The Lucky Dip Page

This page will produce 25 Lucky Dip randomly selected diary entries every time it's loaded. These are in random order, i.e. not in chronological order, so of course some of them are out of context...they are filtered to exclude the 'non-fishing' entries. Just because.

In the spirit of the 'Lucky Dip' here is a random rqNot 'random' in the true sense of the word, but a random pick from a selection of quotes that I quite like. There will be Prachett. And Nietzsche.  quote:

"There were 183 of us freshmen and a bowling ball hanging from the three-story ceiling to just above the floor. Feynman walked in and, without a word, grabbed the ball and backed against the wall with the ball touching his nose. He let go, and the ball swung slowly 60 feet across the room and back - stopping naturally just short of crushing his face. Then he took the ball again, stepped forward, and said: 'I wanted to show you that I believe in what I'm going to teach you over the next two years.' " ~~ Michael Scott, as quoted in "Caltech Grad's Donation Honors Late Professor" ~~ 

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Lucky Dip from 2009  31st August 2009. Luckfield Lake. Three hours of ebbing daylight, spent entirely in Peg 4, although using the lifeless 'Ugli Stik Avon', I managed a great little mirror from the only bite of the fabulous dusk.

Luckfield Lake Fishing under the tree again... Luckfield Lake Just another float picture... Luckfield Lake Autumn colours already?
Luckfield LakeMoon, moon, let it so be...

Lucky Dip from 2011  6th May 2011. Tranquil Lake. A load of small tench and rudd, one large tench and a grass snake. Which I didn't catch.

Tranquill LakeThe pitch on the south west corner Tranquill LakeThe rather rather woody south end. Tranquill LakeThe grass snake making a break for it Tranquill LakeThe big tench Tranquill LakeAbout the best rudd

Lucky Dip from 2015  19th June 2015. Kingsbridge. A big wind down...back to the MKIV 'G' s/u, no (good) reason. I'd Tranquil in mind but the thin looking colour didn't ring any bells, then I realised Wellington was free. Aha. I tried a spot for a while, because I thought I ought, never a good reason. I snuck into place and fished a mussel over some potamageton and missed one sly bite completely, another I could have sworn I had something on briefly, then a third was 18" of eel, released involuntarily into the wild as I picked up the net. I pondered that over a cup of 'Earl Grey', so despite carps mooching in the opposite corner, the vibe was all wrong and so pottered back to Packhorse, pausing only to swap 10lb line for 8lb, then fished in the lilies.

PackhorseWellington, mine all mine... PackhorseLift? Dip? You choose. PackhorseSome fish PackhorseThe hard pulling perch PackhorseThe slab

It wasn't the same day as before, but nabbed a small mirror on the drop second cast (eh?), then missed a lot of dithering, had a couple of small bream and roach, then finally nabbed a slab and then another ferocious perch, perhaps the same one as a fortnight back. A solid common of perhaps 8lb took a mussel on the drop, then I pitched some bread on the edge of the right hand patch and waited...then it was 10pm, so aimed the DT'Driving Technology', do keep up at the crescent moon, the evening star and a glass of merlot, in that order.

Lucky Dip from 2013  25th July 2013. Hamoon - The River Stour.

Hamoon - The River StourHamoon Weirpool

I like it here, it's a scramble to fish it, and I belay the return with a length of rope, the bank is ten feet and overhung at the top - I'm no longer 21 ;-). The attractions are, the water has a lot of variety in small area, the main flow is strong, you can trot through the middle of the white water with the rod held high or you can fish a lighter float in the eddy in front of you where the water is 7 feet deep. And everywhere in between. There's a decent head of dace, small chub, roach and odd surprise gudgeon. Never dull and the weir white-noise drowns the world out.

Of course if you've picked the wrong centre-pin, left your river float tube at home with the 4lb line, you have to fish it with a Harlow pin loaded with 10lb (sinking) line, with the only Avon, a small fluted one that was in your pocket and only one piece of 4lb line, attached to the Avon, it's not so sweet, but sometime one has to make do...

Hamoon - The River Stour Hamoon - The River Stour Hamoon - The River Stour Hamoon - The River Stour Hamoon - The River Stour Hamoon - The River Stour

I ended up with two score of fish, small chub, dace in the 3-4oz range and roach to perhaps 6oz - the fish moved deeper as the sun got higher, but I never stopped catching. Late on a fish pulled the rod tip right over and hugged the bottom and I hoped for a bigger chev. but a wide mouthed eel materialised and with the hook showing, I had only to slip the open forceps down the line and tweak the hook out, letting Anguilla slip back to the bottom of the pool having never left the water. The top of my rod hand was sunburnt red by the end and feet aching from standing on the rocks at the bottom of the slope, a good day.

Lucky Dip from 2007  11th March 2007. Pitmans Pond. Buzzards and a very good rudd. Or two. A glorious sunny day, no clouds and a bit of a south-west wind. Busy here today, pegs 3, 4, 16 & 17 are occupied. Peg 13 is not though and it is something of a favourite of mine so I'm camped in the sun, chair flipped so I'm on the ground with a backrest and sat on the unhooking mat.

Lulled by the sun a stabbing bite develops from ten minutes of playful dips, is over struck and missed, with a suggestion of resistance the closest to a fish. I add some corn to the hook and the hemp and go again. The wind is warm today, like a soft brush on the back of the hands. The water is 10°C, warm also. In the sun the temperature is 20°C, but that not the shade temperature. Plenty of knocks but no fish. I wonder about larger bait. Size '8' hook currently and two grains of corn tipped with a cockle. A peacock butterfly wafts past and bird song but not a hint of green on the trees still skeletal from winter, mild though it is. A mob of dogs and ramblers pass - so much disruption on a peaceful day.

An hour passes with a lot of movement; both float and water but no carp. I've got a new trace ready; size '10', with 3 × no.6 shot in a piece of silicone sleeving to confound the false hemp bites. I will change the tackle and likely halve the false bites. I'll bottom end only the float as well to keep it from drifting. The empty-sky feeling is enhanced by a pair of buzzards, wheeling against the blue, their lonely cries near echoing. They circle each other and drift slowly away to the north as I watch.

