This was the last day of my two days off and I decided to pop back down to the new mark id found on my river where the sea trout was. I wasn’t expecting another trout but in the back of my mind, I was hoping violently hoping for it to happen. id armed myself with the Salmo minnow 5cm again in “minnow” pattern to match the baitfish and I was super impressed with it on the day before and again it absolutely crushed everything that came in its way.
10 mins in and on the same corner that I had pinned the sea trout the day before another gleaming bar of sliver crushed the minnow putting up a super hard scrap and diving into weeds to try and get off the hook, ill be honest it did scare me a few times! Eventually, I just about managed to get her into the net and it was a lovely soldier of an adult chub maybe 4lb in weight brilliant!
The rest of the fishing was quiet even some of the shoals had moved on I swiftly got to the “chub corner” section of the river where I surprisingly couldn’t hook Into anything no one was home! As I continued down the river and reached the shallow and fast water my mind instantly thought of trout so I retrieved the lure quickly so it was smashing its way along the bottom and I managed to pick up another trout! I learnt from yesterday where I hooked into about 5 brown trout and lost them all was that the rod tip had to be kept low to avoid the trout coming to the surface and shaking the hook.
I had been getting quite wound up for the rest of the day after getting into a few snags and close calls so I packed up and decided to call it a day.
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Today I somehow managed to get up at 6:00 to get down to the river to get the early morning bight, but today proved that whether it’s at 6:00 or 9:55 in the morning the bite is hot! I got down to the swim and got my waders on I jumped in and started walking downstream I got no response from any fish until I got to the first corner of the river which was where my first ever brown decided to smack the Salmo minnow 5cm. The water at this spot was absolutely steaming and was covered in weeds which made a difference from the rock and gravel all over the river. it was an epic fight with the trout jumping and splashing all over the place. was an awesome fight unfortunately I didn’t do my research and kept the rod tip high which brought the fish up and he got off.
I tried to keep walking down but got threatened by a swan that hissed at me! I didn’t even know they hissed! so I swiftly ran in the other direction. As I got round to the next side of the launch swim I managed to almost fall in I had to stick to the margins as the middle was soo much deeper. The first cast around the next bend I had a screaming smack down bite and was hooked into something big! which almost ripped the rod out of my hands! at first, I thought it was a chub due to the silver flashing of the fishes flank, I then saw the hump it had on its back then I got very excited thinking it was a salmon as there has only been 2 salmon caught in the river officially. after it tried burying itself into the weed and scared me by making me think I’ve dropped it suddenly emerged to the surface docile as ever, wow this was a big fish as well as being a sea trout which only run for a week and the river covers more than 15miles I felt blessed to hook into this fish. she barely fit into the net so I knew she was bigger than 40cm, unfortunately, I don’t weigh or measure my fish anymore so I can’t give an exact weight. After getting some good shots and releasing her she gave me one last splash and swam off the depths.
I continued to push down towards to wier pool at the end of the stretch, I swiftly came across a corner of the river i like to call chub corner for its huge shoal of chub that never seem to move! I had a few casts around here with not much interest which was surprising considering these fish had most likely never been fished for in the past, I hooked one at the bottom of a weak waterfall trickling down the side of the riverbank, guess they must have been attracted to the extra oxygenated water. It was only a little juvenile but was still fooled by the Salmo minnow, smashing the bait and inhaling it before swiftly spiting the hook just after I got it in the net! This fish was super lively and would not chill out and behave like the larger adult chub usually do. I tried to get a photo after setting up the tripod but failed miserably as it jumped out of my hands.
As I got closer to the wier the water got shallow and very fast I immediately thought “trout”. And how correct I was! unfortunately, because I was uneducated with trout I kept the rod tip high and lost them all.
I pushed past the wier and carried on walking up the river I eventually reached another little stream where I picked up an even smaller chub which I didn’t get a photo of. The only action I had after this was a brown trout with half of its back out of the water chasing the lure down hard and fast! hope you guys enjoy I haven’t made the video yet but when I have I will tag it below.
Today’s session is a quick after work trip down to the River Chelmer. Hoping to target some of the lovely Roach which reside in this stretch of River. I have personally caught them up to 2lbs, and heard of some 3’s.
