Saturday, 27 June 2015

Midlife Crisis

No I'm not having one, lets get the boring angling part out of the way first, then we can chew the fat on the blog title.

Long walk today in order to get to the beat I wanted to fish, a good forty minutes from the train station. Feeling futterly ucked now. Started very poorly for the first two hours or so, seemingly every cast was destined to go up a tree, under a bush and my line control was appalling, Fished liked a grade "A" prick. Had a sit down and to eat and calm down as I was winding myself up, not hard to get me wound up to be fair, never been a strong point of mine, the old even temperament thing.


Just after eleven a blank saving small Perch of around a pound hit the small crank bait. Phew, pretty little fish he was to, no need to photograph that little chap.

Found a shoal of good Chub, but from a high bank vantage point presenting a lure or bait to these fish is out of the question at present, owning to the sky high foliage, they sure know where they are safe.

Walked on and a little patch of static water, off the main flow had to be worth a cast. Really tight little spot, under a willow tree close into the bank. Popped the lure out and as it came close to the bank a chunky little Jack went an nailed it. He went nuts, got a great view in the air looking straight down it's throat while the fish attempted to throw the hooks.




Time was running out, needed to be off the water by noon and home. Walking back, chanced my arm in another swim and had this little Chub nail the lure. Shocking photo, but hey ho. Did not have to time to mess about. So in essence, a tough mornings fishing, but two fish in two cast is not so shabby.

I may go back downstream in the week, to my large Perch banker swims. However, made a pact with myself to leave these areas alone until the Autumn. See what happens eh.



 

MIDLIFE CRISIS

Well are you having one, or feel like your on the verge of one gentleman. Do not despair, this may be for you.... Firstly go and splash out four grand on a racing cycle.




Then pour yourself into some Lycra clothing and hey presto your sorted.




Is it just Surrey that suffers this problem? Every Saturday and Sunday morning, hordes of middle aged  fat fuckers, are peddling along furiously like they are Sir. Wiggins. Puffing and panting, red of face. You then see a sweaty 'arris all saddle sore move off into the distance.

It's not just strangers, oh no. Even my dear friend Mr. Double Decker, has been afflicted. Only last Sunday the local radio station Radio Affluent Shires, had a news report that local people had reported seeing a performing bear cycling through Cheam village. I looked at Denise and said "That will be Mr. DD darling, out on his bike again". She just nodded sagely.

Give it up lads, get bang on the crack pipe if your feeling down, it works for me.


Be Lucky

Monty D

Saturday, 20 June 2015

Crank Baits

I think I may have dropped a bollock here, in the close season I swapped my trebles on my mini cranks for single hooks, not tried these yet. Also I thought, yeah I'm a smart arse, take the front treble off it will aid unhooking on my other lures.

Had a few hours out on opening day, no great shakes. Enjoyed myself, never saw a soul and could not be arsed to write it up.



This morning, saw me on a stretch of river that I've not fished for years. When I was in thrall of my Barbel mania, it was like a second home. The angling grape vine doth say, that the Barbel are very few in numbers now. Utter bollocks, spotted plenty today and way off the old areas. Perhaps they have moved owing to the daily assault from the mongol hordes-go figure.


I was down today, armed only with some "Cranks". Had a decent mornings sport, six small Perch all about this stamp. No need to weigh each one, get a photograph of each one(Don't get me fucking started on this issue, as what I've read this week beggars belief). Also managed a Jack.



On a slow retrieve, I paused and a large head of a Pike sucked in the lure and spat it back out again in the blink of an eye. Covered the water again but had missed my chance.

Moved about and had a few more follows from better Perch that veered of late. I love fishing "Cranks" good fun.

Had a speculative cast on the way back around noon, far bank tree and WHACK a good fish went deep. Slowly bringing her near to the net, tail walks and she spits the hooks. Not the lure in the photo a jointed Rapala.Now by taking the front treble off all my lures was to aid unhooking, stop the hanging treble snagging in the net. But on my mind is that, if both sets of trebles were still on the lure a nice Double figure Pike, I'm assuming would be in the net. Dropped a bollock, yeah maybe?


Be Lucky

Monty D