Saturday, 28 June 2014

Perch on Lures Part Two

After the debacle of the hole in the landing net on opening day, I was keen to get out and have another session, using the lure tackle. I did in the week, purchase a new net. In truth I felt very smug, in that I made my own decision, no need to look through 957 threads on landing net's you know where.

Walked into my local tackle shop, picked up a net, paid and walked out again. It felt liberating, to have ones own mind. But prior to starting fishing this morning I thought it best to double check.


Prick.

I only had a window of three hours before the forecast storms came, but selecting to fish a different beat of river this week I spent as much time, cutting my way down to the water as I did on opening day. So a three hour session equates to about 90 minutes fishing. For the first half an hour, casting two inch Kyoptos proved fruitless.

So I changed over to a surface lure, moved down stream to an area that had lots of streamer weed. First cast and the lure came back across the weed, rather than up through the channel. The second cast was spot on,I brought the lure very slowly up through the clearing and WALLOP, it was gone. No need to strike this fish wanted this bait badly, my first thoughts were Jack! Then I caught sight of it in the crystal clear water, big Perch, very nice fish that. Clutch slackened off a little, you don't want a hook pull with this one sunshine. This is about the time I normally converse with God "Please,please God, please don't let this fish come off". God had my back and she went into the net first time.

Peering over the bank and into the net, I thought "That may just beat your PB of 3.12.".Unhooking mat given a liberal soaking, scales and camera ready and up she comes. I'm shaking now, what a cracking fish. Scales zeroed, up she goes tick ,tick, tick and the needle goes around and settles on 3.10. Two ounces short but a PB on a lure, chuffed as hell.






She will be a big girl at the back end of the season, a simply huge frame. If you have never caught a large Perch, you can't fully understand how big they are in the flesh. And people tell me they are not worth targeting in the summer, as they are not at their best,well bollocks to that.

This is the lure that done the damage today, a small Brown Bomber.




I had two more, both around two pound, so a good morning. I was home by eleven, soaked in a downpour, stung, bitten but very happy.

Next week I'll take it easy, fish all day in one swim and wait for the Pin to wake me up.



Random Irritations Part Three.

I must be getting grumpier as the years go by. Pursuing various forums recently certain phrases have been creeping in that really piss me off. One is "Thanks for Sharing" when another poster, submits a photo and you get "Thanks for Sharing". What's that all about ?

The seemingly ubiquitous use of the now fabled +1 winds me up, stop will you, I beseech thee, your like a flock of sheep without the brain power! Just because someone posts +1, you do not have to follow suit. Think for your selves will ya.

But the kiddy, the main man, is the phrase "Good Skills". Now this really does make the blood pressure rise, you may as well post " I'm a total arse kisser and please be my internet chum"'Grrrrr. Perhaps something more thoughtful  is " Nice fish mate, well worth the effort", then again maybe not.

Deep breaths Monty, breathe in, breathe out.Nurse.......


Bitegate.

Last word on the Louis Suarez and can he bite like a nag saga, this cartoon in Thursdays Times made me chuckle, very apt it is to. What can you say about our lot though, poor, dreadful, shite or they just do not seem to care. Either way you look at it, their can be no excuses. We just cannot cut the proverbial Coleman's in such rarefied competitions, nope San Marino is about our limit at present. Even then it's all kick,bollock and bite, no one wanting to produce that little piece of sublime magic. Scared of touching the ball as if it's a stick of dynamite, just hoof.

I've not had any music videos on here for ages, so I thought I would slip in, one of my favorite Nina Simmone songs, seeing as those poor folk down at Glastonbury are forecast to get a drenching. My stepdaughter has gone for the weekend, now I thought she was mad. For who in their right mind, wants to camp out, get cold,  and covered in mud? But then I thought, who is the mad one. Years ago I used to Bivvie up for a few days at a time, in the vain hope of a Carp or two, but possibly the main difference between then and now, is that more drugs were available on the waters I used to fish than at "Glasto". Yes, you LoneWolfy, I know all about your syndicate, it may contain some ancient fish, but it's like a scene from Cheech and Chong and your Bivvie comes with it's own bong, with Pizza Hut on speed dial, for how we say "those peckish moments".

Footnote: I'm not glamorizing the use of drugs people, be like Zamo and just say NO! If your aged under thirty and reading this, I assume Zamo will mean sweet FA to you, so crack on at will. On your heads be it.








Nina had her mental health issues, but then don't we all ? But the lady had a style of her own and I for one love her music.

Enjoy the rest of your weekend and if your on the bank, watch out for the weed, it's a killer.


Be Lucky.

Monty D

Saturday, 21 June 2014

Summer Solstice

Wow today is the longest day, and blog friend Yessling Ying sent a cupla of photos into the Yat Phone here at Yat Rock. No long haul flights for this family, no Butlins, they really went native. They trooped off to Stonehenge and got bang on it.


Magic Mushroom Soup, Vorrest of Dean Quiche, that has added fingers and hooves for that extra taste. What's not to like if your from the Vorrest? Below is Ying leading the assembled throng, the chant is almost tangibly, "Son of sons, give me my Wye double Boris FFS" .



