August arrives and Monday 4th sees Gareth and I travel to Viaduct fishery to fish Cary pool, ending up on pegs 74 and 75. Gareth choose 75 and had a carp of 5-12 before I had got my pole out!
Straight in to carp- or so it seemed.
The day didn’t go quite as expected with both fishing paste and alternating with corn while feeding micros and 4mm on a 14 hook to 0.18mm line with homemade floats taking 0.6g, the carp didn’t get much of a look in as the skimmers seemed ravenous. I ended up with 3 roach, 45 skimmers and a carp of 9-14 for approx 62lb. Gareth added another carp of 10.04 a roach, 2 rudd and 57 skimmers for 75-80lb.
Gareth et al went off to Newark for a few days to visit the Antiques fair although Gareth also did a bit of fishing as seen above with a carp netted by Zachary!
At some point (time merges when they are here!) we had a short evening session on the Marden at Hazeland with Zachary having a go on the whip and landing a roach and the biggest trout yet which proved interesting as I had forgotten to put the landing net head in!!
While they were away I had a session at Bowood (11:20 -2pm). Thje weed growth had got thicker but worse still rushes were encroaching the middle and I counted 9 pegs that were unfishable with several more problematic. Anyway I persevered on peg 10 and had 8 rudd, a roach and 3 skimmers for 2-10 using the usual tactics.
Sunday 10th sees us at Hazeland for a short session 7:30-8:30 fishing the last weir saw no bites in 15minutes, not even from minnows so we moved up to the car park. I ended up with a trout and 3 minnows while Gareth had a trout and one minnow. Next evening we go to High Penn from 6:30 to 8pm fishing the last peg on the east bank. Gareth fished the method feeder that he had previously used while for a change I set up a 9ft Shimano Beast master and bait runner with a hybrid and wafter. Result was despite several small fish knocks I only had one proper “run” that i missed! Gareth managed 3 rudd and 2 roach among the constant bites, losing about 10 fish in the weed on the retrieve.
That was the last opportunity before I took them backlto Heathrow on the Thursday for their flight back to China. Normal service will now resume!
Since the last post I have not been out much until I received a message from a reader, Robert, who asked if I would be interested in a pdf containing information of fishing in the River Marden around the 70s. I was indeed and subsequently received a pdf with the maps of the Marden and swims fished with what could be expected which certainly got me interested.
So with the imminent approach of Christmas I decided to go for a couple of hours on Monday 23rd. I went light, the haversack seat a Shakespeare Mach 1 bomb rod set up with a 3/8oz bomb on a paternoster style rig and a 8inch hooklength of 0.10mm Shogun to a 16, a waterproof bait bucket which held some worms(that I didn’t use), half a pint of mixed maggots and a towel. Landing net was the Chinese set up- a telescopic carbon handle and fine mesh net. Parking up at Hazeland weir I took a steady walk up section 1 until I reached the end of the field with a stream entering the river, the bridge across it meant I could have continued but the fallen sapling across the overgrown”path” made my decision so I began the return.
Swim 1 (I am now calling this the wall peg!)
With the branches extending over the swim I just used a gentle underhand swing to place my double maggot bait some 5m down the peg halfway across. I settled back and loose fed half a dozen maggots , not really expecting much action. I should mention, if you have not picked up the fact already, that I did not bring a rod rest as I prefer to hold the rod and touch ledger as it allows we to take in the surroundings and not miss any bites! Five minutes passes and I had a rattle that I missed, assuming it was a minnow of which there are many in the Marden (more of this later). The maggots were totally sucked out, so out again with two new maggots, another half dozen thrown out and five minutes later another bite, more of a rap/pluck again missed. Process repeated and five more minutes passed before before a gentle pluck saw me strike and hook something bigger than any minnow that tried its best to get into the bankside snags before revealing itself as a trout of 1-01.
After releasing the trout back I poured myself a congratulatory coffee and lobbed out the double maggots again, not really expecting much more before I would move to the next swim. While watching two grey squirrels play follow my leader in the trees opposite I had another pluck that I missed.Back out again and this time managed to connect with a small roach.
Now I know you are not supposed to move off feeding fish but I wanted to try a few other places on my return to the car. Quickly collapsing the landing net and making my was down stream I opted t not fish the first place as it was quite close to where I had set off from but settled on…
Swim 2
Same process repeated and result was two small roach before I moved again!
On to Swim 3
Repeat above and result was…
Swim 4
You guessed it!
Next couple I didn’t fish
Swim 5
Yep!
At this point I decided to ignore any more and just go to one more swim on the straight at the start of the field for 5 minutes before going. I was joined by another angler dressed out in sparkling blue and orange who was having a fair bit of success until he flew off. Double maggot again and after a couple of casts the tip thudded around and an acrobatic air-borne trout of 0-11 came to the net. At which point I packed up and departed.
The session made me think about where had all the minnows gone, previously it was full of them but not a single one landed/seen. It also occurred to me how much I enjoyed the simplicity of the session and how easy it is to fall into a rut of fishing the same venue/swim every time!
Christmas comes and goes along with a Boxing Day visit to Birmingham, so on 27th I fall back into the rut and wander down to peg 10 – wish I hadn’t! Fished 10-12 and didn’t get a sniff of a bite/run/fish! Packed up at 12 with the fog making the air colder and no indications of fish, even the grebes were not catching!
Sunday 29th decide to have an hour or two on the Pondtail as it was still very dull. Turned up on peg 2 with the whips and after setting up the 4.5m one and just loose feeding for twenty minutes with no indications I made up a handful of dry groundbait and began to feed little nuggets of it. After a further half hour the float without warning buried and I broke the blank so to speak with a small roach, not a good photo as it decided to flip about just as I took it!
I fished on for another 40mins and although the clouds lifted and the sun came out the temperature dropped so with no further indications I trudged back up the hill and home.
Looking down the Pondtail from peg 2. Five minutes later a breeze sprang up and the water was rippled.
Being a glutton for punishment I decided to go next day to the Marden section one. Walked the half mile or so up to the “wall peg” with the same kit as last time and started fishing around 9:30. The main difference this time was I had expectations of bites/fish whereas the last time I was fully expecting to blank! Similar approach and after a quarter of an hour nothing! I then missed a bite or so I thought as a minnow surfaced and promptly let go off the maggot! Nothing for a while and a cup of coffee and a Welsh cake gave me some interest, just as I was thinking of moving further downstream I had a faint quiver on the tip/tremble on the line a strike saw a roach come to the net (could have swung it in really!)
Another dodgy photo! Well I gave it another 5 minutes then moved on, trying a swim further downstream that I had not tried before. While it looked promising it produced nothing. Moving on down it was obvious that the river was fishing hard than before.
I tried another couple of swims and had two minnows from what I called swim 5 from the last visit before moving back to where I had caught the smaller trout last time. A couple of missed bites before a minnow and then just as I was thinking of packing up a half ounce roach. I gave it another five minutes then made my way home.
So checking my diary that I use as a log I have made 96 outings this calendar year, New Year’s resolution- to hit the “ton” in 2025. Happy New Year to you all.
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