Wednesday, 23 November 2011

That's Fishin'

Conditions seemed perfect for a fat Perch today so I set out with my cane Chapman 500 rod, trusty Speedia, Perch bob float, far too many split shot and some pots of worms along with a few gentles. I knew the perfect place to find them too, the marginal shelf of an old sand pit, right next to a gnarly old bush that lays half in and half out of the water.
 Dad came too, and Mum, both seemingly getting a taste for this Autumn angling lark.
 Two cars in the car park, around twenty pitches on the lake, surely there wouldn't be.....would there?
 Yep, Carp angler bivvied up in the intended swim...Hey ho..we strolled past, the path soggy under foot, the sun straining to get above the avenue of trees ahead.
 The swim we settled in has by no means the Perch potential of the first choice but we were fishing and all was well in the world.
It could've easily been a September day, Buzzards soared, Robins pinched bait, Carp hurled themselves into the air and Pike prowled the margins.
Having adopted the big hook/massive lobworm approach things were slow, whilst Dad, on the other hand was charming delightful Roach from there homes with abandon on the small hook/double gentle approach, and enjoying it immensely.
 Of course the inevitable happened and as the float sailed away I immediately knew that my cane was attached to a spirited Pike...they just love them lobs.
 A titanic battle ensued, and just as I tried to gain back some of the 4lb line, the Speedia would spin off beneath my thumb..Dad attended, net in hand and Mum gave a running commentary, after much ado, old Esox was safely in the net, the good old Chapman's blank was easily up to the job.

Well with all this Pike activity, I daresay the Perch weren't getting a look-in, the Carp angler came down and I told him that they'd been my original quarry, he seemed interested at my approach, his eyes going just a little misty at the sight of my rod and reel. The kettle(Steve) was put on and after tea Dad started to get a few of his roach chased by a very feisty Pike. With this in mind he hatched a cunning plan which soon saw the toothy terrorist on the bank.

I did try a bunch of red gentles for a while but only caught small roach. If I'd set my mind that today was going to be a roach day, these beautiful fish would've made it. I did, however, soon revert back to the unsuccessful 'big lob, big Perch' tactic.
...And so it was, that the darkness and cold brought the curtain down on a Perchless day.......As we walked back, we stopped by the Carp anglers swim, the swim I'd intended to fish, after our chat he had set up a makeshift float set-up and had a pack of lobworms in his carryall, he was just returning a 2lb Perch.......oh well, "That's Fishin'".

Message for Mr.Hatt :- Production of a sky blue bobble hat is under way.


  1. "That's fishin'" never know what you'll get. Great post!

  2. Those floats are mine I tell thee Gurn ;-0

  3. Half the battle is knowing where to fish and you called it on the day - you just couldn't fish there. But the carp angler's success goes down as a morel victory for Gurn and a fit autumn pike on the cane/pin outfit is always going to be exciting :-) I'd put that in my 'a good trip' box.

  4. Thanks for dropping by Erin, and your comment, you have one of the best blogs out there and there is much we can all relate to.
    Monty, I blagged a few of those floats off my mate Birdy, who I believe purchased them from ebay, did you make them?,I like them and one day hope to be able to make a few myself.
    Dave, once again you are the voice of reason, they are all 'good trips' really, aren't they.
    regards Gurn

  5. Nice stuff Gurn, a small pike is always a nice fish to catch even wen fishing for perch.

  6. Thats fishin, Haha he poached your favourite swim, But the couple of Pike that were caught are gooduns, Dont really understand why you never had a perchon those big lobboes, And the cane and center pin, What a great setup,