Arriving with the buzz of a bee is the feeling that a fish is a distinct possibility. No reason, unless the floats sudden stillness is due to hastily vacating fry. A departing or moving angler swishes past all camo gear and 2oz bombs and a sweatshirt so pale you can see it 450 yards away. Doesn't ask how I've done or stop. I'm never offended but am constantly amazed at this lack of curiosity.

Pitmans Pond spring buzzard sky Pitmans Pond always welcome

Tackle changed. Something else has changed, it's fishier somehow. Fewer small fry about. Single cockle size '10' 'no.7'. I wait. Two more departing, 'wiff-waff' past omitting, as usual, a "How are you doing?", never mind any fishing talk. I award myself a cup of tea. Soon now, I think. Water is 10°C all morning. In the sunshine it's summer. Another departee, who offered he'd had a lone 3lb mirror. There's hope then, for both the fishing and sociability of fishing. I learn he tipped in his surplus corn bait two days ago to my left and right. Decent of him to say, faith is further restored.

Odd day. Things suddenly feel fishless so I take an hour out to catch rudd with some 4lb line and a size 16 and pole float. I catch 20 at least. I wonder about for a bit. 3:15. Still 10°C in the water but no sign of feeling that carp are about. If the two lads on peg 3 move I'll head over at 4:30 and give it a go in the lily roots. I've gone back to a size 8 JH and a porcy quill for the last bit. In for a penny' and all that. I've finally spotted the Greater Spotted Woodpecker, chak-chak-chak, tapping away in the oak 50 yards distant for the last hour. Perhaps a better zoom for the camera...

The sun sipping behind my grounded brolly reveals the true air temperature to be 12°C, still warm for March. The woodpecker is still going and two robins start with a 'chipping' match and this escalates to a pitched battle for territorial rights. A couple of carp have topped now 20 yards to my left on the far bank, air and water temperatures have met and dusk is coming. Perhaps my best bet now, but as the peg the lads clear I move there as soon as the pickup car has left. Fifteen minutes later I take a 9½lb mirror carp, which battles hard but with few long runs. I then get settled in and take eight rudd in quick succession, with the largest shown here, about a 1lb. None were less than ½lb. These are giants in this pond. All on double cockles. Rudd like seafood...

Pitmans Pondscardinius

The water temperature here is a good 2°C up on Peg 13, which is a decent difference for March. I get a slowish bite and am rewarded for my deliberate strike with a swirl. It's not over yet, although the wind has freshened and it's colder. The thermometer has packed up again, I think it dislikes the damp. Note to self, dismantle and damp-proof. Dusk arrives, not the best, but they're all good. As I decide to leave I get a sharp prod on the posterior and think it imagined until it's repeated. I stand and lift my unhooking mat and see a mole vanish suddenly...well that doesn't happen every day. Off home for tea.

Lucky Dip from 2019  16th June 2019. Opening Daze. The glorious started at 4:30am with the patter of rain on the lean-to roof and the rhythmic thudding of larger drops from the eaves, the latter signifying ‘more than a passing shower’. I went back to sleep...and at 6:30 the sounds were the same and at 7:30, but headed for a sausage sandwich and some coffee anyway. I could watch the cricket highlights if it was still raining...I pootle off around 9:30, grey, damp skies and a fine drizzle. I’m going anyway...the late hour (late? Hah!) re-setting the flask from coffee to tea.

I popped ‘Rumours’ on the DTDriving Technology’s built in jukebox and ‘Gold Dust Woman’ was fading out as I crossed the dam. Spot on. GP was there already, since 4am, impressive given that it was cloudy, rainy, the wind was fishtailing about the pond in gusts and it was quite cool for the time of year. Sadly for both of us he’d not caught, although I winkled out a few roach in the next swim using the bait of charlatans and mountebanks (a.k.a. maggots). Even those roach, nice fish of a hand’s size, pulled tentatively on the thinnest sliver of cane and after the first couple, I switched the hook down to 16(ish) fine wire with a single maggot, as it seemed like a scratching day.

Nevertheless, as if enlivened by the talismanic arrival of Pete, a solid crucian of over 1lb took the bait. I presciently noted I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the only one. GP offered around his very very fine chocolate-chip-and-banana cake. Pete went on. Jim turned up and wisely went further up the bank. Another gentle dip of the float led to a good tench and I briefly engaging in a violent squabble, in which the hook, called upon to arbitrate, found in favour of the tench. The fish left, stage right, in a furious cloud of bubbles lined into the lilies. Damn.

The Saxon Ponds Pitch the First The Saxon Ponds The Lone Crucian The Saxon Ponds The float rod and '450
The Saxon Ponds The second float The Saxon Ponds The third float The Saxon Ponds The Last Pitch

GP caught a fine roach and after another hour I ‘called it’ and decamped for my tea and a trip around the pond. Jim had a small crucian and was getting bites, so hypothesising the shallow water was perhaps warmer I set up camp. For me, this didn’t work...in the end with evening on the horizon, I cleared a middle swim of reed mace and flag iris using a vicious curved knife on a landing net handle (sorry Jim!) and fished the last two hours out in as fine as swim as one might wish for.

Not that the float even twitched for those two hours...I followed on GP’s heels, wishing Jim more luck than we’d had to date. ”In Through the Out Door” for the road home, fish pie, new potatoes and a ridiculous chocolate cake waiting chez Anotherangler. Pretty good for the ritual day.

Lucky Dip from 2014  14th March 2014. River Sem. Tiddlers, proper ones, big gonk, huge minnows, a 1lb chub, a 10oz roach...real fishing.

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Spring sunlit Nadder...1
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Spring sunlit Nadder...3
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Spring sunlit Nadder...4
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Spring sunlit Nadder...5
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Spring sunlit Nadder...6
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Spring sunlit Nadder...4
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Very very fat minnow...5
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A clonkin' gonk...6

The little Avon Gypsy looks the part, but truthfully one needs a quicker retrieve even on a little stream, as a hooked fish can go one of two ways, which for convenience, we will call 'up-stream' and 'down-stream'.

Lucky Dip from 2009  27th December 2009. Court Barn Farm. Chapman 500, Kingpin and a box of maggots. First time here, but there's a good head of fish I'm told, it has the advantage of a heavy spring flow (so no ice) and I get the place to myself. Put a 4lb trace on with a size 14, OK, for some that's heavy gear. I plumb up five feet of water in the lee of a tree-bole, barely keeping the wind off my back. Cold cold cold.

