Bluemoon Angling Thread

Didsbury Dave said:
I’ve been really busy with work, City, coaching, shopping etc and conditions have been awful. Has a deadbait session with sardine in a rez just before the freeze and blanked. I managed a couple of hours window yesterday afternoon but it was pretty much worse case scenario: the river full of freezing floodwater and the connecting canals all coloured up with it.

I only had one real option which was a short length of a canal in the town centre that doesn't get too coloured. I went with a cheb rig, a crayfish creature bait twitched along the bottom at snails pace, thinking that was my only chance if it went past the mouth of a curious perch lying doggo on the bottom.

It worked, sort of. However the perch was a pike who must have developed a taste for crayfish. I also had another bite which felt like a perch but it fell off.

As soon as the rivers clear I'm going to work on part 2 of my film: I'm going to try to get a 2lb+ grayling from my local urban river. They are rare as hen's teeth but have been caught.
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What happened to part 1 mate? Have you published it yet?
 
Saddleworth2 said:
What happened to part 1 mate? Have you published it yet?
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The footage is "in the can" but I'm waiting until Christmas when my wife buys me a new PC to edit it. I hadn't factored in the processing power needed to edit hours of 4K footage. Still hoping for a 3lb perch or 20lb pike to put the icing on the cake but what I've got I think is enough.
 
Didsbury Dave said:
I’ve been really busy with work, City, coaching, shopping etc and conditions have been awful. Has a deadbait session with sardine in a rez just before the freeze and blanked. I managed a couple of hours window yesterday afternoon but it was pretty much worse case scenario: the river full of freezing floodwater and the connecting canals all coloured up with it.

I only had one real option which was a short length of a canal in the town centre that doesn't get too coloured. I went with a cheb rig, a crayfish creature bait twitched along the bottom at snails pace, thinking that was my only chance if it went past the mouth of a curious perch lying doggo on the bottom.

It worked, sort of. However the perch was a pike who must have developed a taste for crayfish. I also had another bite which felt like a perch but it fell off.

As soon as the rivers clear I'm going to work on part 2 of my film: I'm going to try to get a 2lb+ grayling from my local urban river. They are rare as hen's teeth but have been caught.
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when is part 1 ready for viewing.

edit, just seen the reply, are we invited to the premier :)
 
Didsbury Dave said:
I’ll whack it on here first!
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Good luck on your target fish for part 2 mate.

I had a chance to fish last weekend but wasnt brave enough to face storm Arwen. Tomorrow i have an opportunity to get out fishing but this storm Barra is brewing so I'll stay home and do some jobs.

I'm itching to get on the riverbank though. All my tackle and bait are waiting to be loaded into the car. Cant decide whether to have a crack on the tidal Trent next or fish the river Ancholme which(I'm told) contains big pike and perch. I'm tempted to fish a couple of ledgerered deadbaits on alarms for Esox Lucius, and try for perch on lures and drop-shotting, although i am a complete novice on the latter method...
 
Short update. I've been busy but got several hours out yesterday. It was mild but the rivers were shooting up.

I threw both my trotting gear and ultralight gear in the car. Drove up the river for miles scoping it out and it was too flooded to float fish all but the most upstream where I had an unsuccessful hour or so chasing the grayling, wading, with my centerpin and 15 foot rod. Nice swim though, which is rare on The Calder. To salvage the day I got the lure gear out and fished a couple of canal sections which weren't too clouded. I actually thought I'd hit the jackpot with a big perch but as it shot around under the boats it didn't feel quite right.

When I netted it it turned into a big daft bream, foulhooked through the dorsal fin. Nul points.
 
Hoping to get on the tidal Trent today for an overnight session, that's if i can get my brakes sorted on my car.

The weather conditions are favourable and the river is fining off from 3 foot of water so hopefully the barbel will be looking for food.

Can't wait to use my new Korum Big Water 2.5lb TC rods as i bought them specifically for the tidal Trent. Also bought some homemade feeders and leads off a guy from FB for less than half price they are in tackle shops. I bought 10oz gripper leads for when it's pulling through in flood. My mate scoffed at me saying i don't need that weight to hold bottom. But I've been told by Trent regulars that using that size lead isn't uncommon when it's raging.