Below we have the real photo sent into the Yat Phone, sunrise over Stonehenge, by the man himself. How can you not love this ? Why was it built ,how many of our forefathers have stood their over the century's, just like Ying today thinking " I could kill a Sausage and Egg Mac muffin right now" Or maybe not ?




Cracking photo though mate, glad you all enjoyed it . Now I was supposed to fish today, but work got in the way. Shit happens, it really did, I got a call late last night from our security guard along the lines of " You have a leak over your office", not just mine. A large area, it was a soil pipe that had gone BANG. You can imagine the mess ?


So if your out on the bank.

Be Lucky

 Monty D





Monday, 16 June 2014

Does It Count?

Today was a total change for me to start this river season, I decided to fish with lures and target the large Perch that inhabit this particular river. Lure fishing is something that became of interest to me, at the back end of last season. So in that respect it is all new to me, lot's to learn. I've caught plenty of three pound plus Perch before, but mainly with worms and live Minnows. But I wanted to explore the river more as opposed to fishing static.

The river looked stunning today, but was totally over grown, you had to cut your way down to the waterside. I fancied a swim that has produced the goods for me in the past and set up with a Hammer swim bait, for the first twenty minutes nothing. Then a brief hook up, that came adrift after a couple of seconds. Casting back out and twitching the bait back past some tree roots, the rod gave a knock and a good Perch was on. I bullied the fish a little, the fish came to the top quickly and you can never tire of seeing a large Perch flank in those vibrant colours. She was pushing three pounds I thought and netted her.

I left the net in the water, got the camera and scales ready and went to lift her out. The net was by now empty! It took a couple of seconds of my gawping to understand what had happened, the line was going through a hole in the net, that in my haste to set up I had not noticed. Playing the fish in the conventional manner was now out of the question, I hand lined the fish up, I could feel a jag, jag, jag as she shook her head. The fish was now out of the water, I was so near and then she flipped and the hook pulled and splosh, she was gone.

Now those who know me, could no doubt understand the expletives that littered the air like confetti. June the 16th, miles from anywhere, a lost fish and a hole in the net and it was not even seven o'clock. I had to do a patch up job with some braid.



I made such a complete bollocks up of that swim I decided to move, as you can see every area fished had to be battered down to access the river, stung by nettles to hell and back.




Only one more fish made an attempt, that was a small jack that slashed at my bait on the shallows and missed. I fished on until noon, but retired utterly knackered, covered in sweat and pollen. So I'm not sure I can count the one that got away ? Sure she was in the net, very briefly obviously, but she was not unhooked by my fair hand, no photo's just a memory of the one that passed me by. So I'm of the opinion it does not count.

Still with a river like this to fish and not another soul about for miles, just deer and  the bird life to keep me company, your not find me complaining, well maybe just a little for my crass stupidity.








Not the auspicious start I had in mind, many things to learn with this lure game, but all together it was still a nice way to spend a Monday morning.


Be Lucky.


Monty D


Thursday, 12 June 2014

You Know It's Coming

On a river near you are Frank and Fred, enjoying a little chat.




"Alright Frank, how was your Spring?"
"Not to bad Fred, just back from Marbs, where I saw the cast of TOWIE and what a shower of shite that lot are".
"Not good that Frank, anyway what did you want to have a word about?"
"It's coming Fred"
"What's coming?
"That lot"
"What lot?"

"That lot, the ones who shall not be named"
"Oh for fooks sake, is it that the time of year already"
"Yep the FATWA lot are primed and ready to go, Christ I have been reading some drivel the last few months over their. This underwater app comes in reet handy, I'm now well versed in landing nets, the pros and cons of the close season, lobster or crab boilies that one gadje even asked about recently"

"Oh do leave off, they are both crustaceans we are not fussy ,said poster needs to get a fooking life"
"Aye, but to them we are the be all and end all, they are trying to get a Barbel caliphate to cover the whole of the UK"

"But we have not even spawned yet, that is due to start on Sunday afternoon and go on for a week or so, can they not give us a fooking break"
"Afraid not my old son, we are the be all and end all to them as I said before, forget the Royal Roach the Pugnacious Perch, even the melodramatic Millers Thumb. They have waited and debated three long months, and they must be sated with their Boris, Whisker and most annoyingly Beards!"

"I don't suppose they will reconsider?"
"Fook all chance my old son, so batten down the hatches as you know it's coming"

"Fancy a pint down the Row Barge, before it get's to busy"
"Yep race you to the bottom of the Dalston beat, loser get's 'em in"



I'll be out as many of us will on Monday, but plan to do something completely different this year. I'm really buzzing about the start. The close season seems to fly past quicker as one get's older. So to everyone, friend, foe, fisherman. Let us hope the weather is much kinder this coming season and just enjoy doing what yo do. For we never really know what is around the corner.



The World Cup.

Just a very quick one on this, I'm just hoping to see some exceptional football played, highly unlikely by our "Kick and Rush" boys, who I feel will struggle to get out of the group. Lady D and I have both drawn Brazil in our respective work sweep stakes, so that's a touch!

I would like to see,without England of course a final between Brazil and Argentina. I honestly do not think a European side will win in South America. Plenty of good games to see in the group stages though. So enjoy.


Once again, enjoy your season, maybe deviate from species to species as many of us do and give the single species myopia a miss this time around? Who knows you may enjoy yourself more.


Be Lucky.

Monty D