Court Barn Farmchilly, cold, nippy, brass monkeys... Court Barn Farm1, 2, 3, 4, what is it we're waiting for? Court Barn Farm...chippy, fresh, blizzard, tundra... Court Barn Farm1 of 23, part of the collective

Twenty-seven Perch, 23 rudd and a roach. Good.

Lucky Dip from 2005  15th October 2005. Bucklebury Ponds, Berks.

We elected to give the Hordens Mere a go for a couple of hours (nothing if not persistent) and if nothing came of it, whip up to Bucklebury Ponds, which is a nice environment and had a good record of producing fish even in the dead of winter. At least when I went in the early nineties it did. Guess what?

Bucklebury Ponds The north bank from the south Bucklebury Ponds The north bank from the south

After two hours with no bites at Hordens' (on the north side of the Pit, towards the west end), we went to Bucklebury. The lower lake has weeded up a good bit since my last visit. But we got into two swims on the east side and with small waters the percentage is often on 'bait and wait'. After an hour I had a bite, missed it and having missed another couple, switched to a pole rig and double maggot on a '14'. In a couple of hours I caught a perch and a couple of roach, but for rusty striking... (or perhaps just bad). I certainly missed about half a dozen bites, all told. Some tentative. Again the water was still, with no wind, but all day carp clooped and slurped in the weed, splooshed and rolled under the south bank. Some floating crust might have been handy, but we'd not thought of that.

Brother had a couple of roach on sweetcorn and towards the end of the day a bronze bream about a 1lb on a big lobworm. He also had a couple of knocks on ledgered luncheon meat to no avail. By the by, brother was using 'Stren Gold', which is even more obvious that the 'Blue'. Again, in the water it vanishes. Weird, but handy. Eventually at about 4pm, I moved to an East corner swim, which in the past had yielded carp. I cut down some beech branches, to get into the "left to nature swim" and fished more or less under my rod tip with the Avon rod, pole float, 6lb mono, 6lb silkworm trace, size '10' raptor and luncheon meat liberally spread around. And zoned out. Or is that in?

After 30 minutes I noticed ripples coming from the left and peeking through the bush, saw a carp in the corner of the lake gulping air. It was about 8lb and a really well conditioned 'wildie', full set of scales, slender and no "pot" (maybe that's the 'no boilies' rule on the ponds?). I watched. After a bit it was joined by another a couple of pounds heavier, as equally well conditioned as the smaller. And they nosed about, gulped air and generally didn't feed. They made their way along to me and at one point both fish were three feet from my left foot - the left side of this swim had a beech sapling/bush which gave good cover.

With maximum stealth I cut up luncheon meat and flicked bits off my leg into the branches and the fish ignored them. I persisted and after 10 minutes of the two fish moving up and down, eventually one vanished and some tiny disturbance around my float got me interested and the fish reappeared from the depths by my left foot. Rats. That was the closest I got. I spent the quarter of an hour watching and flicking bits of bait and quite enjoying the spectacle. If they were feeding I could see what on and often it appeared just be air gulping. Occasionally they'd suck at a branch hanging in the water. Actually the highlight of my weekend. Sibling was ready to call it quits and as I had no strong feeling I was going to catch one, I went along.

Lucky Dip from 2011  7th February 2011. Kingsbridge. A victory for bread paste. JAA...mostly breadpaste...this is what happens to the left-over white loaves after a day's floater fishing.

I walked about Packhorse and behind Tranquil and although my first thought was to fish at the end of the long lake with the wind in my face, in the end opted for the lee end of Tranquil, purely and for no other reason that I fancied a quite spell watching a float and I thought that on the smaller lake it was as likely as anywhere to be harbouring a carp. I'd got my carp head on, silly for March. I put on a pheasant quill-and-bamboo-tip antennae and fished a lump of bread paste about 4" over depth on 8lb line on the four-piece Avon ('Avon', hah. 'Carp rod' more like) plus some yellow enperil'ed hemp. For an empty hour, I scanned the reeds on my left and the shreds of rotting lilies for anything which might indicate a fish. I flicked mixers into corners. After, fish-less, I decided I'd give it 30 more minutes with cockles and try elsewhere.

Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly let's face it, dodos look livelier Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly 'traditional' my arce Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly nowt nada zip zero bupkis

I'd no sooner opted for Carbost'd coffee when the float, with no hint of early warning, vanished clean away. I picked the rod up and held a biggish thing wallowing under the rod for five minutes or so, conscious of the reeds and old pads and eventually brought a fishtailing mirror to the net, 16½lb or so, which is a good way to break the duck for the year. I, of course, opted for a bit longer and 25 minutes later missed a bite that had early warnings all over it and for another half-hour the float twitched and dithered, then at about 4pm it froze into immobility, at 4:30pm I decided to give in gracefully. Midday here then? Winter feeding pattern.

Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly ...they don't fight that hard really Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly ...too quiet Kingsbridge, Tranquil, mostly ...commons fight harder, no question

I pack and wander around Packhorse for the exercise as much as anything and flick bread into the corner, after 15 minutes a piece mid-water is porpoised by a carp that looms out of the builder's tea water. I have to put a rod back up and I feed a little and float one crust until it docks with the bank to no avail, while others are slurped away, I try again as the light falls, dusk is the floating bread fisher's friend and even as I watch the spot where the bread might be I feel the line firm up across the left fingers and after a better fight than earlier slip a common onto the bank, 8-9lb maybe. Now I'm going home.

Lucky Dip from 2016  15th May 2016. Redditch Tackel fair and then Barton's Court. A fly-by after the Redditch tackle fair, a good hotel recommended by Nobbyngton-Smythe with the generous inclusive breakfast marred (as ususal) by fried eggs raw-on-the-top. eggWhy do UK hotels (and others) do this? It's disgusting at best and an incitement to salmonella at worst. Horrible. Of course, if you ask for the eggs to be cooked on top, they come back fried solid as 'over-easy' seems beyond the wit of UK caterers.

I forgot to take a second pair of trousers so had to dine in the hotel looking like a tramp. There was plenty of tackle about at the fair - I snagged a lovely Snowbee 9/10 #aftm reel for the fly rod...I had the lake to myself, opted for the carp-ark end, as the wind was driving down that way which usually bodes well. The carp were there for sure, but after a couple of hours it was clear that the fish mooching not three feet from my two feet were 'preoccupied', or more obviously 'mating'.

