adapter that goes into the base of my camera, then screws into a bank stick, and all for the princely sum of a couple of euro. Next is to get yourself into the frame as best you can and to choose your background, (which is vitally important for all those secret squirrel specimen hunters).
I take a pic of me holding a pretend fish which a lot of the times is very optimistic looking on my part, then mark your spot with further banksticks so you know where you are meant to be for the all important money shot.
Anyway I was out this morning and put this into practise and as you can see, the fake fish is a lot bigger than the real thing, but I was happy with the framing and picture. No doubt there are photo boffs reading this and laughing, but for a cheap simple set-up, it does the trick.
And no I am not including the several outcuts of me juggling a bream at 6.30am for your amusement, they are getting sent to ‘You’ve been framed’.
This is the time of year when I am either carelessly braving the harshest elements the Irish weather has to throw at me, trying my luck at old Esox, or sat at home beside the fire, going through my angling diaries and excitedly planning my targets for the year to come. I think all of us have some targets at the start of the fishing calendar, be it to visit old haunts that have been kind to us over the years, or to visit new places we have read or heard about or found ourselves through meticulously scouring ordinance survey maps.
Other targets may be to catch a new species, beat a personal best or to catch bumper hauls or target specimens of various fish. Everyone has their own targets and plans, and the thought of getting out away from the hassles of everyday life to attempt them are what all us anglers yearn for. I myself have been fishing in Ireland close to 30 years, and was lucky enough to have been brought out at a young age like most young kids around Dublin, to fish the canals by my father and cut my teeth at catching all range of coarse species.
I remember our annual holiday in the 80’s when we would head up to Cavan for a couple of weeks and fish the hundreds of waters which then and some even now never see another angler. Sometimes we would hit the jackpot and catch some plump wild tench or big bags of bream; sometimes we were not so fortunate. However the memories were always fond and gave me lifelong love for the sport and a desire to spend as much time on the bank as possible.
Since those earlier years I have been lucky enough to fish truly beautiful waters all over the country and have learnt invaluable angling techniques from some of the great anglers I have had the fortune to fish with. I am by no means an expert in any sector of angling, more a jack of all trades. However I do think what I have learned over the years has given me a valuable insight to the areas of angling I tend to concentrate on these days. But show me an angler who knows everything and you will be showing me someone who has possibly lost the passion for angling.
Looking back on last year, my angling conquests were very limited. My fiancé and I were lucky to give birth to a beautiful little girl, who will know doubt be joining me on my fishing trips in the years to come. The time constraints of having a new born along with going back to college to study fisheries management left me with little time on the bank. So any angling time was utilised and had to be planned to a tee.
My pike fishing never really took off for some reason although I was concentrating on a rock hard lough of massive proportions. It seemed that the other few anglers that had been on the lake had been having it just as tough, so I didn’t count myself as too unlucky. There are not many better places in this land to spend a crisp winter day blanking, and every day out on this great sheet of water is a learning curve for future sessions.
A couple of days on some local small waters redeemed my faith in the species and although I didn’t break the 20lb barrier, I did have a couple of doubles. I also got to witness them close up as they were in the process of spawning, a sight I never tire of. At these times I don’t even bring the rods with me, instead some polaroids, binoculars and a camera and marvel at nature at its best. After catching a pike at the end of March that a few weeks previous would have been as full as a bingo bus, but had now obviously been through the rigours of spawning and was as empty as a pub on Good Friday,I thought I’d better leave them to recover and set my sights on my summer quarry.
Tench, one of my favourite summer species, are not so abundant in Sligo where I have been living for the past few years, or so I thought, but I will get into that in another article. However there are a couple of lakes close to me that are worth having a bash and usually come up trumps for a few fish, even if they are not of record proportions.
As usual I started out for them a little early, but getting those misty mornings in and seeing nature waking up gives me a new lease of life and I know they are not to far away. In the coming weeks I did have some cracking morning sessions bagging up to 15 fish in a short sitting, and it is always nice to get a bend in the rod. But after the initial few sessions of bagging up on the smaller ones, my mind as always kept racing, and thoughts of travelling further afield in search of some bigger specimens was the only thing going through my mind.
There are literally hundreds of lakes within an hour’s drive from me that will produce such fish, but as always with last year, time was limited to a few bivvy sessions for them, so I needed to make the best of the precious time I had with them. In these cases no matter how much you prepare to the last minute detail, nature does rules the roost, but I did manage to get some and I also earmarked some waters that will be receiving more attention in the coming year.
The rest of the year saw me flitting around between doing some salmon and sea trout fishing on my local rivers, which have been getting some superb runs of fish. I also did some flirting with the elusive mullet that are found down the road from me and managed to winkle one out, and boy are they great fun on light tackle.
My big bream hunt didn’t quite go to plan, but I was rewarded instead with masses of roach and hybrids, so who am I to complain? So I am here writing this on New Years Eve and looking at my list of targets for the coming season. Well if I wanted to do them all, I would take a decade, so I have had to whittle them down to achievable targets.
The next couple of months are going to be spent after my old adversary the pike to see if I can make amends for last year. Reports coming from around the country don’t sound too good lately with the big girls not going on the feed. But Santa did come a few hours early to a friend of mine Mark on Christmas Eve. He went out with a couple of baits to get some time away from the Christmas madness and managed a beauty of 29.3lb.
I have a couple of lakes and rivers that are good for a big girl booked in my diary and I also have some unfinished business with that big water to see if I can break her secrets. I know they are there and they don’t give themselves up easily, but we all love a challenge.
Talking of challenges, my next target is a few wily old carp which could be just rumours, have definitely not been caught in 40 years, but have been seen once or twice and certainly don’t live in a muddy little pool. From February onwards I am going to spend as many hours as my kind lady will allow in trying to tempt one of these mythical creatures onto my hair-rigged hook. A small baiting campaign is planned at first, and if I do get to see one of them, then I do think I have a chance of catching one of these fish which could be over 50 years old. I am not expecting to topple any records, but to do battle with one of these myths that have straightened many a pleasure angler and match man’s hook would be an unbelievable achievement for me personally.
This project will be ongoing throughout the year though whilst I also target the other species on my hit list. I will not be letting my beloved tench away without a fight this year. I will be revisiting some old spots and others that I know have the potential to do very big fish and I am definitely after a 7lber.
But my real excitement is for a group of lakes that I have been searching for over the past few years from some old maps and accent stockings. The unfished waters have been found and I can’t wait to be the first to wet a line on them. But as I said earlier, that is for another article.
With the big bream that eluded me last year also on my list, I think I have an itinerary that doesn’t sound that chocablock, but will need a lot of time, effort, persistence and a sprinkling of luck. Hopefully the rewards will be revealed on these pages. If I don’t succeed at least I will have had a bloody good time in trying.