Didsbury Dave
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An update. Plenty to tell as I 've been getting about.
First of all, last week with my River Calder lure adventures, I walked long miles and found an area containing my quarry. The first time I fished it I had several decent perch (1lbish) and some pike. The night after I had three perch in the 1lb - 1.5lb range, including the biggest which zapped the lure in clear water at my feet. All on camera too, so I'm really pleased with this find as this area is never fished.
I can't quite believe what's happened to me this weekend on The Ribble, though. This was Barbel heaven and barbel hell.
I decided to have a look at Balderstone on Friday for the first time. As I entered the stretch I knew straight away that my first egress in the dark would be tough. It's a patchwork quilt of fields and gates to navigate with no landmarks or anything. As I arrived it started to rain heavily (despite the forecast) and being brollyless, I was soaked before I set up. Never mind - It's a beautiful, peaceful stretch with loads of fishable water and I loved it. It was overcast and muggy and perfect as I settled at the top of the bend, a good mile yomp.
First cast I had a big chub on a single boilie before i'd even set up the other rod. Good start. The upstream rod was fished with big PVA bags to fed the swim and a 8mm pellet on a size 14. AS it got dark I hooked a big barbel. As it came in I saw it and it looked a good double. I realsied as I was about to land the fish that I'd left my landing net a few yards downstream on the mat so to net the fish I had to drop the other rod in the water and walk down a few steps. As I did this the line went slack and the fish dropped off. I was getting knocks but there was a big rain shower coming in (on the Rainfall Radar app) so I legged it. As predicted, despite my best efforts, I got lost in the fields and, wearing walking boots, this meant extremely wet legs and feet as I walked through the long grass, slipping in cowshit. I got there eventually, soaked in sweat and rainwater.
I couldn't resist going back yesterday, arriving about 4pm. Again I went up to the bend and this is where things got really weird. As soon as the light started to go the fish switched on. I had 10 bites and only landed three fish, all good sized chub. The other seven, at least five of which were barbel, I lost. I got snapped twice, once as the line wrapped around a rock, another one inexplicable above the hook. And the other five fish all dropped off through hook pulls. Yes, you heard that right, I lost seven fish including five hook pulls, on the same rod with the size 14. To put it in persepctive, hook pulls are not that common with barbel. I'd estimate one in every 7 or 8 fish hooked fall off, because of the way they get hooked on the hair in those thick lips. I changed the hooks a couple of times wondering if this was blunt hooks but it didn't make any difference. Now these hooks weren't my usual Drennan Barbel Specialist (which have never let me down). They were almost the same hook, a Drennan Specialist but they were microbarbed because that's all they had in the shop. I can only conclude that this caused the hook pulls. Obviously there was some bad luck involved too but I have never in my life had a more frustrating fishing session.
It could, in fact should, have been one of my best ever Ribble sessions in stunning surroundings. In the event it was one of the most frustrating nights I've ever had on the river.
I'll be back to this stretch to put it right, though. It ticks all the boxes for me. It was barbel fishing at it's purest, with owls hooting, cows mooing, salmon leaping and peace all around. I've missed it.
First of all, last week with my River Calder lure adventures, I walked long miles and found an area containing my quarry. The first time I fished it I had several decent perch (1lbish) and some pike. The night after I had three perch in the 1lb - 1.5lb range, including the biggest which zapped the lure in clear water at my feet. All on camera too, so I'm really pleased with this find as this area is never fished.
I can't quite believe what's happened to me this weekend on The Ribble, though. This was Barbel heaven and barbel hell.
I decided to have a look at Balderstone on Friday for the first time. As I entered the stretch I knew straight away that my first egress in the dark would be tough. It's a patchwork quilt of fields and gates to navigate with no landmarks or anything. As I arrived it started to rain heavily (despite the forecast) and being brollyless, I was soaked before I set up. Never mind - It's a beautiful, peaceful stretch with loads of fishable water and I loved it. It was overcast and muggy and perfect as I settled at the top of the bend, a good mile yomp.
First cast I had a big chub on a single boilie before i'd even set up the other rod. Good start. The upstream rod was fished with big PVA bags to fed the swim and a 8mm pellet on a size 14. AS it got dark I hooked a big barbel. As it came in I saw it and it looked a good double. I realsied as I was about to land the fish that I'd left my landing net a few yards downstream on the mat so to net the fish I had to drop the other rod in the water and walk down a few steps. As I did this the line went slack and the fish dropped off. I was getting knocks but there was a big rain shower coming in (on the Rainfall Radar app) so I legged it. As predicted, despite my best efforts, I got lost in the fields and, wearing walking boots, this meant extremely wet legs and feet as I walked through the long grass, slipping in cowshit. I got there eventually, soaked in sweat and rainwater.
I couldn't resist going back yesterday, arriving about 4pm. Again I went up to the bend and this is where things got really weird. As soon as the light started to go the fish switched on. I had 10 bites and only landed three fish, all good sized chub. The other seven, at least five of which were barbel, I lost. I got snapped twice, once as the line wrapped around a rock, another one inexplicable above the hook. And the other five fish all dropped off through hook pulls. Yes, you heard that right, I lost seven fish including five hook pulls, on the same rod with the size 14. To put it in persepctive, hook pulls are not that common with barbel. I'd estimate one in every 7 or 8 fish hooked fall off, because of the way they get hooked on the hair in those thick lips. I changed the hooks a couple of times wondering if this was blunt hooks but it didn't make any difference. Now these hooks weren't my usual Drennan Barbel Specialist (which have never let me down). They were almost the same hook, a Drennan Specialist but they were microbarbed because that's all they had in the shop. I can only conclude that this caused the hook pulls. Obviously there was some bad luck involved too but I have never in my life had a more frustrating fishing session.
It could, in fact should, have been one of my best ever Ribble sessions in stunning surroundings. In the event it was one of the most frustrating nights I've ever had on the river.
I'll be back to this stretch to put it right, though. It ticks all the boxes for me. It was barbel fishing at it's purest, with owls hooting, cows mooing, salmon leaping and peace all around. I've missed it.