Bartons Court Lake Across the water from the car park. Gosh it's GREEN, isn't it? Bartons Court Lake I mean really REALLY GREEN! Bartons Court Lake There were plenty of bream, roach and hybrids, not huge but welcome and fun.
Bartons Court Lake A float by the flotsam, usually very effective Bartons Court Lake 'the' carp Bartons Court Lake a decent roach

I nipped to the end swim for some deeper water and easier casting, extracted more roach, including a slightly breamy one of about a pound, then landed this carp on the after something of a dispute with the LHSREThe Light Hexagraph Salmon Rod Experiment, which you should know by now. I called it a day then, my jelly-babies were finished and I wanted a cup of tea.

Lucky Dip from 2012  3rd June 2012. Arfleet Mills. No epistle, but a few notes: I had the place to myself, I spent an hour trying to rook one of the overflow pond carp in gin clear two-feet deep water. It didn't work out. There was a fine brownie about 1lb in the Corfe stream. The eel got it's snout wedged in the net making the usual break for it, so I snapped it while pinioned. The large carp fell to bread fished about 18" from the bank. I'd spent an hour fishing for bites on 6lb line and swapped the entire rig over, once the carp had risen polaris like to sip at my litmus bread, to 8lb though with a 2" braid hook length and a size '6' with a pair of 8mm cork balls, one of which was coloured red and the other black with marker pens. The tench then dragged a cockle-and-mussel off, fished on this heavier set up, then when bites dried up, I tried in the corner. I noticed the escapee carp in the middle pond (now behind me) nosing the potamageton, missed one on a rough diamond of flake then had the second carp of the day - this one a pleasing dark scaled common.

Arfleet MillsYep. It's pink. Certainly can see it though. Arfleet Millsone of the rudd Arfleet Millsanguilla wedged Arfleet Mills18½lb
Arfleet Millsthe correct attitude for 'fishing for bites' Arfleet MillsFully scaled Tinca (see what I did there?) Arfleet Millsone of the Great Escapees Arfleet MillsOne of the Ghosts of Arfleet

Interesting that my double cork ball got two clear takes before the bread was taken. Something to ponder. The ghostie was lurking on the far side of the monk and got tricked by a crust I lobbed right into a patch of cow parsley that had subsided into the margin. The photo doesn't do it justice, it was not emaciated as it appears in the picture and certainly didn't fight like it and was nearer 10lb than 8lb I'd say. All on the GSHRE.

Lucky Dip from 2011  5th October 2011. Barton's Court Lake. A carp or three, a bream and the "Perch Magnet" extracts another 1½lb'er...

Barton's Court Lake the interesting drift of leaves... Barton's Court Lake ...around the back of the lake Barton's Court Lake ...and the flat-float which caught the bream
Barton's Court Lake Yes. It's blue. I had this idea that blue would make a great float colour, so made some quills up with tranlucent tips, coloured with highlighter pens. Barton's Court Lake ...and the blue actually was the most effective even at some range.
Barton's Court Lake A fairly hooked one (spot the blue-tipped quill) Barton's Court Lake A fairly hooked one (spot the orange-tipped quill this time) Barton's Court Lake The last carp of the day

2016: Five years have gone past - the real story of the day will now be told - after footling about the rear of the lake and removing a bream from under the leaf-drift shown, I headed to the car-park end and started with a carp. Then I fouled one. Then J. came down and then between us, foul-hooked at least a dozen fish, landing one each over twenty pounds. None of them 'counted' and by the end of the day we were out of our minds with frustration. The three shown were fairly hooked. Odd, maddening. It is that time, of which we never speak.

Lucky Dip from 2008  6th July 2008. Milton Abbey. A typically drowsy Milton Abbey lake summer's day, with insects swarming and the sun beating the water flat. I did manage four great tench at least two of which were over 4lb, but the really annoying thing about this is that having set up in Peg 13 with the '550Chapman 500 and the usual float-fished cockles-&-hemp and having banked four fish, I've got to tell you I lost six, all to hook pulls and two of those fish were over 6lb because I saw them...

Milton AbbeyMilton Abbey tinca's again... Milton AbbeyMilton Abbey tinca's again... Milton AbbeyMilton Abbey tinca's again... Milton AbbeyMilton Abbey tinca's again...

I've no idea why I couldn't get the hook set, whether it was the rod or my incompetence. You ought, on a warm and happy day, to be pleased with four such tench even if spread over five hours, but to level with you I went home fairly pi$$ed off, which I admit must appear petulant and ungrateful but there you are.

Milton Abbey Milton Abbey tinca's again... Milton Abbey Milton Abbey tinca's again... Milton Abbey Milton Abbey tinca's again...

Lucky Dip from 2006  24th June 2006. Breach Pond, Wareham. Deep water, bits and bobs. Breach pond is a 70 year old five acre clay pit surrounded by woodland, so is fairly well established. It's an idyllic setting for sure, even without the day's sun, clear blue skies and slightest of breezes. I had walked around the lake a few weeks previously (after getting my Wareham and District AC Permit), but learnt little about the fish life or the geography of the bed, although I spotted a few rudd.

Thus, I rolled up with practically no idea what the water would do, so took maggots as they will usually catch something, as well as the usual baits in the box. I went for peg 31 which is around the south East side of the lake, reasoning that the shade would persist longer there and I might suffer less from the midday quiet spell most lakes get, especially when the water has warmed up in the middle of the year. There are some great patches of lilies on the west bank and northern end though, and these are tempting spots for carp or tench for another trip. The first thing I discovered was the water is very deep. I gleaned this from fellow anglers, but plumbed my swim at around 10 foot only a rod length and a half out. At a rod length out I was around 8½ to 9 foot. This is good. I baited up and using a self-cocking crystal (a mistake, casting a self-cocker with that tail of line is awkward), with a couple of wrigglies on a '14', soon banked several rudd and skimmer bream.

