Bluemoon Angling Thread

[Didsbury Dave]

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!

 

[Newman Noggs]

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.
.

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.

 

[langy[wales]]

Had a few hours at a local lake today, froze my bits off. Few small roach and skimmers, and a nice Perch of about a pound and a half. Not bad for January .

Cracker of a perch

 

[Saddleworth2]

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.

 

[Didsbury Dave]

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!

 

[Didsbury Dave]

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.

 

[idahoblues]

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

 

[Newman Noggs]

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

 

[Newman Noggs]

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.

 

[Didsbury Dave]

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.