Frustrating River Chew followed by Bristol Avon Perch

James and I spent many hours on lower River Chew searching for fish in the sedate flow on the float. James loved every minute using his whip he bagged up on Minnows to maggot on a size 16 hook. I am afraid the Minnows did not quite have me so captivated and I was frustrated not to see some variety - maybe the odd out of season trout or chub to break up the predictability but it wasn't to be. We moved to the Bristol Avon and I was happy to finish the day with a nice Perch on the fly, a red fur number that has served me well in the past. Heck of a lot of water coming down but clear enough to work a lure.

Another Chubtastic session on Somerset Frome

A misty morning across the Bristol Avon catchment and the rivers were in fine condition after copious amounts of rain and a short spell of settled, fairly dry weather. The levels were within normal but high with the colour just dropping. Not quite enough clarity to make the fly the obvious choice so if I needed an excuse to run the stick float through some of my favourite runs this was the time. James, my youngest, had brought his Christmas whip which was only really feasible in the back eddies of some of the biggest pools. To my surprise whilst I blanked for the first 20 minutes in the main flow James caught a lovely miniature Roach and Dace close to the bank. First swim then went quiet. After testing a few other swims trotting the stick we finally settled on a long straight run ending in a bend. It was approximately 6' even depth with steady flow.  It was not long before we got re-acquainted with one of the resident big Chub. After a head banging struggle and a couple of burrowing runs to the bank it was in the keepnet (James' Christmas present number two!). For the next couple of hours James and I literally bagged up netting at least a dozen good sized Chub between 2-4lb.

Usual tackle of 6lb fluro attached to size 6 hook and a generous cheese paste blob. In most circumstances a positive hook up would result for leaving the float to dive away for few seconds. An immediate strike would often return the bait in a moulded shape crushed by the larynx of the Chub but without fish. I left in disbelief of how this stretch of river can sustain such a density of large fish. My thoughts turned to new year planning and what great fun a focussed a session on the fly in the summer would be. It was also good to see a couple of other anglers on the bank during the Christmas break.

In praise of Chub on the Somerset Frome

Well I had checked the river levels in the morning and although high the rivers were falling. So I headed off to the lower Somerset Frome with Pike fly rod and back up float gear for Chub in hand. On arriving I could see the river was up and coloured unfishable from a fly or lure perspective. I reached for the stick float and put my faith in the Chub. The day was bright after a period of prolonged heavy rain. I set off for miles trying every back eddy on the stick float feeding each swim with liquidized bread. The current was racing through and I was conscious I needed to get my cheese paste to penetrate the depths. It was tough to start and I only had size 6 hooks so it was go big or go home. Lots of bites from smaller fish, I guessed they were Dace or possibly Roach, but I was not connecting. I had avoided the weir pools thinking the fast flowing water would not be the best in such conditions. This was a bad move as in the last hour I fished the tail of one of the biggest weir pools. The expanse of water was actually dissipating the flow and the float was running nicely at about 5' deep on the edge of the crease to the main channel. Within a few minutes first Chub of about 3lb was on the bank after a lunging fight with the fish breaking water several times. I caught four Chub all within the 2.5lb-3lb bracket on a generous lump of cheese paste and would have continued if I hadn't run out of bait. The Chub were in fine condition and I have to say this stretch of Avon Tributaries Somerset Frome is a cracking fishery.

Somerset Levels Piking

Blustery day on the levels with heavy showers and the odd sunny interval. The drains thankfully staying within their banks but only just. Trio today of  Red, my youngest James and I. Tough day at the office though with very little action. One small pike fell to the fly, a red rabbit fur fly with weighted fish head. The fish hit once but I did not connect and then took it second time as I covered the same area. James and Red were using lures and spinners but not a tug. We covered some ground but it just wasn't happening.

Winter Chub on the Somerset Frome

Having a young son who is keen to catch just about everything has inspired me to branch out with my fishing. Today we set out to catch Chub and have a little dabble at Pike on the fly if that wasn't successful. It has been a long time since I had prepped bait for the next day but I diligently liquidised some bread and made up a quick and easy cheese paste. The paste was effectively cheddar, a bit of the liquidised bread and some clover to bind. We headed to a lovely stretch of the Somerset Frome on the Avon and Tributaries ticket which I knew was frequented by Chub. First swim and a few handfuls of liquidised bread were thrown in. Literally second or third cast and the stick float slid away. After a lethargic struggle our first Chub was in the net and it was a fine fish of I would estimate over 3lbs. James was made up with such a large fish from what he called a shallow river. A few more casts with missed bites and we moved on.