Breech Pond Breech Pond Breech Pond Breech Pond

The platform I was on held a small surprise. When dropping one of the small rudd back, there was a 'schlop!' under the platform, and a cloud of scales drifting out to tell me a pike was perhaps in residence. Bad luck on the rudd though. Half an hour later this turned out to be a 2lb+ perch that darted out from the front of the platform after some fry, and coasted into the branches on my left. Information to store away for later along with 'must always bring worms'. After a couple of hours of bits, I got a solid thump and slow but dogged resistance that showed itself to be a decent bream, pictured below. This proves to be the only large fish of the day, and despite changing baits to corn (single grain) and latterly some luncheon meat (on a similar rig fished on 8lb line and the Carp Floater rod) yielded nothing larger than 4oz skimmers for the rest of the day. I did swap to a pole float, bottom end only fished as a slider to ease casting though.

Breech Pond Bream the first Breech Pond It looks nice, no other reason Breech Pond Bream the last

I spent the last two hours watching a long pole float over a 'mini-stringer' of luncheon meat, wondering if the hemp in the loose feed mix would have attracted carp or tench towards the end of the day. It didn't - I had not a knock on the meat. Well live and learn. I probably caught 30 fish or so in total, which given a two hour barren spell at the end (self inflicted I would say) and a very quiet hour midday, is not a bad return on a new water - and it was a pretty pleasant day's fishing as well. I had an interesting chat towards the end of the day with a chap who had done some pike fishing on the water the previous winter and had, fishing nooks and crannies in the deep swims, blanked several times. That's what I would have done as well, but he did mention a man who turned up one day and casting herring as far out as possible into the middle of the lake, banked a 15lb and 18lb fish in an hour or so, and then went home again, as "later in the morning you'll never catch anything" apparently.

and the bass have now died out.

Lucky Dip from 2012  20th May 2012. Arfleet. Back for more. Two three-rodders packing up as I arrived (three rods each, 2¾lb test on this tiny pool, anyone see the problem there?). They'd had a few each and the wind, atypically, was blowing NE to SW. So I went the other side, on the basis that the wind and campsite would herd fish over there a bit, so set up shop in a swim that I'd fancied for the koi and put on a hook on one rod and a float rig on the MKIV B&W, 8lb to 'pin, fishing for bites, a bit stiff for that, but it's weedy, while decoying others onto the top and swap rods about. In the event, fish were edgy and after the float nipped under and I briefly connected with something which shed the hook, I aimed a crust ten yards down the bank into a small round patch of weeds where several fish were circling. Then a nice man turned up with his daughter and stood behind me pointing and generally waving his hands about. Just to make sure he spooked all the fish in my corner he walked to within ten feet of my bait and hoisted his girl up to make double sure all the fish had seen them. She then stood on a stump and pointed some more. Jeez. I'd peg that as "modern" behaviour, but nothing changes, although the easy fishing in water where fish are used to 'pointing' doesn't help. You can catch here if you clump about a bit in sight (at least early season). Trust me when I say, if you keep quiet and out of sight, you see twice as many fish. All this left me a tad irritable.

I, of course, missed the take after sitting and waiting out the disturbance, part of which informed me about the 16lb fish he'd caught last week. I decided to keep my fish catches to myself. Went back to the bottom rod and swapping between that and the top managed to waste (I say waste...) several hours without a fish. In the end, as I'd been feeding into the corner, I opted to slip a cork-ball on the line and crush some flake to sink, the double bluff...first cast the ball bobbled under and I had a feisty tinca. I felt better. My protégé from the previous week, who arrived meantime from the back pit (where his fish had been hand-waved into obscurity also) said he'd caught that very fish last week and also told me he's had four off-the-top during the week...thought he'd be an addict by now...

Arfleet Mills The tench, more in here than you think Arfleet Mills The 'new' pit from the south side Arfleet Mills An odd goldy thing. Not see before (or since for that matter).

The tyro moved on and I got a belting run on the float which needed some hard hands to stop it gaining the far band of potamageton and when nominally subdued, was technically a carp, but I've never seen one that colour. After the hiatus, the larger fish were back, swirling cautiously in the little bay. Free baits were gently submerged, mine ignored. I edged up the bank to change the angle of the line to the bait and cut two 1cm crusts and fitted them back to back with no hook showing and thus got pole position to see a cautious common edge up to the bait from the opposite side to my line and down it in one, bread-and-cork-ball dipping as one. Some weed thrashing ensured and there was solid common. Hah. Much better.

Arfleet Mills The first of the commons Arfleet Mills The second of the eels, this one 'spooked, making a slither for it' Arfleet Mills An Arfleet ghost, one of the good sort.

The float rod provided a dithering bite which squirmed onto the bank and slid back into the water. Good to see and while I float fished and fed, a transient ghost appeared, I repeated my long thin crust trick and it repeated the gentle sidle and sudden grab and then flailed about, trying for all weeds and finding none. I had another anguilla, this one snapped en route to the water. Three eels so far this year, my best for some time, good to know they're about. That, as they say was that, I stripped the float rod and relayed gear to the other bank and used the wind to drift crust against the island, seldom an option, but nothing came to play. Wiser now, on the top, the excellent hot cross floaters I'd carefully made at breakfast time were still in the fridge. Ah well, next time maybe.

Arfleet Millsthe JAA 'all-purpose' float and controller

Lucky Dip from 2019  21st July 2019. The Saxon Ponds. I really really meant to fish the top pond for a couple of hours, then fish pre-baited swims on the lower pond to see if I could winkle out a fish. I was on my way out the door at 1:30pm, honest I was… "Daaa-aaad…" ...so I managed to bait the swims and settle down for a couple of hours on the top pond by about 4:30pm or so…

The trouble was the tench. I lost a thunderbolt, the size 16 having opened ‘just enough’, then I had a nice little one and spaced around this were three fat crucians, two at 1lb 10oz and one at 1lb 11oz. Even thus far I was resolute on my lower pond sortie, even with that last perfect butter-coloured, even after the 10oz'er that glowed. Right up to a quarter to eight…but this thunderbolt was held, barely, with a one-size-larger hook. I checked my scales when I got home. 4lb 7oz. No wonder they’re getting hard to stop…so thus lured I hoped for another…which never came.

The Saxon Ponds The inevitable pitch The Saxon Ponds The inevitable float
The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another tench
The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian The Saxon Ponds Just another fine crucian
The Saxon PondsThey are getting larger

But I meant to fish the Lower Pond. Honest.