The approach for my River Roach fishing is to keep things as simple as possible. For bait…Bread, blitzed bread to feed, breadflake on the hook.
In terms of tackle, a nice light quiver rod, in this case the 8ft Specalist Quiver, it has a lovely and soft 1oz tip, perfect for detecting the delicate bites from these Roach, Light line, 6lb in this case, down to a free running plastic cage feeder with less holes, its a deep river so I want my feed closer to the bottom. Then a quick change bead into a long (16inch) hook length with a size 16 hook.
The session started quick, with rip round bites coming, but I could never connect to any of the bites, became frustrating, however knowing there were some fish feeding filled me with confidence that I would catch.
I plugged away, and made sure I kept holding the rod to react to the quick bites, and it paid off, hitting into the first Roach of the day, proving to be a nice one! The next few bites came quickly and the next two fish were also tidy Roach.
Sadly after the great triple start, the fish did soon slow down. And did get a bit smaller. However for a quick session after work for an hour. I was very happy with the fish I had caught. A few good size Roach, and for a first river roach session of the season, it made it even better, surely it can only get better!
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Well this after work evening session brings me down to the River Crouch again, a small river which has really produced some lovely fish for me during this season so far, including some very nice Roach and Dace.
I have found that bread seems to be the best bait to get more bites and from better fish. So I went with some old blitzed bread from the freezer and stole a few slices from the loaf in the house! (shh!)
I started by hand feeding a ball or so of the blitzed bread in a few of the swims I fancied fishing in this session, to try and get the fish actively feeding and searching for food.
Sitting in the first swim I had a few knocks and a few missed bites, so clearly a few fish where on the feed, just my typical luck of not quite connecting to the bites.
I moved onto the next spot after 20 minutes or so, and again it wasn’t long before my hook bait was getting some interest. I had huge bite, my rod fully bent round, the type of bite you can only dream of! And connected to the fish, this was no Roach or Dace, it felt bigger and more powerful than the fish I normally catch from this small river.
It tried to dart to the inside undercut bank, and I managed to keep it up and out and quickly into the net. It was a Chub, a nice one from a small river too, just over 1lb. A proper powerful fish, although did look a bit skinny for its head size and length, so probably needs to fatten up a bit!
I continued to work my way down the few chosen swims, where I had luck previously, or have just fancied. Didn’t get anything quite to the size of the previous fish, however managed a few nice Roach and Dace still.
So far that is the only Chub I have managed this season from this River. In the previous season Chub was all I could catch, just shows how things can change.
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So on this day, I took the heavier gear and some jerk baits around 10cm and smaller. I went to the clear part of the river it sits at about 2ft with deep holes of about 4ft chub central. I found a lot of shoals but being a bright day it’s difficult fishing and managed to get a lot of followers however no takes.
I stopped sight casting thinking that the fish were not gonna be in the shallows, one blind cast resulted in a fish within the first twitch of the lure. The fish was fighting like a chub but when it showed up it was a pike of maybe 3-4lb I landed it in my 30cm trout net which was a comedy show in itself. but finally got the tripod set up and a nice fish
After spending more time with it going extra quiet I decided to move to deeper darker more weeder sections of the river I found a particular bridge I had been looking for for a while I knew it was covered in perch so I just wanted to find a couple of perch to save a blank. I ended up with one first cast which came out as a nice fish.
Today’s blog is a bit of a wet session back down the River Chelmer, targeting Perch using the Dropshot technique. This time I had my dad with me again as he fancied a taste for some Perch. It really is great fun this type of fishing, a light rod (Fish Rig 180) and some worms!
We walked the usual bridges I like to fish, giving a range of chances of catching a lot of wasp size Perch, some chunkier ones, and if we are lucky maybe a Perch of the 1lb mark. Nothing huge, but great fun!
It wasn’t long until the first bridge provided a bite, while slowly working the worm back. It a felt a good size fish, however it came off at the net! Agonising way to start the day!
I preserved on, and it wasn’t long before I had another Perch!
The day continued catching perch of this size, and smaller wasps pretty much constantly, a lot of action and great fun!
These bridges become such holding grounds for Perch, with slight undercuts in them, where some chunky perch reside!
