Sunday, 30 October 2011

Autumn Gold

Mr Crabtree tells us that Perch are a species that are so synonymous with Autumn,with falling leaves and Autumn mists.And it was with a glad heart I jumped out of bed yesterday to arrive for a few hours Perch fishing at first light.The last time I cast a line on this particular beat of river was November 2009,and as I was walking across the fields great swirls of mists were rising in the chill morning air.You walk down about a mile or so towards the waters edge kicking up dew as you go along.

This particular beat has seen me fish for most species except Perch.And in the years I've been fishing here I have never seen another angler and yesterday was no different.All I had for company were the animals of the wood and an abundance of bird life.I set up in the first swim just as the daylight was breaking over the horizon intending to lay on with a juicy lob worm.But the plethora of leaves coming downstream,twisting and spinning like little upturned beetles made it difficult so I moved swims after half an hour.The second swim was no better also it was alive with Cray fish,time for a stroll to find another area.

I found around half a mile past this area a nice deep under cut and lowered in a link ledger.Sat back and then decided I needed to answer the call of nature,just as I was in full flow the rod was knocking away merrily and lunging for the rod missed the bite and managed to soak my left leg to.So I missed the first bite of the day added to that I pissed all over my self not really an auspicious start.

The wind was really picked up around 11 o'clock showering me and everything in a carpet of leaves.My rod top was constantly knocking with the rubbish that was floating downstream,so holding the rod was the best option and touch ledgerd until 1 o'clock when I packed up.No Perch showed for me today,but I was "Leted" out.

Chublets,Dacelets,Roachlets,Gudgeonlets, all to big to use as live baits for Perch.Around two dozen in total,gorging on my lob worms like it was to be a final meal.How they manage to get a large lobbie and a size 8 hook in their mouths is beyond me.I still had a nice six hours or so sitting in the sun and catching what ever wanted to be caught.Simple fishing really and will leave this beat of river alone until later in the season once hopefully the jack frost arrives.I'll not be able to cast a line now until the 11/11/11 as I'll be busy at work,thankfully though three consecutive Fridays after that date have been set aside for fishing.

Enjoy the rest of Sunday,I'll go out for a cupla around midday and wonder how many of the old boys will be grumbling that the Dukes Head has opened late?When in the truth they forgot to put there clocks back.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Saturday, 22 October 2011

A Quandary

Well this may be for some but not for me,let me begin.In the week I needed to have a quick phone conversation with the club secretary of one of the angling clubs I belong to.With that done he went on tell tell me that last Tuesday,he had to go and witness a large Barbel of over 19lb.A large fish most definitely and jolly well done to the capture.

I actually told him what swim it was caught from before he could tell me.You see there is a little section on a river I've fished on and off for the last ten years,no more than let us say 200 yards long that holds some very large fish.And I can say hand on heart that even though the fish live here,I have never had any inclination to cast a line for them.They seldom move and this section has anglers fishing cheek by jowl mostly seven days a week.It does how ever leave an upside as nearly six miles of river remain free for a few of us to fish in peace.Most of the club seem to flock for this small section and Oh it's by a car park.

I've been asked before why I do not fish this area.It's an easy question to answer for me as firstly I do not like fishing near people.We have,friends and I witnessed anglers fishing 30 yards apart along here.Would I like to catch a Barbel over 15lb?Yes mostly definitely,but on my terms.I'm a bit funny like that to be honest,as in my eyes it would mean very little to catch a fish from along this stretch.Would it make me a better angler to catch a large Barbel.Not really no,if you spend enough time here you will eventually bore one out.I'm not knocking people who want to fish this area and this area alone,but I'm not sure what pleasure you derive from fishing the same swims over and over.This group of fish have grown steadily over the years from 13 and 14lb.Fish we thought may move due to the pressure,but they appear to stay put.Perhaps it's all the pellet that gets thrown at them.So would you,the angler suddenly think............."Wow big fish that,I fancy some of that and I know the area" and shoot off down there.Or would you like me,just offer a wry smile and carry on fishing in peace.It's a quandary for some I guess.

As for me I've simply not had the time to get out this week as work as ever has been manic,I will try and get out Sunday afternoon though.Though conditions look far from perfect.Still he who dares Rodney,he who dares.

Moving on..................I had a call into the Yat phone in the week(I get more gossip than Max Clifford) about a well know angler in the Midlands and friend to some of us.It appears he has an unearthly fixation with people like this........

No not reformed coke heads,aliens.He has folders and folders of bumph in his spare room.He logs all information from all over the world on UFO sightings,alien abductions etc.Also the geek is going to California next year for a UFO convention.Now us anglers may seem a strange lot to some,but this is proper weirdo territory.A clue for you all,he supports the "Dogs Heads".

And keeping with the football theme.Did anyone listen to Talk Sport last night and the comments made about Doncaster Rovers.Apparently according to one wag they are a nothing club,with no fan base and that folk in Yorkshire support the likes of Leeds and the two Sheffield clubs.It's still there to listen to on the Talk Sport website.I had a little chuckle though as I know a certain blogger who follows the Rovers and wonder what his take on it is?