Lucky Dip from 2016  5th December 2016. Court Farm. Frozen. Ill. There were carp. As the Thane of Suzzex had texted ahead detailing the artic conditions, I carefully took a six-foot 'Milbro Tourist' and an eight foot solid carbon rod (let's call it a 'stalking rod') to the lake.

The owner seemed bemused by my tackle, I was sitting on the bank with a seven foot green fibre-glass fishing-rod, much like a hirsute and larger-than-average gnome, but he didn't seem to mind...I caught plenty of small perch on the little glass rod while The Thane and myself sat in the weak sun. Ripples to the right did make me think of carp, although under ice such ripples can travel a long way. The Thane confirmed the presence of carp under the trees in the corner and a short while after that the float-over-the-bread zipped under, obliging me to smartly grab the rod, with the first run slicing the line through the ice-fringe, which was fun to see. It wasn't a monster, but a solid 8lb(?) or so fish. Well there we go.

The Thane wondered off a bit and as he's carelessly told me about fish in the corner, so I slip around with the 'stalking' rod and drop a bait into the bay under the trees and watched several fish slowly bump about the branches (the water was around 4.7°C) picking off The Thane's mixers. My dunked bread sat resolutely on the bed for five minutes or so and then twitched a bit and bobbled off. 'Two' then.

Court FarmThe sun rising over the pack-ice. Actually it's practically noon.
Court Farm The float, on one end attached to bread-flake dipped in condensed milk, on the other the eight-foot solid carbon stalking rod. Court Farm A small recently repainted bobber attached to the 'Milbro Tourist' Court Farm the first, best looking and lactose tolerant carp. It whipped off with the float and requiring a hasty grab for the rod, causing the line to cut through the ice-fringe for a couple of feet, which was spectacular to say the least. The eagle-eyed might spot a few perch in the net, which were the result of the 'gnome rod'.

I decided to try for another in the same spot and perhaps waited 20 minutes before the little bob became strangely still and then oddly edgy, before sliding off...(I genuinely thought I'd caught the same fish three times at this point, or at least the same fish twice. It seemed to stretch things somewhat to see three such similar fish in a short period. Only a careful look through the digital keep-net convinced me they were different fish.) At this time the ice had retreated enough to allow a longer rod and I was chilled so hopped off for the Bruce and Walker MKIV 'G' and a pair of thermal long-johns.

Court Farm The pack-ice, for the most part still present at 2pm. Court Farm ...a selection, one of the dozen perchlets, one of the few icy roach that came at the end of the day and two other commons... Court Farm ...and the last carp, a small mirror, the only fish to come to the B&W, after the 'stalking' rod was put away.

Walk-warmed, drugged, I caught a few more perch and a few icy roach on the 'gnome rod', then took one more carp out of the corner swim, a little leather. In the meantime The Thane had extracted a couple from around the lake and despite the promise of another fish, I was struggling with the cold and my cold so headed off for a hot shower.

Lucky Dip from 2010  4th September 2010. Lower Sharnhill.

I've not been since April...4th and the 23rd as well and was able to drive down the dry-clay field, impassible when even damp, but now is a yard-deep purple sea of haygrass and clover, surreal but nice. The lake's weed, culled in profusion, has simply re-established itself, revealing copious dwarf lilies with yellow flowers. It looks stunning in the patchy sunshine, although it severely limits fishing spots, unless you use 17lb line and a stout rod. I offer a silent prayer to the gods of fishing to keep it this way and not have it dredged-and-weeded to banality.

I opt for the deep end as there are clear swims but get casting rights over the swathe of cross-corner lilies and a huge willow's flowing skirt of branches trailing the corner bank. It takes me only 15 minutes to get a fish from the lilies, deceptively easy. I try for a bit longer, then set up the '550 with 8lb and one of the new crucian floats (that sounds grand but it's a small crow quill with a bamboo toothpick for an antennae). 1BB cocks it perfectly, add a size '12' lashed to 8lb braid and try a single grain of corn. I'm amused for the next hour catching small commons up to 1½lb which skitter about like mad things, taking bread and corn indiscriminately, even cockles when they find them. I decide, well I say 'decide', I've been flicking baits over steadily, to try the lilies again with bread, prompted by larger than usual slurps. After several near misses I get one about 5lb which is on long enough to see, then the hook pulls. I go back to the cane for a while and the little Leviathans, teasing them with bread flake two feet under the float, cast at random (having cut off the braid after the mono split length-ways above the knot for 6", bizarre, never seen anything like it).

More slurps, a little nearer than the first, push me to swap rods again and I watch a big bit of bread for 15-20 minutes while a fish which I've decided, is too small for the bread, rattles around the lilies. Then there's a big swirl, the bread rocks and then a huge vortex, it goes and before I can move, a missile launches from the weeds to the centre and snaps the hook-knot like cotton. Good Lord. As the bow waves subsides I try to work out what happened, just the launch speed it seems. 12lb line right through.

I go back to the cane, chastened, catch more small dark gold carp, perfectly formed and about 6ish, decide to stalk around to the huge willow in the corner and hiding in the skirts gull a 3-4lb fish out of the don't-seem-so-thick-from-here lilies. I have a cup of tea and catch more small ones, with a few in the 1-1½ bracket, which even on a '550 are good value.

Lower Sharnhill very pretty Lower Sharnhill eh? What happened?

At 7pm or so, I stalk around to the swim behind the island, where there is some clear water movement and sitting on the long grass, watch fish moving in this channel for a while. I drop a bait onto the lily fringe but the fish haunt the middle, 12-14lb some of them, emerging suddenly out of the depths (which I know to be 2½ feet) and plucking at loose crusts before bolting a yard, surprised at their own boldness. I pick out three individual fish, the largest two are commons, long bodied, in some waters near 20, but here, slender, wilder fish, 12-14lb at most but one mirror, deeper bodied, might be bigger. I try for almost an hour to put bread where these fish will take it. They spurn the hooked bread, seeing something wrong, but insouciantly mop up the bits curiosity-nudged off. Eventually after an age of crouching on the grass and so quietly casting new baits, I get a slender common that thrashes the lily fringe to fragments before I net it, a stunning looking fish at 7lb.

I mooch back to the home base chair and catch a few more small ones then try off-the-top as the light fades but with carplet-flocks descending on my baits like starlings, one startled ½lb fish yanked out on a size '4', I opt to drink tea and gently pack away. I see three sorts of bat, not that I'm an expert, big, medium, small and then at the last a water vole makes a timid enquiry for spare bait and a piece of bread seems a fair exchange for borrowing his home for the afternoon.