I have a bivvy heater I've used a couple of times but I'm not happy with it. It's basically a propane gas stove with an open flame and i fear knocking it over and setting fire to me and my gear, plus there's a chance of carbon monoxide poisoning. I will still take it with me as it has a steel grill face so i think it'll make good toast.

The chill factor just before dawn is hard in the bones so I've drilled a few 10mm holes in a steel biscuit tin lid and I am going to fill it with about 10 tea lights. Nice and warm in my bivvy tonight, hopefully : )
 
An update on how I'm doing.

I managed to get my brakes done and then I had to put my tackle in the car, not been for a month so i had gear all over the place, time was pressing on. I got a call from the hospital my mum is in as she had a fall last week.

Doctor says she has developed a chest infection and asked if he could ask me questions seeing as I'm her carer and eldest son. He said she has an irregular heartbeat and if she were to get worse should the do CPR on her. Her being 88 and frail i said no because it could cave her ribs in and i don't want her to endure any excess pain and suffering. I asked him if she was deteriorating and he said no but he needed to ask. This left me feeling anxious and worried, especially not being able to visit her on that ward.

I got on the road 2 and I knew I'd be arriving in darkness as I had a detour to a Butchers in Barnsley for the best pork pies in the country. Percy Turner In Jump(Google it) do hot meaty pork pies in peppery jelly, pastry is delicious. I arrived there and bought a family pork pie some sausage and (bacon and half a dozen eggs see what i did there; ) and set off for the last 50 miles.

Got to Dunham bridge about 5pm and rang my mate Lee who was already fishing. We joined the club together and he's as mad as i am to go fishing in any weather. He talked me through finding our club stretch as it's well off the beaten track.

He'd been fishing two rods for a few hours and he said he lost an absolute beast in the afternoon which was encouraging, he said it just steamed off downstream and chafed his line over a hidden boulder. Unlucky mate.

As DD is fully aware, the tidal Trent is is often unforgiving with steep flood banks and slippery access to the waters edge. Todays tide is only a couple of foot extra water at high tide but it can be as high as 2M I'm told.

Had a chat with Lee about our chances of catching and he said the atmospheric pressure is really high so that is not a good sign. The weather forecast said it would drop to 5 degrees early hours which is getting near to no barbel biting temperature. Not good.

But he like me are here for 2 nights whatever the weather and it's just above freezing right now in a pea soup fog! He said the weather forecast was overcast which Is ideal as it keeps the dreaded frost at bay. It was about 6pm when the sky cleared but shortly after seeing the moon and bright stars thick fog descended like something out of a horror film, really spooky. But I'd have to be confronted by someone as ugly as snorky before i get a panic on; )

Setting up camp In front of my car headlights isn't easy so it took me quite a while longer than usual to get settled. I forgot my buzz bars for my tripod so I've had to put both rods on separate bank sticks which I'm not happy about. Barbel bites are most often savage takes so if your rods set up right or if the bait-runner isn't set then it's often goodbye to the rod and reel when they get dragged in on a take. I am fussy on how i set my river tripod up and it's a solid bit of kit when the 3 leg spikes are pushed into the ground. I have heavy-duty bank sticks but because I set the rods at about a 30° angle on extended poles the rods can flex under a savage take and last thing i want is my rods being dragged in.

Because i arrived late i didn't cast out till about 10pm so i haven't done any prebaiting. Just fishing a simple running rig to PVA bags loaded with 4mm halibut pellets with broken and crushed boilies with an 18mm monster crab boilie on.

I cast my top rod in no problem to around 25M just shy of the main flow. 4oz leads on. When I have a heavy lead or feeders on I always grab the line just before the butt ring and pull it a foot or so to make sure that it's free of a potential tip wrap round. It felt free so i aimed for the silhouette of a big tree downstream and "crack", my fuckin' rig plopped in the water. Couldn't be arsed tying another rig on so i got in my bivvy and turned stove on for some heat and a much needed brew. I settled down and did a little reading before falling asleep. Woke up early hours for a pee and another brew and heard Lee's alarm bleeping. I walked over to him about 50m away asking if he had a fish on but it was weed jamming on the line.