Lastly I work with a Stoke City fan,he left the lovely potteries many years ago and came south.Though he still gets to around half a dozen games a season.And he always brings back a copy of a fanzine The Oatcake.I had to take a photo of the front cover and put this on here.This lad crashed out,drunk as a lord for the whole 90 minutes when Stoke played away to Swansea recently.People tried to wake him,but alas to no avail and there but for the grace of god.....I doff my tifter from Yat Rock to you young sir.Your a legend.

Enjoy your weekend.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Black Bin Bags

Sorry I could not resist this.

Posted on the laugh factory that is Fatwa World,home of aspiring Nazi anglers.Read the post by Wayne Glossop.Is it me or doth he take this angling caper a little to serious?Time in prison for a fish what ever next.

Now watch this,you can imagine two of the Fatwa World Team selling black bin bags at Asda in Swindon.

The pub will be open soon thank god.

Be Lucky

Monty D

Saturday, 15 October 2011

Way Back When

Yesterdays angling trip was a little flat.My new fishing buddy was supposed to meet me around 08.00 as we had decided the previous week.Thursday night saw me tackling up with two Pike rods one for him and one for me.Friday morning I jump out of bed a quick shower and some toast and I'm off down the river for first light.It had turned a good deal colder overnight and I sat and watched the mist rising like a procession of spirits on there way to who knows where.

Anyway about an hour later Edwards daughter turned up and said her farther was feeling under the weather with a cold and could not fish.Nice of here to come down and tell me though,it does seem everyone has a rotten cold at the moment.Hopefully another time as I want to help catch him a Pike or two.I've got a few holiday days to take off in November so fingers crossed and all that.

I blanked yesterday and by mid morning the sun was belting down as it is today.The river seemed lifeless and in need of a drop of rain.The day passed by in a haze really and my mind drifted back to how and when I started to fish.My first rod and reel was bought back in 1980 from Woolworth's aged ten I was then.Black and White Shakespeare,snap lock reel seat and a rubber stopper at the butt end that hid a deep maroon colour glass rod.At ten feet long it was the bollocks.Chuck in a few sundry items and I was finally good to go.

No one in my family has ever fished and they assumed within a couple of weeks that I would get bored,and tuck the tackle away.I've never been blessed I suppose with what you would call an even temperament,suffering fools not.No patience either,liable to walk out of a bank Que rather than waste five precious minutes of my life.But here I still am today fishing 31 years later and if you asked me why I could not tell you.

I started out on the Regents Canal in Hackney.Here is a little photo(not mine) of how she looks in Haggerston now.I've spent a fair amount of time in my old manor over the last three months or so and the area has undergone a huge transformation.I can't believe a one bedroom apartment in Dalston Square will cost you £365,000.

Back in my day it was mostly large estates.Our was the Kingshold(big up the Well Street Massive).You had The Holly Street,Frampton Park,Kingsmead,Pembury etc. etc.But near these ran the Regents Canal.And I have a confession(I feel like an alcoholic here)......My name is Monty Dalrymple and I did not catch a fish for two years.No honestly I did not,not even a humble Gudgeon.You see I had no one to show me,no one fished or was interested in fishing.I went without fail most weeks come wind,rain or shine.Wrapped up in multi layers,five pairs of socks to try and keep my feet warm.We have all been cold over the years,but Christ did the wind whip down the Regents in the winter.I did not know how to shot a float properly,I can still see in my minds eye me trying to impale a gentile on a size 8 hook.

But I never gave up,kept going much to my Mothers dismay,she hated her fridge being used for bait.Until one day when and old boy came along the path and stopped and told me and I still hear these words today"You need to shot your float down son and plumb the depth".He may as well asked me to explain quantum physics.He said he lived close and would be back shortly and sure enough he was.He spent some time with me and off he went just like that.And that day I caught a Roach about six inches long.I was a fisherman at last and did not stop talking about it all night.Next weekend I caught eight small Perch,yes eight.I still smile now for when I told my Dad I had eight and the look on his face said......Of course you did son.I never got the chance to really thank that old boy for what he gave me,a gift.The gift of time and without him I may have well jacked it all in.That's why I always try and offer help to kids when fishing,though seldom see any these days.But will the anglers of today and there constant want,need,must have the best swim info on fishing forums still be around in 31 years time,maybe, maybe not.Try and fail but keep trying.What is the point if every thing about angling is so desperately easy.

Of course I expect he may be long gone now from this earth,though if he isn't I would assume he would be nearing 90 or so.I would like to think he was still walking along the toe path offering a few sage words when needed.But I walked not three weeks ago from Haggerston down to Colombia Road flower market on a bright Sunday and saw not a soul fishing.So he may always remain a very cherished memory.And I,unbeknown to him owe that man a huge debt of gratitude.Thank you.

