I was not able to get to Wessex for the first day of the opening course fishing season this year. I eventually broke free and arrived on the 19th June. Fishing today 20th June , tomorrow (midsummers Day) and Friday before having to peel myself away and drive back home.
Meeting with a good friend for the first day, we decided to fish a pond that is part of our club licence. In fact, the club has recently not only leased this water that they had for a number of years, but has actually bought it outright.
This lake has become known for its Carp, but more interesting for me is that it has also become known for its Tench, and some big Tench at that.
We arrived around lunch time and found a number of anglers already there and disappointingly, one or two were in the ‘crack’ swims that we would have liked to be fishing. We had a walk around the lake to see any signs of feeding fish. there we still a couple of great looking spots, so we opted for these.
Sport was surprisingly slow and many patches of bubblers did not amount to a bite. I did however manage to catch a number of Roach, and a Bream of which I cannot recall the last Bream I caught? so it was nice to be reacquainted.
At around 19:00 I had ran out of bait completely. Frustratingly there were still a few patches that showed signs of feeding fish here at there that I had been baiting up during the day. I noticed a single grain of corn that I had obviously spilt while baiting up lying on the ground. I’ll give this a try I thought. Hooked on the corn and cast out towards the baited swim. Within seconds the float went under and initially I thought that it was yet another Roach. The rod bent hard over, I was into something good. The fish was powering it’s way towards every patch of lillies and snags that it knew. It took all my efforts on the light line I was using to stop it and steer it out into open water. I could not get this fish to the surface. It had stopped running so my thoughts immediately turned away from a Carp and began to think that this was a Tench. Still fighting for every inch, I eventually got the fish to surface and was met by a flash of dark green as it turned and nosed down to the lake bad again. This battle ensued for a good five minutes before I managed to get it over the net. Unbelievable, right at the end of the day, and with only one grain of corn remaining.
It has been a different start to this years coarse fishing season. Due to commitments, I had cancelled my plans to visit Wessex. A slight change to proceedings, but I still had my local pond that I could get to.
02:53 brought the first sign of the approaching dawn with the first Blackbird song. A bit early I thought as they began their song from nearby chimney tops. Not however our resident Blackbirds that did not rouse until just after 05:00, which I took to be my own alarm call.
Arriving at the pond after startling a few cows when I made my way through their field, I found that It has changed dramatically since the last time I was here in 2017. It’s full of weed. Weed of all types – excellent!
This weed would put many anglers off fishing here, but it is perfect for the fish, and is great for fishing in.
The Carp were still spawning throughout the morning. I did have my sights set on catching a Tench, but this was not to be. Broken on 4lb line a number of times made my change tactics and fish straight through on 8lb line onto a Carp hook. This worked, and soon I was attached to one of these ‘zoo creatures’ that reside in this pond. Not big but gave a heck of a scrap.
I stayed on until around lunchtime when I had run out of bait. Not another sole was at the pond today. I guess everyone was put of by all the weed.
Every year people come from far and wide to the Beamish Steam Fair. Unlike many other fairs; at Beamish the engines are in their proper settings, and not just standing motionless in a field to be admired. They are worked and driven around the Museum constantly. This year, the Beamish Steam Fair focused around World War One, with many vehicles and displays from this era.
Apart from the fantastic steam engines, there were also displays such as wood cutting using a steam powered machine – very interesting.
Along with the larger steam driven engines, there was a great show of steam cars and military motor bikes. Not to mention the poor chap who had the task of riding a penny farthing bicycle across tram lines and down the cobbled streets of Beamish under his own ‘steam’.
The forthcoming fishing season of 2017/2018 licence is marked by a picture of the infamous Gudgeon.
I don’t know why? but I have kept the previous years licences. I always look forward to it arriving through the post in anticipation of what artwork will be on it for that year.
This year obviously is very pleasing, as the Gudgeon is one of my favourite fish.
It is the spring equinox today; and although I have heard the blackbirds sing for a short time, it is the first time this year that I have seen them take up the highest part of the land, (tv aerial) and begin their song in earnest.
It is probably in rejoice that the snow has finally departed, and the first really warm day of the year has warmed their feathers.
It was an odd end to the fishing season this year. With the river high and coloured I ended up at a pond. Which at this time of year is not on my agenda, but it still meant that I was fishing.
Very lucky with the weather too. Rain was forecast, and although I did get light showers, the worst held off until the evening where upon it came down in rods.
Now the season is over I can look forward to spring and planting up of the allotment. Oh, and of course, the beginning of a fresh new fishing season in June.
This batch of snow has meant that we could not get the car out of our street, and the first year in many when I didn’t own a 4×4. Subsequently, I have not managed to get to the allotment for some time now. Concerned with the amount of snowfall, I was conscious that the greenhouse roof might not be able to withstand all that snow, and collapse under the weight.
There was only one option – walk! It is a fifteen minute drive to my allotment, so I had quite a walk ahead of me in some really quite bad weather. Naturally, I took a flask of tea that would be me reward once I arrived. The snow was quite deep in a number of places and was almost as deep as the height of my flask; and far deeper than that where the snow had drifted.
I need not have worried, when I arrived at the allotment I found that the wind had probably kept most of the greenhouse roof clear. There was very little weight on it, I was very relieved,. A couple of sweeps from a broom took off most of the ice and snow. Although the thermometer in the greenhouse stood just above freezing, it seemed really warm inside. So much so that I had to take my jacket off while enjoying my reward of hot tea ahead of my long walk back home.