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"Russell" wrote in message
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Does anyone actually post anything about fishing ?

99% + seems to be about everything other than what I thought the newsgroup
was supposed to be.

Appreciate that our pastime should be/will be close to wildlife issues but
can we get back to basics and start talking about fishing !

Russell, most of that stuff is cross posted and only answered by the
foolish.
Anything that is cross posted I immediately delete.
For me and many regular readers here, fishing is what it is all about.

What he said.

I'm with you. Let's have more fishing

So, everybody having a good season?

I've not been out much this year, new job, wedding to plan, etc, but
I've had a couple of trips. I had an old school / fishing friend down to
visit in July. It had been more than ten years since we last met, but we
had a good weekend with many beers and a few fish, and it was like being
kids again.

We relived the old stories of our Manchester childhood. We remembered
the secret place on the canal where huge gudgeon could be seen shoaling
in a filled in lock. The water was a couple of feet deep, fast flowing
and clear. We fished pole-style with line tied to the top ring of the
top section of rod. It was like a miniature Royalty stretch. We wondered
again whether Chris Borders really caught that 'monster' half-pound
roach while we were catching gudgeon, or whether as we suspected he
found it dying and scooped it up in a landing net. Loads of memories.

We had a day on the hard water, where I caught a couple of pound-ish
roach and he blanked, and a day on an easy pond. He still can't resist a
fish a chuck, so while he bagged up on rudd I stuck it out on
floatfished corn for a handful of tench. I went back a week later, and
caught tench to 5lb and carp to 10 fishing worm and a cage feeder, but
the previous session was more fun.

Apart from that, I've had a few trips to the upper Thames. The river has
been very low and clear, but I've had a few small chub stalking with
bread flake under a crystal loafer. I found a spot below a bridge where
the river dropped from two feet deep to over nine. I had a few missed
bites on bread, but determined to go back and find out who lived there.

Armed with a pint of maggots and some worms, I returned. I thought maybe
some of the larger chub, or big perch. Perhaps even a big bream, or a
stranded barbel. I wasn't messing about, so I fished a size 10 under a
loafer, bulk-shotted and loaded with three worms. First cast, a six
ounce perch, on the drop. Second cast, a six ounce perch, on the drop.
By the end of the evening I had established who lived there; perch, lots
of them.

Nothing big, a dozen perch to about 12 ounces and a solitary dace of
about 6 ounces. As I walked back to the car in the fading light I
reflected that in the days of school holidays and gudgeon I would have
counted that an excellent evening's fishing.

And, really, it was.

TL

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Steve Walker