Bluemoon Angling Thread

Maybe...
When I lived in Spain I got call from the local guide..

Get your arse down here now..
But the river is in flood and you can't get down...
Don't worry just get here.


I caught a 127 lb catfish whilst I was sitting in a Renault kangoo. The river was in full flood and the cats were taking refuge in an eddy by the side of the road.

Great story!
 
Forgot to add: I’ve got two days boat fishing for pike in March on Esthwaite Water in the Lake District. I’ve done five days over the last few years and not had a single one. One day we sat there while the boat filled with snow /slush. That was miserable.
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Bloody hell, that reminds me of the one time I went boat fishing for pike on Windermere in January with a well-known "piking pirate". I was wearing borrowed waders that were too small and pinched my feet making them even colder so it took four days for my feet to completely regain feeling. Seriously thought I had frostbite.

My mate is the serious piker and had arranged the guide, who, between us blues, was a bit of an arse. So I let them get on with it whilst I remained silent in my misery.

Anyway, my mate put out a bait for me and I noticed I was gettting a bite so I struck forgetting the bait-runner was on so the reel went into an unholy backwind and I nearly knocked the arse out of the boat much to his annoyance.

After about ten minutes undoing the bird's nest I reeled in an indignant looking trout of around four pounds which, I was reliably informed, was a "ferox trout". I claim to be a ferox specialist to this day.
 
Bloody hell, that reminds me of the one time I went boat fishing for pike on Windermere in January with a well-known "piking pirate". I was wearing borrowed waders that were too small and pinched my feet making them even colder so it took four days for my feet to completely regain feeling. Seriously thought I had frostbite.

My mate is the serious piker and had arranged the guide, who, between us blues, was a bit of an arse. So I let them get on with it whilst I remained silent in my misery.

Anyway, my mate put out a bait for me and I noticed I was gettting a bite so I struck forgetting the bait-runner was on so the reel went into an unholy backwind and I nearly knocked the arse out of the boat much to his annoyance.

After about ten minutes undoing the bird's nest I reeled in an indignant looking trout of around four pounds which, I was reliably informed, was a "ferox trout". I claim to be a ferox specialist to this day.
Good size trout mate but a baby Ferox.
 
Bloody hell, that reminds me of the one time I went boat fishing for pike on Windermere in January with a well-known "piking pirate". I was wearing borrowed waders that were too small and pinched my feet making them even colder so it took four days for my feet to completely regain feeling. Seriously thought I had frostbite.

My mate is the serious piker and had arranged the guide, who, between us blues, was a bit of an arse. So I let them get on with it whilst I remained silent in my misery.

Anyway, my mate put out a bait for me and I noticed I was gettting a bite so I struck forgetting the bait-runner was on so the reel went into an unholy backwind and I nearly knocked the arse out of the boat much to his annoyance.

After about ten minutes undoing the bird's nest I reeled in an indignant looking trout of around four pounds which, I was reliably informed, was a "ferox trout". I claim to be a ferox specialist to this day.

haha. I know the very pirate you are referring to. He ended up involved in a couple of scandals!
 
Update: the local rivers and canals have been chocolate brown for weeks so I’ve barely been out. I hooked a pike twice in two casts last week and the second time it tailwalked and threw the hook.

This weekend they are finally clearing so I’ve been out twice. After work on Friday I walked a mile or two of river seeking predators and then finally hooked and landed a shock massive ferox trout, 5lb+. I knocked it on the head and brought it home for tea but it tasted pretty shit to be honest. Yesterday I had a full afternoon session and must have walked 3-4 miles of river looking for the perch, without a touch. A cast here, a cast there, nothing. About 5pm I wandered to a local canal marina where I’ve caught some big ones. Again nothing, despite trying lots of different lures. My wife was nagging me to come home and help cook for friends so I chucked a lure out and walked slowly back to the exit, dragging it behind me right in the edge. A little trick that’s worked for me in the past.

Bang, I was in. And it was my quarry, a lovely fat perch of 1lb 12oz. I messed up the self take but went home a happy angler after a good weekend’s fishing. The weather has warmed up so I’m hoping for a final barbel session this week before close season.
 
Update: the local rivers and canals have been chocolate brown for weeks so I’ve barely been out. I hooked a pike twice in two casts last week and the second time it tailwalked and threw the hook.