Lower Sharnhill look at the size of the tail Lower Sharnhill such a cool time of the day Lower Sharnhill big ripples, small fish

Back across the thigh-deep clover again, alien in the headlights. [C/3/0]

Lucky Dip from 2016  30th December 2016. Falkenvil Fishery. Foggy.

Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold
Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold
Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold Falkenvil Fishery Foggy, cold

Lucky Dip from 2013  3rd August 2013. Crooked Willows (or nothing). I should qualify that - I'd planned to fish at Turfcroft on the way back from a family picnic in the New Forest, but with it shutting at 7:30pm, I'd barely have got settled and the place across the road was shut. So, opted for here as it was the closest to 'on-the-way-home' that didn't need a day-ticket. It's a couple of years since I was here, it looked fabulous in lowering sunlight with thick clumps of lilies. However, the water looks better than the banks, bare mud on the lower side, which spoils it for me. I persisted on that side and 'fishing for bites', probably banked around a dozen bream and roach/bream hybrids to 3lb or so and another dozen 3-4oz carp and perhaps half that of roach and rudd. I briefly hooked one carp, it swirled under the tree to my left and I left a piece of bread near, then looking away for a second had the rod tip whumped and the line cracked almost at the same time. Never found the small pink tipped crow-quill, no idea where it went.

Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows
Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows

This lake is now 25 years old, the new owner told me, I fished it once in about 1993More still-water chub, new lake in a field then, a poled-out net of chub for me. He's certainly put in a lot of work on the banks, but not denuded the swims, leaving tree-cover to go with the lilies. Apparently there are crucians to 3lb or so, but I would think they are half-and-half if stocked a score of years with carp alongside - speaking of which there seem many fewer of the latter, the slender stream alongside the pool an escape route for fish and predators alike perhaps. Still got the nonsensical hemp ban though, their priviledge.

Lucky Dip from 2007  17th February 2007. Pitmans Pond. Trust your instincts. A snap decision to get out for three hours has led me back to Pitmans, sheer laziness, but I have hemp and mussel in the freezer and worms in the box. As my 'platinum' 'pin's spool is off being fixed and the new one is empty I grab two spools of green Stren 6lb & 8lb and will decide when I get there. Peg 3 looks very inviting and I debate setting up there and then, with the shelter in the lee of the wind, but despite the pull on my instincts, I instead overrule, telling myself facing the wind is better and head off to the windward end.

I strolled around to Peg 13 as the wind is blowing directly towards it, which is usually good and set up a 1×BB porcupine quill, fresh off the production line (which is too say I just finished painting it). As I arrived and trundled through the already open gate the sun came out and I decided that Izaac was smiling on me, so I go for 8lb line. I set up and ignore the bleeper around the corner. There is then a flurry of swearing as one of them "is in" and then even more when the angler snags up. I'm afraid I smiled, schaddenfreude. Uncharitable I know, but I don't feel that way.

The wind is pushing hard left to right, as I face the water, which is not typical. There is a crack of snapping line from behind the trees. More schaddenfreude. I wait in the sun; the water is around 8°C and the air 11°C in the shade, more in the sun. I enjoy the birds misled into thinking spring might be here already and I take Earl Grey tea while I watch. The float just stabbed into the waves like a hoe jabbing under weeds, but there's no follow up. It's a start and the wind eases off in response, the float rising little in the calm, seemingly set fair.

A few flicks and trips have come and gone so some truffling is taking place. A fieldfare has arrived in the oak opposite, on it's own and is urging me to check-check-check-check-check. So I do, my mussel is mostly there, so some more loose feed and a gentle cast off the reel over my baited area and a draw back to sink the line.

Forty minutes have passed, another bait check and half a lobworm on the hook as well. This results in a flurry of false bites as small rudd pile after the worm. I take it off again. I then miss the first definite bite, with the float sinking fast, but I'm not convinced I missed a real fish. I recast and a lot continues to happen, which is pesty, but I'm curiously indifferent, believing it to be small fry. 3:30 and the float continues to twitch. The temperature has started its slide and is down to 9°C but water is unchanged at 8.4°C. If I get to 4:15 with nothing positive, I'll try peg 3 - I cannot get a feeling whether this is the right spot or not, which is in some ways worse than knowing you're in the wrong spot. I recheck and recast smoothly off the reel, pleasing but after another 20 minutes I back my instinct, which now says this is the wrong spot and head for peg 3.

Pitmans Pond a doorway of sorts Pitmans Pond a heap of brass washers

The water is a shade colder here at 7.5°C but carp are moving across the water and plenty of small stuff are moving as well. The cursing anglers of earlier are departing with their transport arriving, so I have the place to myself again. I chuck in plenty of hemp along with one of my last size 10 'Jack Hiltons' tied on a trace placed in the hemp box for a change of tactics that I hadn't followed through on. Fifteeen minutes later I pull out the bait for a check and recover my cast and hook, what are the odds? It's very quiet now, the sun is low and another carp has rolled on the orange water and I respond by laying a thin trial of hemp from my swim in front of me, to about two-thirds of the way across and halving four mussels and scattering them about the hook bait. The float after some trembling then just slid under with no fuss and I found myself with a dogged 4-5lb common with a full set of scales if not a full fund of fight, barely taking any line, but bending the rod hard under it's tip. Glorious looking fish and tally one for instinct.

I celebrate with the last of the tea and there is an odd pleasure in having a surfeit of tea in 3 hours, instead of eking it out over a day. Thanks to Izaac for the fish. The float continues to wander with the attentions of small rudd and the air and water temperatures have converged at 7.4°C. The trembling of the float is stilled suddenly, which can mean one of two things...I've settled with the water now, the carp having earthed last of the week's tension. All else is now a bonus. Long tailed tits are having a last flit in the gathering greyness, chipping and whirring in staccato flights. Roosting beckons and the sun is behind the castle now. No second bite as yet but fish are moving, but all the birds are in roosting song now, with blackbirds chipping good night all around - the wind has died, all the lake is flat calm and then a stabbing bite and a rocket run, I give line and then it's clear I have a fish, a minute or two later, a 1½lb tench overpowered, but putting the earlier pile of scales to shame with it's effort. All tench are good tench.