Second swim slightly deeper and slower. Same method few handfuls of bread and let the stick float trot down with a size 6 hook and generous blob of cheese paste. Another clonking Chub in the net. We caught 4 decent sized fish one of which James did all the work on so it was so really rewarding for him on his little 8' Shakespeare all purpose rod.

After the bites dried up I made a few casts with the fly rod and tempted a Pike of 5lb from the bottom. Unfortunately it did not make it to the net and shook the single hook on the surface. We then moved locations and spent the dying hours of day in little mill pool run where James bagged a half a dozen smaller Chublets. He actually enjoyed this more than catching the big ones as it was quick fire instant reaction fishing. A great way to spend a dull miserable Saturday, anything but for us!

Mixing it up with Pike on the fly and a bit of drop shotting for Perch

Took my son canal fishing on a wet windy day. The worse rain all year constrained us to the canal. My first trip to this lovely lilliput canal with naturalised banks and no boat traffic. I set up with my usual pike fly gear while my youngest James had a light LRF rod with a selection of mini lures. It was the first time we had really tried this method. The light reel had 20lb braid with an 8lb fluro leader and Size 4 hook set about 9 inches above a small weight. When we got to the canal some parts were clear but there were large stretches where the nearby ploughed fields had run off muddying the water making it pretty unfishable in places.

I immediately hooked into a nice jack of about 5lb on the fly but failed to get to the bank. Shortly after that I banked, on the fly, a miniature beauty that looked at home in the mini chocolate box surroundings. My son James was beginning to get the hang of the drop shot patiently encouraging the Perch to feed under a small bridge. Ironically though his first fish banked was a Pike about 15" that took the tiny plastic. He then went on to catch several palm sized perch on the drop shot. Pink seemed to be the colour.

All in all I caught 3 small Pike and lost two bigger ones on the fly and James caught 4 Perch and a Pike on the drop shot. It was a brilliant call and made the most of the horrendous weather. It has whetted our appetite to try drop shotting nearer to home perhaps on some of the urban waterways.

Portland Bill excursion for Bass and Wrasse

Light winds and last of the summer sun had encouraged a long day trip to Portland Bill. A bit of old rag still left from a previous south coast trip but the focus was on lure fishing for Bass and Wrasse. First stop was the far end of Chesil where it met the Bill. My son and I traversed some impressive boulder fields to make our way down to an idyllic spot sheltered from the light easterlies. Loads of Gar were showing but we did not have the hooks or lures small enough to connect. After an hour or so I hooked a nice Bass of about 40cm on the Black Minnow and then the Wrasse started hitting the lures. The neap tide was on its way out mid way between high and low. After several bitten off lures we finally landed a nice Wrasse.

Time for change in scenery and we headed off for Pulpit rock at the end of the Bill. It frustrates me greatly when you can't pay for parking on your card. An app later and 30 minutes of faffing on the phone and finally we could park - is this meant to be easy arghhh? Pulpit rock was busy with sightseers and fisherman but we managed to slot in amongst them. After a few hours of fishing across low we managed a small Pollack and Wrasse but not easy fishing although we were distracted by the impressive scenery. We ended up back on Chesil to see the sunset. A long beautiful day and well worth the trip.

If only I had found this place sooner, Bitterwell a great introduction to my son for Carp on fly

Last few weeks of summer have seen my son and I re-invigorating the Friday fish. I having been dashing home at school exit time and with a quick turn we were fishing for Carp on the fly at Bitterwell Lake near Bristol by 16:30. This nice little lake is not picky about fly fishermen using artificial flies and it is a great venue for late evening sport. Both James and I have landed some good double figure fish. The only difficulty is the ducks and swans competing with the carp for your floating bait. After I while I realised liberal amounts were required to cause distraction and subdue appetites! To my surprise there are a few other regular carp fly enthusiasts joining us.