7:20am and it's still pitch black and freezing fog. I think i must be mad, did i say mad: / Lol.
 
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BlueMoonRisin’ said:
An update on how I'm doing.

I managed to get my brakes done and then I had to put my tackle in the car, not been for a month so i had gear all over the place, time was pressing on. I got a call from the hospital my mum is in as she had a fall last week.

Doctor says she has developed a chest infection and asked if he could ask me questions seeing as I'm her carer and eldest son. He said she has an irregular heartbeat and if she were to get worse should the do CPR on her. Her being 88 and frail i said no because it could cave her ribs in and i don't want her to endure any excess pain and suffering. I asked him if she was deteriorating and he said no but he needed to ask. This left me feeling anxious and worried, especially not being able to visit her on that ward.

I got on the road 2 and I knew I'd be arriving in darkness as I had a detour to a Butchers in Barnsley for the best pork pies in the country. Percy Turner In Jump(Google it) do hot meaty pork pies in peppery jelly, pastry is delicious. I arrived there and bought a family pork pie some sausage and (bacon and half a dozen eggs see what i did there; ) and set off for the last 50 miles.

Got to Dunham bridge about 5pm and rang my mate Lee who was already fishing. We joined the club together and he's as mad as i am to go fishing in any weather. He talked me through finding our club stretch as it's well off the beaten track.

He'd been fishing two rods for a few hours and he said he lost an absolute beast in the afternoon which was encouraging, he said it just steamed off downstream and chafed his line over a hidden boulder. Unlucky mate.

As DD is fully aware, the tidal Trent is is often unforgiving with steep flood banks and slippery access to the waters edge. Todays tide is only a couple of foot extra water at high tide but it can be as high as 2M I'm told.

Had a chat with Lee about our chances of catching and he said the atmospheric pressure is really high so that is not a good sign. The weather forecast said it would drop to 5 degrees early hours which is getting near to no barbel biting temperature. Not good.

But he like me are here for 2 nights whatever the weather and it's just above freezing right now in a pea soup fog! He said the weather forecast was overcast which Is ideal as it keeps the dreaded frost at bay. It was about 6pm when the sky cleared but shortly after seeing the moon and bright stars thick fog descended like something out of a horror film, really spooky. But I'd have to be confronted by someone as ugly as snorky before i get a panic on; )

Setting up camp In front of my car headlights isn't easy so it took me quite a while longer than usual to get settled. I forgot my buzz bars for my tripod so I've had to put both rods on separate bank sticks which I'm not happy about. Barbel bites are most often savage takes so if your rods set up right or if the bait-runner isn't set then it's often goodbye to the rod and reel when they get dragged in on a take. I am fussy on how i set my river tripod up and it's a solid bit of kit when the 3 leg spikes are pushed into the ground. I have heavy-duty bank sticks but because I set the rods at about a 30° angle on extended poles the rods can flex under a savage take and last thing i want is my rods being dragged in.

Because i arrived late i didn't cast out till about 10pm so i haven't done any prebaiting. Just fishing a simple running rig to PVA bags loaded with 4mm halibut pellets with broken and crushed boilies with an 18mm monster crab boilie on.

I cast my top rod in no problem to around 25M just shy of the main flow. 4oz leads on. When I have a heavy lead or feeders on I always grab the line just before the butt ring and pull it a foot or so to make sure that it's free of a potential tip wrap round. It felt free so i aimed for the silhouette of a big tree downstream and "crack", my fuckin' rig plopped in the water. Couldn't be arsed tying another rig on so i got in my bivvy and turned stove on for some heat and a much needed brew. I settled down and did a little reading before falling asleep. Woke up early hours for a pee and another brew and heard Lee's alarm bleeping. I walked over to him about 50m away asking if he had a fish on but it was weed jamming on the line.

7:20am and it's still pitch black and freezing fog. I think i must be mad, did i say mad: / Lol.
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Well that's cheered me up just as I'm about to set out for the Severn ! All that talk of pies has tempted me to stop off at Greggs. Let us know how you go on.
 
