Tuesday, 1 November 2016

Happy Now Carl?

Christ alive will you give me a break? For those that don't know I took the blog down in January simply as I was bored doing it. Only lure fishing this last few years, got boring to write about. But people have been asking me to start it again. It came to a head on Saturday, fishing with Carl it was "Blog,blog, blog, come on be a sport please?" "Ok all right, all right give me strength". Carl had that look of the well to do child in Waitrose shopping with his Mum, all puppy dog eyes and snot.

So what's happened. Last winter was a wash out on the rivers, I hardly fished preferring to go over West Ham. I'll come back to them and Karen Brady another time, as this one will sting.

Gruff and I have been fishing the big reservoirs for Pike and Perch since the Spring. Gruff sold his soul to the behemoth Chew Valley and fished here in May, with the legendary lure specialist Steve Le Maitre. I declined and kept my moral fibre intact, though after September's event I'll be around next year if we gain access.

They shared a good day boating a few with this the biggest to Gruff. Steve has a lot to answer for though. This photo here is one, he did not think to let Gruff know his hat was having a melt down. He looks like a cross between a matador and Deputy Dawg. Secondly Gruff is now permanently skint, owing to falling in love with big lures, so big that when cast into the water, fish jump out. Each week a new arrival lands from the states. I'll get a photo next week, when we meet up.

We also have been on Bewl reservoir a few times, looking for Pike but have only found small Perch like this and small Pike. Though not as small as this one that Gruff is holding out from Pitsford the other week. It rained, rained and rained some more. We both looked at each other and thought, we must me fucking mad. A tough, tough day and fourty anglers boated around fifthteen Pike. But we are learning as we go along.

In the summer I wanted a new rod for Crankbaits, my preferred lure fishing method. Marty at Wye Valley Rods, knocked me up this little beauty. Loads very easily and throws tiny cranks a mile with just the flick of your wrist. Had some great Chub sport this season, the first picture is a high "four" caught on a shallow bomber. The second one was caught two weeks ago coming in at a two ounces over five. I watched this fish follow and nail a Mark Houghton Trout Pattern Crank n Shad.  Perch fishing, not up to it's usual standard. Plenty of fish over two pounds, but none over the magic three. Carl did manage a new PB last Saturday of 2.9, he was shaking like a shitting dog, I kid you not! Glad I was on hand with the camera, once more well done.

I'll not do this to regularly, just as and when something fucks me off. Or when I fancy it. So in the words of Russel Crowe " Are you not entertained?"

Be Lucky

Monty D


  1. And just as I was forming a petition. Welcome back Mr S.

    A day on Chew is about as good as it gets. I love the place even though I missed topping the 20lb mark by an ounce.

    Have you tried wobbled dead's rather than flinging £30 worth of plastic, rubber and metal about? It's very effective ;o)

    I look forward to your forthcoming rant.

  2. Glad you started it again mate!

  3. Gent's stop blowing smoke up my arse ;-0.


    Lure fishing is so easy for the way I fish. No stopping off on the way home for bait. I used to pop into Gerrys of Wimbledon on my way home, then jump back on the train. He sold up in the New Year and retired, so now my nearest tackle shop is well out of reach.

    This way I get home select from the shelves what I want and it takes minutes to get sorted. It's clean too, no smelly dead baits etc.

    I seldom fish local for more than six hours in one go, full days are for trips out. The worms in my back garden look like they are on hunger strike, so they are no good.

    I don't particularly enjoy fishing soft plastic baits either. Fine for an hour then my attention span wanes. I will though do some trotting at some stage as I do miss that a little.

    1. Fair play mucker. Each to their own and all that. Jerk and enjoy I always say.

  4. Bloody hell your back! I'm sure Croydon Carlos told me you'd discovered religion, sold all your tackle and had declared that the rest of your life would be devoted to helping the poor and needy...least that's what I think he said...

    "..he was shaking like a shitting dog.." Hmmn, either he'd forgotten his medication or he was worried that you'd spot the 10oz lead in the bottom of his weigh sling..

    Anyway, good to have to have you back, for now at least.


    1. Joe,

      Carl has put some real effort in for that fish, was made up for him. He popped down for a stroll a couple of weeks back with his children. Smashing young family, got a lot of time for the man.

      Now his had one, more will follow I'm sure.

  5. Yeah they are a smashing tribe, he whatsapped a pic on Sunday - nice fish. Any perch over 2lb is special imo - just wish my local rivers had some perch worth pursuing - sitting it out on a commercial isn't really my bag.

    We are hopefully going to catch up in new year, for a day or two Test - your more than welcome to join us Squire.

  6. Oh.......you're back!




  7. Nice chubs Monty, glad to see you are home.