Carp on fly and a new venue

Despite the trout streams looking good after a bit of rain I was fixated on tackling carp on the fly having not had a good session for some years. I convinced Red it was good idea and set off with a small bag of dog biscuits and half a dozen deer hair flies. We were on Avon Tribs exchange with Warminster Angling at a small lake near Frome. On arrival the carp were drifting, breaking water in the shallows and looking decidedly catchable. However once aware of our presence they soon became skittish and retreated to the snaggy fringes. Patience persisted though as we fed the biscuits little and often and soon the fish were with in easy casting distance and confidently feeding. It turned into a busy session with our fly reels screaming as the small but feisty carp sped off across the lake. Between us we landed a handful of fish in the 4-6lb range with Red losing a good double figure fish. The poor water clarity allowed a good strong leader of 12lb fluro which was a bonus when stopping the fish heading for the numerous snags in the lake.

Its raining and more Perch on the Frome

It had rained persistently for some 24 hours and unbelievably the water was up and coloured on the usual trout beats so we headed way down on the Frome and its confluence with the Avon. The Avon was absolutely clogged with weed after the low water spell and almost unfishable by any method other than float. A few Chub were showing in the Frome amongst the rannuculus but none taking the fly. Switch of tactic to the lure and finding some structure managed to tempt a few Perch again on strip of fluro fur with weighted fish head. First a nice fish of about 1lb followed by few smaller brothers. No pike though.

Cornish excursion

Wonderful few weeks in Cornwall. Surf small and clean most of time with some flat days or northerly winds dictating a bit of South coast kayaking. My lads totally into the surfing for the sheer fun whether its on shortboards, softboards or bodyboards which suits me fine.

All the beautiful Bass caught close to the shore not necessarily at high or low, but in the movement of tide. As ever the Bass went back to grow on. Great sport looking for chasing fish and then casting in front with lures waiting for the hit. Weather sublime, water crystal clear. Mackerel too were great sport together with lots, and I mean lots, of small Pollack.

Bass, Wrasse and wrecks exploring the Jurassic Coast

Another day out on the South coast as the baking weather with lights winds continued. Launched yak from Ringstead and set off along the coast in search of Bass. Caught a nice sized schoolie and then lost a really good fish just yards from the boat. The tide was pretty low all day so although plenty of fish about they were hard to tempt. The water was like glass at times with the odd patch of mist rolling in. Snorkeling gave me insight to the busy world under the surface with plenty of Bass patrolling just yards from the beach and small pockets of territorial Wrasse.in amongst the kelp. Weedless lures all the way today made life easy although the Wrasse would make short work of the rubber lure.

No particular plan turns in to Perch fest

Met up with Red to fish Frome on Avon Tribs ticket. Another baking morning as this summer of all summers continues. Plan was coarse on the fly in some form, whether that was Chub on the dry or Pike on lure, not absolutely sure but something away from our usual trout. Red was first to connect and landed a nice Pike almost on his first cast using a leech fly without a trace. I had a Chub take the dry but failed to get it to the net.  I swapped to lures, added the trace and started to explore the gaps between the weeds. Almost at the point of giving up I hooked a good fish which until I got in the net thought was a Pike. It turned to be a stonking Perch, not my PB, but not far off and not shy of 2lb I would guess. It took the fly deep beneath the sub surface leaves of the lillies. Red caught a couple of smaller Perch on his Leech fly which really seemed effective in UV black dubbing. The Frome incidentally looked wonderful with Gudgeon, fry and Minnow teeming beneath our feet. Those wily old Chub, until next time!

Fish in hiding but certainly not the badger..

Met up with Red to fish Wellow. Sweltering heat, we headed for a lightly fished section shaded in trees. On the way movement in the field turned out to be a badger in the morning sunshine. I managed to get right up and close as it foraged in the long grass. It turned, saw me and then proceeded to feign death. It was clear it had made a judgement it was not quicker than a human. I held back as its eye flicked open. I stopped moved back and let it go on its way. Clearly young and inexperienced. Same story with the fish being young and inexperienced as no large fish turned up today. The water was clear and low and I picked up a few small trout on the nymph fishing deep in the turbulent runs. Absolutely beautiful day to be in the river full of fry and damsels.