Newman Noggs said:
Well that's cheered me up just as I'm about to set out for the Severn ! All that talk of pies has tempted me to stop off at Greggs. Let us know how you go on.
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Will do mate.

I felt that cold i drove 7 miles to the nearest maccie D's with the heating on full blast. I'll get back and cast my rigs in and get in my sleeping bag i think. It's not pleasant at all here, but in it to win it n' all that.
 
BlueMoonRisin’ said:
An update on how I'm doing.

I managed to get my brakes done and then I had to put my tackle in the car, not been for a month so i had gear all over the place, time was pressing on. I got a call from the hospital my mum is in as she had a fall last week.

Doctor says she has developed a chest infection and asked if he could ask me questions seeing as I'm her carer and eldest son. He said she has an irregular heartbeat and if she were to get worse should the do CPR on her. Her being 88 and frail i said no because it could cave her ribs in and i don't want her to endure any excess pain and suffering. I asked him if she was deteriorating and he said no but he needed to ask. This left me feeling anxious and worried, especially not being able to visit her on that ward.

I got on the road 2 and I knew I'd be arriving in darkness as I had a detour to a Butchers in Barnsley for the best pork pies in the country. Percy Turner In Jump(Google it) do hot meaty pork pies in peppery jelly, pastry is delicious. I arrived there and bought a family pork pie some sausage and (bacon and half a dozen eggs see what i did there; ) and set off for the last 50 miles.

Got to Dunham bridge about 5pm and rang my mate Lee who was already fishing. We joined the club together and he's as mad as i am to go fishing in any weather. He talked me through finding our club stretch as it's well off the beaten track.

He'd been fishing two rods for a few hours and he said he lost an absolute beast in the afternoon which was encouraging, he said it just steamed off downstream and chafed his line over a hidden boulder. Unlucky mate.

As DD is fully aware, the tidal Trent is is often unforgiving with steep flood banks and slippery access to the waters edge. Todays tide is only a couple of foot extra water at high tide but it can be as high as 2M I'm told.

Had a chat with Lee about our chances of catching and he said the atmospheric pressure is really high so that is not a good sign. The weather forecast said it would drop to 5 degrees early hours which is getting near to no barbel biting temperature. Not good.

But he like me are here for 2 nights whatever the weather and it's just above freezing right now in a pea soup fog! He said the weather forecast was overcast which Is ideal as it keeps the dreaded frost at bay. It was about 6pm when the sky cleared but shortly after seeing the moon and bright stars thick fog descended like something out of a horror film, really spooky. But I'd have to be confronted by someone as ugly as snorky before i get a panic on; )

Setting up camp In front of my car headlights isn't easy so it took me quite a while longer than usual to get settled. I forgot my buzz bars for my tripod so I've had to put both rods on separate bank sticks which I'm not happy about. Barbel bites are most often savage takes so if your rods set up right or if the bait-runner isn't set then it's often goodbye to the rod and reel when they get dragged in on a take. I am fussy on how i set my river tripod up and it's a solid bit of kit when the 3 leg spikes are pushed into the ground. I have heavy-duty bank sticks but because I set the rods at about a 30° angle on extended poles the rods can flex under a savage take and last thing i want is my rods being dragged in.

Because i arrived late i didn't cast out till about 10pm so i haven't done any prebaiting. Just fishing a simple running rig to PVA bags loaded with 4mm halibut pellets with broken and crushed boilies with an 18mm monster crab boilie on.

I cast my top rod in no problem to around 25M just shy of the main flow. 4oz leads on. When I have a heavy lead or feeders on I always grab the line just before the butt ring and pull it a foot or so to make sure that it's free of a potential tip wrap round. It felt free so i aimed for the silhouette of a big tree downstream and "crack", my fuckin' rig plopped in the water. Couldn't be arsed tying another rig on so i got in my bivvy and turned stove on for some heat and a much needed brew. I settled down and did a little reading before falling asleep. Woke up early hours for a pee and another brew and heard Lee's alarm bleeping. I walked over to him about 50m away asking if he had a fish on but it was weed jamming on the line.