The best Perch of the day came at the furthest away bridge, so about halfway through our session, as we fished the bridges again on the way back!
It smashed the worm and put a fantastic bend in the rod, and put up a great fight, It was swiftly in the net though! And what a great fish it was, not the biggest Perch, but a lovely fish!
Sadly we never had a Perch as big as this again this day, this bridge always seems to hold the slightly bigger Perch of this size, I feel like I have caught this same fish a few times now!
On the walk back we continued to catch more wasps and small yet chunky Perch. And on the last bridge before the car, we had a few worms left so decided just to try and use them, although this did become quite hard work, after a few perch they soon wise up!
However, I had a hit and struck, to what I initially though was nothing…yet it turned out to be something very special…
This is the first ruffe I have ever caught, and there can’t be too many left in Essex or the River Chelmer, I was chuffed and it was a great way to end the day!
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Well today’s blog is a quick after work session down a local bit of river on a lovely sunny evening. I was fishing with bread/worm in hope for a few good Roach and maybe the odd surprise. I have learnt this bit of river holds some great roach for the size of river, but also some good dace and chub, and catching any of them would be a great bonus.
The first swim was a bit more of an open part of the River, with a nice reed bed in, casting just to the side of this towards a tree too, I was hoping for some quick action, and the action did come quickly! With the first bite and fish of the day being a lovely Rudd!
Wasn’t complaining at all with this lovely fish, I thought I would have a few more chucks here, missing a few bites, but connecting to two good fish!
Two cracking roach from a tiny river! You won’t see many complain with this stamp of Roach!
Moving onto the next swim, a lovely over hanging tree swim, I was confident again of a few fish living here!
And again, fish where straight on the bread flake, with another few nice Roach coming from this swim!
This little river is really getting a warm place in my heart for being reliable in throwing up some fish, and those of a good stamp too!
The last swim fished is a lovely long overhanging tree going into the river, so have to be careful while casting here, although this is a swim I have even seen goldfish swimming around! So catching one of them would be great!
The bites continued into this swim with another 2 fish from here! The first being again…another lovely Roach!
What quality fish from this little river!
The next bite took a tad longer, however on landing, I quickly noticed is was one of the resident good Dace which live in this stretch of the river!
And that sadly was the end of my session, and what a little evening session it was. To go to a river after work for barely 2 hours, and catch these fish, I was chuffed!
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I’m afraid I’m a tad indifferent when it comes to football. I only ever take a mild interest if Spurs, the team favoured through family tradition, or the national side start to perform well and show signs of actually winning something significant. Such was the case with England’s recent Euros performance but I have to admit as the final drew close I had a desire to escape the build up and hype as the doubts, anxiety and inevitability of failure came to the fore. So I decided to go fishing, and although failure is often inevitable with this pursuit also, at least I’d be outside enjoying the natural world.
The local river Stour in Sudbury was my chosen venue, and on arrival it became apparent that large swathes of the river were unfishable, either because of overgrown swims or copious weed growth. I should have known really. This year, probably due to the wet, warm summer, grasses, nettles, bankside reeds and all manner of vegetation has grown with wild abandon, completely transforming spacious, comfortable pegs into impassable jungles that would make even Indiana Jones hang up his machete. Nonetheless, there were enough accessible swims to make a cast or two worthwhile, so I thought I’d have a go with the lure rod as I love the roving nature of this type of fishing and the opportunity it affords to reconnoiter stretches of the river I’ve yet to explore. Also, I’d recently seen a photo of a 3lb perch caught from the Stour in Sudbury which had whetted my appetite, as had a dead perch of well over 2lb I’d discovered on a canoe trip last summer. But I’d have to contend with the pike, which the river is famous for.
My dog Indy was my fishing buddy for the day and true to form he did his usual impression of a rhino and bulldozed his way through the undergrowth totally oblivious to the stingers and brambles that were tearing holes in me and constantly snaring my landing net.
I had a few casts to no avail, constantly thwarted by the weed and cabbages, so I changed from a jig to a Cheb rig, with a view to fish a creature bait using the “weedless” approach where you hook the bait in such a way as to conceal the hook to reduce snagging up. As I was rearranging my tackle (?!) I noticed that Indy had disappeared.