This weekend they are finally clearing so I’ve been out twice. After work on Friday I walked a mile or two of river seeking predators and then finally hooked and landed a shock massive ferox trout, 5lb+. I knocked it on the head and brought it home for tea but it tasted pretty shit to be honest. Yesterday I had a full afternoon session and must have walked 3-4 miles of river looking for the perch, without a touch. A cast here, a cast there, nothing. About 5pm I wandered to a local canal marina where I’ve caught some big ones. Again nothing, despite trying lots of different lures. My wife was nagging me to come home and help cook for friends so I chucked a lure out and walked slowly back to the exit, dragging it behind me right in the edge. A little trick that’s worked for me in the past.

Bang, I was in. And it was my quarry, a lovely fat perch of 1lb 12oz. I messed up the self take but went home a happy angler after a good weekend’s fishing. The weather has warmed up so I’m hoping for a final barbel session this week before close season.
Amazing how many fish I've caught by accident as I've been reeling ia fly or just had one dangling over the edge of a boat as I was about to change it
 
Update: the local rivers and canals have been chocolate brown for weeks so I’ve barely been out. I hooked a pike twice in two casts last week and the second time it tailwalked and threw the hook.

This weekend they are finally clearing so I’ve been out twice. After work on Friday I walked a mile or two of river seeking predators and then finally hooked and landed a shock massive ferox trout, 5lb+. I knocked it on the head and brought it home for tea but it tasted pretty shit to be honest. Yesterday I had a full afternoon session and must have walked 3-4 miles of river looking for the perch, without a touch. A cast here, a cast there, nothing. About 5pm I wandered to a local canal marina where I’ve caught some big ones. Again nothing, despite trying lots of different lures. My wife was nagging me to come home and help cook for friends so I chucked a lure out and walked slowly back to the exit, dragging it behind me right in the edge. A little trick that’s worked for me in the past.

Bang, I was in. And it was my quarry, a lovely fat perch of 1lb 12oz. I messed up the self take but went home a happy angler after a good weekend’s fishing. The weather has warmed up so I’m hoping for a final barbel session this week before close season.

Great stuff. I've been out a few times fishing for little ones and had plenty of action which is all I want at this time of year. Fished the Avon on Friday probably for the last time this season as work is busier than ever since I retired and went self-employed. Bites all day on quiver but nothing over 7 or 8 ounces.

Just booked a trip to Colombia for next year so need to brush up on my fly-fishing
 
In a selfless spirit of self-isolation, I took myself off to the river bank yesterday for the last time this season.

It never ceases to amaze me how contrary the various elements can be to foil the best laid plans. A beautiful day I began facing the river quivertipping downstream (I usually feeder fish up stream) and began catching roach and dace steadily. The river was rising after some rain the night before. Then an upstream wind blew up and got stronger and stronger developing into a swirling gale which meant the tip was leaping around which, I've found puts the fish off. So I moved to face upstream and added a third rest nearer the tip to steady it.

Then I got up to get my lunch and my chair blew in. After retrieving it, I decided that the thing to do was to turn round and face into the gale, lower my rod tip notwithstanding the rising water. No sooner had Idone this than it started raining. Still caught lots of fish but only little ones and it was a battle.

Work beckons so that's it for rivers until the season starts on the Wye in flaming June. Can't wait.

Just as an aside, since "retiring" on 4th November, I've been out 21 times at an average of 5.5 hours a session.
 
In a selfless spirit of self-isolation, I took myself off to the river bank yesterday for the last time this season.

It never ceases to amaze me how contrary the various elements can be to foil the best laid plans. A beautiful day I began facing the river quivertipping downstream (I usually feeder fish up stream) and began catching roach and dace steadily. The river was rising after some rain the night before. Then an upstream wind blew up and got stronger and stronger developing into a swirling gale which meant the tip was leaping around which, I've found puts the fish off. So I moved to face upstream and added a third rest nearer the tip to steady it.

Then I got up to get my lunch and my chair blew in. After retrieving it, I decided that the thing to do was to turn round and face into the gale, lower my rod tip notwithstanding the rising water. No sooner had Idone this than it started raining. Still caught lots of fish but only little ones and it was a battle.

Work beckons so that's it for rivers until the season starts on the Wye in flaming June. Can't wait.

Just as an aside, since "retiring" on 4th November, I've been out 21 times at an average of 5.5 hours a session.
Sounds grim, NN. Especially your chair going in, although it tickled me a bit too. Years ago when I was a kid people used target boards behind quiver tips to keep the win off but I haven't seen one in decades. With regards to your dancing tip, though, whilt it makes bit detection hard, I would have thought that with a heavy feeder/lead it isn't going to affect presentation?

You've done well to put a few fish together in that situation. There's a really cold wind up here in the north which is putting me off going out.
 