Below we have my mate Yessling Ying with a Salmon of 10.7 he caught last week while fishing for Roach.Caught on a trotted Tare no less and landed on a 2lbs bottom.I have had to obscure his face as he serves with the finest regiment in the world.And is based at Creden Hill,in the lovely county of Hereford shire.Cracking fish mate,beats slotting the Taliban does it not?Or knowing you as I do then maybe not and I'll see you in a few weeks.

That's about it,lovely warm weather down in the tropical south.I'm off to West Ham later as we play Blackpool.So what ever you do,do it well.Perch next week at some stage for me,as Chez Monty has an abundance of worms.

Be Lucky.

Monty D

Saturday, 8 October 2011

New Found Friend

I managed to wangle a day off from work yesterday intending to fish for Perch,but had a last minute change of plan as the lob worms in my local tackle emporium were crap.I normally order mine online about a 100 at a time and these keep if looked after for a few months.So instead I thought I would try and catch a few Pike from my local river.

I arrived at first light,my rod was already made up and cast out.Then an old boy came along and asked If I would mind moving as he could not walk far.I was set up in slow area below a weir and fancied it to produce a few fish.What can you do?I moved above him to this swim here,so he could feeder fish below me.

I had a chat with the old boy a few times in the morning and it turns out he was 81 years old and likes to fish every Friday.To be truthful he was utterly charming and a bit of a character.I was blanking though in fine style while he was getting silver fish a chuck.His daughter collected him just before noon,but before he departed he asked If he could Pike fish with me in the future as he had not caught one for many a year.I gave a quick call to work and arranged to take a day off next Friday,so he may appear here next week.He does have Internet access and as he said....."It's a real boon to us oldies you know Jason it is not all bed pans and blankets just yet".

With my new fishing partner gone I moved back to where I originally started.And between noon and 1300Hrs I had four pick ups that resulted in two Jacks about 5/6lbs and two lost fish one that felt much better than the stamp I had caught.I was trying something different as I normally use treble hooks for my Pike fishing.This rig here...

There has been a fair amount written over the last few years about the pros and cons of single hook rigs for Pike fishing.I will give it a few more sessions yet,but will dispense with the barbless hook and try a larger barbed single.No one likes to loose fish on a regular basis but If I keep dropping fish shall revert to treble hooks.Still a nice few hours though and I'm looking forward to next Friday already.

Moving on.......Here we have Rich,Rick,Richard?Frampton with his new PB caught in the week.Well done sir,you do though look like you have something on your mind?Maybe that nasty,unscrupulous ex(though it's not been announced yet) BS Treasurer chap.Who not only suffers from amnesia,he also mislays things......Allegedly

Lastly we go back to my old friends at BFW aka Fatwa and this wonderful thread here.No one disputes that we do not have a problem with poaching in the UK at present.But lads try and put across a lucid point or two,instead of a herd mentality.

Below are the Fatwa masses heading off to Poland in the Spring for there annual fishin.

That's about it.Enjoy your weekend if your out on the bank take time to look around you.It's not all about what you catch.

Be lucky

Monty D

Saturday, 1 October 2011

Speciman Angler Branches Out

You simply cannot keep a good man down or so it seems.My inbox here at Yat Rock is normally very adept at filtering out spam e-mails.But this one here managed to sneak in.

"Well known Coventry big fish man Phil Smith,has decided to bring out his own brand of sartorial elegance to the masses and has launched his own male grooming range""Phil was tired of Bivvy Tramps cluttering up Orchard Lakes when on bailiff duties and both he and that dapper don Marsh Prattley got there heads together and came up with the idea"

The blurb went on........"Phil thought he could teach all you balding men the art of a good comb over".Who would have thought it eh,sheesh what ever next?It's made me wonder what other well known anglers may plug in the future.I'm sure I can come up with a few though.

I also spotted this from Yat Rock recently...............

The Worlds largest sperm bank in Denmark is asking Scottish women planning to use their services to "consider a ginger" after revealing "a lack of demand" for red-haired children.Cryos,has stopped donations from red-haired men after it reached it's capacity of 70 liters(you can see where I'm going with this I'm sure).A recent study predicted that red hair could die out in the next 100 years and Ole Schou,a director at Cryos said"We would be more than happy to supply people in Scotland who are looking for a child with red hair.I know that it's popular in places like Scotland and Ireland".Look below would you and pray that the ginger gene does indeed die out.

Well it's the traditional start of the Pike fishing season today.But down in the South East of the country we are experiencing temperatures of around 80 degrees.What does it all mean?Is global warming true and not just a flash in the pan made up by some tree hugger who reads The Guardian.I remember when October used to look like this in the photo below.OK I did not take this last October,but December but you get the gist I'm sure.Will we get another really Arctic winter here in the UK,I hope not but time will tell.

No fishing this weekend as I'm off to football later as we are away to Crystal Palace this afternoon.Nice day for a few pints and to take in a game.Predictions from Monty,a draw I think.No tip for the Arc either,as the horse I would have backed Nathaniel,was pulled out in the week owing to the fast going over in Longchamp.I did tell the lads down on the Wye last weekend that may be the case.

So I'll wish you all a very good weekend and as ever.

Be Lucky

Monty D