I needn’t have worried. Tucked around the corner in the next swim were a couple of Polish anglers who had taken a shine to the dog and were feeding him bits of their lunch.
“Nice dog”, the older one said as I walked up to them. “He’s always nice to people that feed him” I said. “Nice dog”, he repeated, nodding his head.
They were both smoking fags that smelled mighty pungent, not ghanja, more likely cheapies brought over from Poland made from weightlifters jockstraps sprinkled with festering grass cuttings or something. I bade them farewell and left before my nose fell off. After a few more fruitless casts, I found myself at a familiar spot, an old railway bridge spanning the river, with arches casting deep shade and wide brick pillars descending into the depths; perfect ambush points for perch and pike. In addition, below a straggly willow is a back eddy above a very deep hole that on a winter’s evening the previous year delivered a nice brace of sizeable chub and a perch of half a pound or so, all on legered lobworm. I’m sure I’d have caught more had I not been scared half to death by the dog, who suddenly started growling low and deep and staring fixedly into the blackness beneath the bridge. It was all far too “Blair Witch” for my liking so I buggered off sharpish, dragging the dog with me who carried on growling all the way back to the car!
This time, however, it was broad daylight and the sun was out, perfectly illuminating the space beneath the bridge along with all the beer cans, plastic bottles, fag packets and general detritus common to river banks nowadays; bloody horrible but not a knife wielding maniac.
Annoyingly, the bridge swims produced nothing so I flicked the creature bait into the hole beneath the willow and was rewarded with the smallest pike I’ve ever seen, a micropredator not much bigger than the lure. And that was it, not a sniff for the next twenty minutes so a move was in order.
I headed for a stretch of the river that’s maybe three or four foot deeper than the general course where apparently dredging work was carried out in the sixties. I figured they’d be less weed in deeper water. First cast proved that theory was flawed when I reeled in a big chunk of lily rhizome but it was definitely less snaggy than the shallower area where I’d started, and there was also more fish action as I caught two jacks of about 4lb in quick succession, one of whom nearly tore the rod out of my hand with a thwack of a take. I was beginning to enjoy myself, and light levels were dropping as the evening rolled in so I begun to work the deep margin cover for perch.
But then what can only be described as rowing rush-hour began. One man sculls, two man sculls, four man sculls, they all kept coming in what seemed an endless regatta of men and woman in boats; puffing, blowing, shouting, splashing, laughing, swearing and even some waving at me and the dog. It was practically impossible to fish. During a brief lull in the paddling I chanced a quick cast and, unbelievably, hooked another jack! I just managed to land it before it was keelhauled by a single rower totally oblivious to me and the tussle going on beneath his boat. As I unhooked it, a passing two man scull shouted “show us the fish mate!”, which of course I did. And that was that, the boat traffic seemed to fade away and with it my enthusiasm to fish on. So my football avoidance session hadn’t exactly been Premier League but I had some sport from those lively jacks and had spent a couple of hours walking a river that was a pleasure to behold, watching ethereal dragonflies skim and dart and kingfishers hunt for fry from riverside perches. Which was, of course, way, way better than watching football.
For a while, now id had owned some NST green machine baby craws when I was learning about perch lure fishing after seeing a 4lb wild perch come up on them! now I have learnt more about finesse methods now and I can really put them through their paces.
On the first impression, I was super impressed the material felt very expensive strong but stretchy, they rigged super well onto a weedless hook. I cheb weighted these floating lures on a super slow retrieve twitching it across the bottom.
I lost a lot of these but that’s fishing they are defo worth throwing! upon the first cast, I caught a nice perch from the margins but unfortunately lost it playing with the go pro Grrr!
Then moved over to my honey hole very snaggy but worth every risk for the amount of perch. and in seconds the ninjas drag screaming with a nice fish on the end. awesome!
After this, it was getting late and the cheb wasn’t coping with the silly amounts of weed. I finally found another bridge where the weed stopped. the first cast I had a follow from a small chub and second cast I banged another very pretty perch.
On another day this perch came up when i was looking for new marks, this perch shot out of the margin when i casted into a shoal of chub.
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