Pitmans Pond all tench are good tench Pitmans Pond dusk at Pitman's

5:40 and we're down to 5°C but the water uncooled as yet, still 7.5°C (a degree cooler than peg 13 though, the windward end warmer by a degree). Then, on recasting, there's a breath of cold air and the smell of tidal mud, which makes me turn, half expecting the sucking noises of an incoming flood tide - I'd not have been surprised to see an advancing wave. There is only the mist, rising faintly from the water-meadows. Then is just the 'chip' of the blackbirds and a distant tawny owl. And then there's just me.

A quick look at the tide tables at home tells me the tide turned at 5:50 in Wareham (earlier in Poole harbour) - a wave of sea air had rippled across the fields like an air pocket in a sheet being laid on a bed and passed over me where I sat. Odd.

Lucky Dip from 2013  3rd August 2013. Crooked Willows (or nothing). I should qualify that - I'd planned to fish at Turfcroft on the way back from a family picnic in the New Forest, but with it shutting at 7:30pm, I'd barely have got settled and the place across the road was shut. So, opted for here as it was the closest to 'on-the-way-home' that didn't need a day-ticket. It's a couple of years since I was here, it looked fabulous in lowering sunlight with thick clumps of lilies. However, the water looks better than the banks, bare mud on the lower side, which spoils it for me. I persisted on that side and 'fishing for bites', probably banked around a dozen bream and roach/bream hybrids to 3lb or so and another dozen 3-4oz carp and perhaps half that of roach and rudd. I briefly hooked one carp, it swirled under the tree to my left and I left a piece of bread near, then looking away for a second had the rod tip whumped and the line cracked almost at the same time. Never found the small pink tipped crow-quill, no idea where it went.

Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows Crooked Willows
Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows Crooked WillowsCrooked Willows

This lake is now 25 years old, the new owner told me, I fished it once in about 1993More still-water chub, new lake in a field then, a poled-out net of chub for me. He's certainly put in a lot of work on the banks, but not denuded the swims, leaving tree-cover to go with the lilies. Apparently there are crucians to 3lb or so, but I would think they are half-and-half if stocked a score of years with carp alongside - speaking of which there seem many fewer of the latter, the slender stream alongside the pool an escape route for fish and predators alike perhaps. Still got the nonsensical hemp ban though, their priviledge.

Lucky Dip from 2012  11th February 2012. Heath Lake. Out on the Tundra. Made my own ice hole today, right around the back, where I thought it might be thinner, wrong, almost ½". Two maggots on a '14' barbel h. and 10lb braid/line, it's going to be that kind of a day. Not ideal for testing the B&WThe Bruce & Walker MKIV 'G' s/u but still, it's bendy and you need that for this kind of thing. Not as cold as it looks though, the water is 3.8°C and in the shade the air is 0.5°C. Fish are about, ripples in my pond giving them away - subtle differences between fish in the swim and those transmitted from across the lake. Two swans are 100 yards off and I can see their movements reflected in my pools a second or two later at most. When one of them scoots across to the far corner the bump it makes on landing, all dignity removed in a white flash, ruffles my swim barely a moment later - from 200 yards away. Nothing wants a maggot yet, even on a reinforced coffee sun-day. It's really rather nice out here, empty-sky crows and all, two deer are browsing in the sun on the far bank for good measure and I switch to bread.

Heath LakeThe swim... Heath Lake...the rod... Heath Lake...the float... Heath Lake...and the view.

I arrived, late coffee time, to ZZ's Viva Las Vegas and a gloriously green woodpecker crossed my path between the gates. I cut The King off, fumbling through two padlocks which stuck to my fingers and yomped to the lake, which at least meant I'd start and finish warm. The water, not a breath here in the shade, cling-films over and I catch a star. Really. Quite amazing.

Heath Lake The ice pitch again. It's cold, did I mention that? Heath Lake distant deer sun-trap Heath Lake ''Bream? Nah, never seen one mate.'' A roach-bream hybrid
Heath Lake...catch a forming star and...

I missed a bite then, I looked away and there it was, gone. The air's down to -0.5°C and the water re-filming over so I walk, opt for maggots, 20 later bagging a roachy thing, so not a blank. We're up to eight deer now but the cold's killed the camera so I've put spare batteries in my trouser pocket to warm. Then it gets interesting, the air's up to 0.1°C, then a dibble on the bread gets me a mad carp. Hah. 30 minutes on, a 'swim by raid' produces a hybrid, 8oz maybe. 0.2°C...0.3°C...0.4°C...balmy.

Heath LakeIt's a cork ball and a stick. Really. Heath LakeWell the water was 4.1°C... Heath Lake''Put me back mate I'm a hybrid. Honest.'' Heath LakeSunset over the pack-ice.
Heath Lake...and when he comes up for a pea, you kick him in the ice hole. Heath Lakebright little roach, smelled right for one as well Heath Lake...and then there were 12 Heath Lakethere were 21, but the light was all wrong

The day stretches itself and then settles into an easy jog towards the sunset and as the big hand passes four the slight heat of the day evaporates like a will'o'the wisp and by 5pm it's -2.7°C and my feet ache with cold, due in part to me spending the last 30 minutes, standing, having ¾ packed, snatching small roach which have come out to play, adding a half dozen to 4oz to the day's tally. By the point the toes warm, car in sight, a score of roe watch me, curious.

Perfect Day.

Lucky Dip from 2015  2nd November 2015. Woodpecker Pool. Sussex.

Woodpecker PoolThe first float, fished on the lift Woodpecker PoolThe first pitch Woodpecker PoolThe second float, a cork ball rigged after the aborted take. Woodpecker PoolThe late butterfly Woodpecker PoolThe second pitch, site of the second aborted take
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Woodpecker PoolThe dam-end leaf-drift Woodpecker PoolThe float amongst the bream bubbles Woodpecker PoolThe blank breaker Woodpecker PoolThe last gasp abramis
Carp? What addiction?I am content to wait. I am well used to it...(and back to the top of the page) Carp? What addiction?a very subtil fish Carp? What addiction?Watch for magpies on your path. Throw salt over your left shoulder. Walk around ladders. Carp? What addiction?if you will Fish for a Carp, you must put on a very large measure of patience Carp? What addiction?I am content to wait. I am well used to it.

In Summary


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