The 125

Last Sunday was Leamington Angling's 125th year celebration gala held at Jubilee pools. Myself and Barry were on the Horseshoe pool demonstrating Fly Fishing for Carp, through the day we offered plenty of advise for anglers that were keen to try this method, a couple of fish were even caught!

Club member Jeff had fished for Trout but had never tried fishing for Carp using the fly and was making some enquiries as to how it feels to have a Carp on the end of such light gear, I managed to hook a fish whilst he was there and handed the rod over for him to experience for himself.

Jeff in some rod bending action

First Fly landed Carp for Jeff

Needless to say, I think he'll be up there giving it a go soon.

When things quietened down it was time to give Cerys a quick lesson in the art of fluff chucking and started with some casting tuition.

Gently does it!

Run for cover!!

The art of watching for a take and not striking too early.

Wait for it!!

After some frantic action with the odd shout of "No, I want to do it" from Cerys, we eventually got the fish on the bank, Cerys's first Carp.

Not the biggest but Cerys's first Carp.

 

 

 

Ghostie

I've been wanting to blog for a while but I've had too much on to be able to tap out a few words, hope this will keep you guys interested for a short while. Did a short session on Jubilee with the fly rod yesterday and this was the first fish to grace the bank and even though it wasn't the biggest fish of the day it was by far the prettiest, I managed to capture the release on video.

Time to oil up!

Just as the water starts to get warmer and a little oil can be ground baits and stick mixes, the local supermarket drops the price of it's hemp oil for one week, thank you.

 

Bargain!!

 

Time to stock up, £4.50 instead of the usual £6

Getting Bigger

Their slowly getting bigger, had a nice mirror at eighteen ten last Sunday.

A recognisable scar on this one.

Shame I missed the take, went to bait a margin spot just down from the peg I was fishing, when I returned the line was pointing a different direction and no signal from the alarm, luckily the fish was still on.

Morning Exercise

Did a spot of morning exercise last Saturday at Ryton, no, not running or cycling, did a spot of peg building.

Compost corner was in desperate need of something firm to stand on, the muddy bank was slippery at the best of times and eroding away quickly, even with the longest of landing net handles it was still a good stretch to find water deep enough to land a fish.

What this peg needed was a wooden box back filled with rubble and made level, so, this is exactly what me and Barry built.

Swinging the sledge.

Finished!

I also donned the chest waders to clear tackle from a few snags and overhanging tree's, I cut back a fair few branches here and there around the pool but was careful not to overdo it and spoil the spots.

Up to my Nicky Nacky Noo's!

Now, which branch next??

It's amazing how deep it is so close in!!!

In the teeth.

It's typical isn't it, the one day I'm able to get on the bank and we get the worst weather for a while, heavy rain and strong wind. I'd been watching the forecast for a few days and things appeared to be changing for later in the day so I picked Barry up at twelve and we headed off through the rain to our destination. The venue was completely devoid of any angling activity (don't know why?) so we had the choice of swims.

Having fished the same place for the previous two weeks I had a plan in mind but it put me in the teeth of the wind and driving rain, the brolly was first up and rods were soon out. The outlook for the afternoon looked good and it wasn't long before the rain eased and turned to light showers, it wasn't just the weather on the change, things were brightening up for Barry as well, a small Pike graced the bottom of his net and put him in the lead.


The sun put in an appearance and grey turned to patches of blue between showery clouds, Barry's rod was away again, almost literally as he was re-baiting his predator rod and had an unexpected take on the float rod that sent the spool spinning, he grabbed the butt and held on as a Carp made a bid for freedom, it was touch and go at times with only a five pound hook length but gently pressure tired the fish and it soon slid over the cord, fish two for Barry with a lovely mirror at eleven pound twelve ounces.

In the lead with eleven and three quarters

I was playing catch up but knew my baits were in the right place as I'd lost a lump off one of the spots the previous week so it was just a matter of time. A few bleeps signalled the take and I lifted into the fish on an already tight clutch and took a step back to keep it away from the snags, luckily it kited away and into open water, it wasn't a big fish but it was a good scrap and put a healthy bend in the rod, Barry did the honours with the net.


A duck for this one.

It was another mirror of a similar size to Barry's earlier fish but went a little more a twelve and a half. I was a bit upset to see bite damage on the tail of this fish, I had heard of Otters in the area a few weeks earlier and it was the first evidence we'd seen. I did the best I could for the fish and treated the wound before returning, hopefully it will recover.

B******'s!

At the end of the session I was awarded the Duck and as we started to pack away the now dry gear and just to put the icing on the cake the heavens opened and threw everything at us, rain and hail and all in driving wind, I've never got wet so quickly from a shower of rain, I got to the car and when looking for my keys found a drowned phone in my pocket, it's still drying out in a bag of rice.

Seeds.

Got a phone call from Barry on Saturday asking if I was fishing Sunday, I had no commitments so agreed that a session on the bank would be good. The ice had cleared from Ryton, just, and I was thinking that a spot of piking would be good, Barry had a thought about putting one rod out for Carp and the other for Pike, I wasn't sure, all efforts should be in one species rather than a half effort on two species, if I was going to blank it might as well be style.

After I put the phone down, the seed that Barry had sown into my head grew into an idea of putting all my efforts into fishing for Carp instead of Pike, the last weekend in February has always been good for Carp at Ryton for me so with that weekend only being a couple of weeks away there is always a chance!

Peg one was free and if there was ever going to be that chance of catching anything it was where a load of free food has been going in. Choddy's in yellow and white were dispatched to the area and I sat back and settled down for a long wait. Bird activity was giving me the odd line twitch and I wasn't expecting a take, but one of my alarms let out a one toner and my first thoughts was that of a bird of the tufted variety but there wasn't any in the area and when I struck the rod tip gave a satisfying nod as a fish made a bid for freedom down the tree line, a little drag pressure put a halt to any plans of escape and it slowly made it's way back towards me, protesting with the odd twist and turn, it didn't feel a big fish but as it got closer I could see that it was a Carp, I muttered 'don't come off' several times as it came closer to the net and I was soon on the phone to Barry to rub his nose in it!

Pristine!

We played guess the weight and I put the fish at around twelve, Barry said eleven pound ten, the Reuben's needle pulled round and settled three notches short of twelve, with each notch being two ounces it made it eleven pound ten ounces, the jammy git!

I kept the rods in the same area for the rest of the session but had no more takes, one fish did crash a couple of times but it was just out of range from where I was, from the other side of the pool it might have been worth a chuck.