In a selfless spirit of self-isolation, I took myself off to the river bank yesterday for the last time this season.

It never ceases to amaze me how contrary the various elements can be to foil the best laid plans. A beautiful day I began facing the river quivertipping downstream (I usually feeder fish up stream) and began catching roach and dace steadily. The river was rising after some rain the night before. Then an upstream wind blew up and got stronger and stronger developing into a swirling gale which meant the tip was leaping around which, I've found puts the fish off. So I moved to face upstream and added a third rest nearer the tip to steady it.

Then I got up to get my lunch and my chair blew in. After retrieving it, I decided that the thing to do was to turn round and face into the gale, lower my rod tip notwithstanding the rising water. No sooner had Idone this than it started raining. Still caught lots of fish but only little ones and it was a battle.

Work beckons so that's it for rivers until the season starts on the Wye in flaming June. Can't wait.

Just as an aside, since "retiring" on 4th November, I've been out 21 times at an average of 5.5 hours a session.
Season starts for me on Saturday. I missed out on a boat with our club as I was supposed to be at Burnley match. Decided to can that and will self isolate on one of the local lochs for a few hours. If it’s cold, will fish lures, if mild will give buzzers a shot. At this time of year with the water still cold the fish tend to shoal heavily in the shallower water and you can wreak havoc if you get it right. Catches of 30+ rainbows not uncommon.
 
Season starts for me on Saturday. I missed out on a boat with our club as I was supposed to be at Burnley match. Decided to can that and will self isolate on one of the local lochs for a few hours. If it’s cold, will fish lures, if mild will give buzzers a shot. At this time of year with the water still cold the fish tend to shoal heavily in the shallower water and you can wreak havoc if you get it right. Catches of 30+ rainbows not uncommon.
Get the smoker ready!
 
I isolated a couple of weeks ago on the Scottish Dee.
I wasn't insulated well enough though.... A foot of snow and leaking waders!
 
Sounds grim, NN. Especially your chair going in, although it tickled me a bit too. Years ago when I was a kid people used target boards behind quiver tips to keep the win off but I haven't seen one in decades. With regards to your dancing tip, though, whilt it makes bit detection hard, I would have thought that with a heavy feeder/lead it isn't going to affect presentation?

You've done well to put a few fish together in that situation. There's a really cold wind up here in the north which is putting me off going out.

Can't believe you haven't seen a target board for ages, I use one all the time on stillwaters particularly in winter when the bites might be more delicate. The main reason, though is that it gives me a bit of warning before the full bite develops so I'm not pouring a cup of hot chocolate or otherwise engaged when I do get a bite. A problem with target boards, mine at least, is that it blows around in the wind, either flat or sideways which isn't much use.

So I also have one that is black and white stripes, like a belisha beacon about 6 inches long that sits at right angles to the rod rest under your rod. None of them are any good if you have to keep your rod in the air because of the flow though.
 
Was out yesterday on the Staffs-Worcester canal. 3 of us fished for 6 hours, two on float, one on quiver.

Not a nibble, not a chewed maggot which was a surprise because my mate went to the same spot scouting on Thursday and caught some good roach.

Just as an aside, and because it's the topic at the moment, I've no intention of abiding by any "lockdown" that stops me going fishing. I usually fish alone but when I do go with my friends and my brother, we hardly come into contact with each other. I attribute my robust mental health to good fortune and fishing. I'll take any fine they want but I'm not stopping fishing.
 
Was out yesterday on the Staffs-Worcester canal. 3 of us fished for 6 hours, two on float, one on quiver.

Not a nibble, not a chewed maggot which was a surprise because my mate went to the same spot scouting on Thursday and caught some good roach.

Just as an aside, and because it's the topic at the moment, I've no intention of abiding by any "lockdown" that stops me going fishing. I usually fish alone but when I do go with my friends and my brother, we hardly come into contact with each other. I attribute my robust mental health to good fortune and fishing. I'll take any fine they want but I'm not stopping fishing.

yes, I’m taking my civic responsibilities seriously too and going out for an hour every day with the lure rod. I had another big canal trout of about 3lb on Monday but that went back. Then for the rest of the week I’ve not had a touch anywhere. I blame the cold nights.
 
yes, I’m taking my civic responsibilities seriously too and going out for an hour every day with the lure rod. I had another big canal trout of about 3lb on Monday but that went back. Then for the rest of the week I’ve not had a touch anywhere. I blame the cold nights.

Canal trout ? Crikey, didn't know they were that common ! I know they were stocked many years back because my mate caught 18 once under the bridge at Agden but that was 35 years ago !
 

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