7:20am and it's still pitch black and freezing fog. I think i must be mad, did i say mad: / Lol.
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You deserve a specimen fish mate.
 
BlueMoonRisin’ said:
An update on how I'm doing.

I managed to get my brakes done and then I had to put my tackle in the car, not been for a month so i had gear all over the place, time was pressing on. I got a call from the hospital my mum is in as she had a fall last week.

Doctor says she has developed a chest infection and asked if he could ask me questions seeing as I'm her carer and eldest son. He said she has an irregular heartbeat and if she were to get worse should the do CPR on her. Her being 88 and frail i said no because it could cave her ribs in and i don't want her to endure any excess pain and suffering. I asked him if she was deteriorating and he said no but he needed to ask. This left me feeling anxious and worried, especially not being able to visit her on that ward.

I got on the road 2 and I knew I'd be arriving in darkness as I had a detour to a Butchers in Barnsley for the best pork pies in the country. Percy Turner In Jump(Google it) do hot meaty pork pies in peppery jelly, pastry is delicious. I arrived there and bought a family pork pie some sausage and (bacon and half a dozen eggs see what i did there; ) and set off for the last 50 miles.

Got to Dunham bridge about 5pm and rang my mate Lee who was already fishing. We joined the club together and he's as mad as i am to go fishing in any weather. He talked me through finding our club stretch as it's well off the beaten track.

He'd been fishing two rods for a few hours and he said he lost an absolute beast in the afternoon which was encouraging, he said it just steamed off downstream and chafed his line over a hidden boulder. Unlucky mate.

As DD is fully aware, the tidal Trent is is often unforgiving with steep flood banks and slippery access to the waters edge. Todays tide is only a couple of foot extra water at high tide but it can be as high as 2M I'm told.

Had a chat with Lee about our chances of catching and he said the atmospheric pressure is really high so that is not a good sign. The weather forecast said it would drop to 5 degrees early hours which is getting near to no barbel biting temperature. Not good.

But he like me are here for 2 nights whatever the weather and it's just above freezing right now in a pea soup fog! He said the weather forecast was overcast which Is ideal as it keeps the dreaded frost at bay. It was about 6pm when the sky cleared but shortly after seeing the moon and bright stars thick fog descended like something out of a horror film, really spooky. But I'd have to be confronted by someone as ugly as snorky before i get a panic on; )

Setting up camp In front of my car headlights isn't easy so it took me quite a while longer than usual to get settled. I forgot my buzz bars for my tripod so I've had to put both rods on separate bank sticks which I'm not happy about. Barbel bites are most often savage takes so if your rods set up right or if the bait-runner isn't set then it's often goodbye to the rod and reel when they get dragged in on a take. I am fussy on how i set my river tripod up and it's a solid bit of kit when the 3 leg spikes are pushed into the ground. I have heavy-duty bank sticks but because I set the rods at about a 30° angle on extended poles the rods can flex under a savage take and last thing i want is my rods being dragged in.

Because i arrived late i didn't cast out till about 10pm so i haven't done any prebaiting. Just fishing a simple running rig to PVA bags loaded with 4mm halibut pellets with broken and crushed boilies with an 18mm monster crab boilie on.

I cast my top rod in no problem to around 25M just shy of the main flow. 4oz leads on. When I have a heavy lead or feeders on I always grab the line just before the butt ring and pull it a foot or so to make sure that it's free of a potential tip wrap round. It felt free so i aimed for the silhouette of a big tree downstream and "crack", my fuckin' rig plopped in the water. Couldn't be arsed tying another rig on so i got in my bivvy and turned stove on for some heat and a much needed brew. I settled down and did a little reading before falling asleep. Woke up early hours for a pee and another brew and heard Lee's alarm bleeping. I walked over to him about 50m away asking if he had a fish on but it was weed jamming on the line.

7:20am and it's still pitch black and freezing fog. I think i must be mad, did i say mad: / Lol.
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Good effort pal, sounds fucking miserable - you deserve to catch
 
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