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Traditional Against Modern.

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 Carp fishing is always good fun whether you are stalking them out on a quaint lake where a possibility of a 30lb plus is always just potentially a cast away, or you could be sat behind two rods in a bivvy whilst waiting for them to find your bait, I myself will deploy whatever tactic is best for the conditions, but waggler fishing for Carp is great fun and that was my chosen tactic for my 1 on 1 match with my brother Richard who challenged me and I accepted, anything for a bit of fun.  The session wasn't in search of a monster but to catch as many as possible, Rich fished the modern way with boilies and all the modern Carp gear, I fished with a cane rod and centre-pin on the waggler with bits of bread. My float didn't stay still for long and with in twenty minutes I was in, 7.14 Common Carp was the first on the bank and on the next cast the bait didn't have time to hit the deck and the float was off again, Rich looked on in shock while his rod laid dormant and another

Royalty Barbel.

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 On Saturday I made the journey down to the Avon at Christchurch, to have another go at the Pike but the conditions were set to be very bright with little or no cloud and exactly that happened, not ideal for the Esox but I packed a couple of tins of meat knowing that I could switch to rolling meat if the predator hunt was not fruitful. Dawn over the flooded Avon at Christchurch.  My Dad ( James ) also joined me for the day out and his first time down to the Royalty in 25 years plus, so it bought back a lot of memories of very good angling days, his first session on the fishery was when he was 15, all the way back to 1968, when he used to catch massive bags of Barbel during the 70's and early 80's, along with specimen Roach and Perch by even today's standards, this was when the fishing was nowhere near as tough as it is now, these Barbel are probably the most targeted in the country. Big James ledgering in The Piles.  Dad was rolling meat for the day and occas

Lovely Chubly.

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 Ever had a dilemma where you have a day off work? and you know your going to utilise that day fishing but just had no concrete plans and couldn't decide where to go or what species to target. Today was one of those days and after much deliberation before breakfast I choose Chub, the great thing with Chub is they feed in almost any condition, I packed a tin of meat, block of cheese and a loaf of Warburton's, off I went.  I picked probably the best day of the year so far to go fishing weather wise, I packed light so I could cover a decent amount of river. The first swim I fished in didn't yield any fish or bites but I knew that it would take time to locate the shoals of Chub that exist and maybe even a Carp or Barbel in the deeper stretches, it took 6 swims in total to find a fish, first take took a long time to come but I had little enquiries on the float with nout clear cut, my first hittable bite was a cracking take and a very sturdy fight followed, the fight was prob

Hurricane Force Chub.

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 This morning Roach were on the agenda and my Dad decided to come and join me in pursuit of a good Roach and I am still searching for my Holy Grail, a 3lb Roach. Having looked at the weather forecast all week and this morning I didn't feel over confident but there's always a chance of a surprise, the country was issued with a Red warning for the 100mph plus winds and in Surrey we were expecting winds of up to 80 mph, but we were both hoping that we would escape the wrath of Mother Nature for a few hours.  Cue...... the river...... my exact words were to my Dad was, "erm I don't think we are going to catch any Roach today", the river was up so high and coloured as I was expecting a little but after having no rain for over 24 hours we thought the river would have emptied most of it and fined down, but we were wrong, so in these conditions the only species that is mad enough to feed is a Chub, it wasn't long until Dad took one on the trot, a good scrap but it

Artificial Bait Heaven For Pike.

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 Since the extremely wet and unsettled weather has hit us I have been busy in buying lures and anything else artificial that may grab the attention of a dormant or feeding predator, a range of brands including Savage Gear, Rapala, Mepps and Abu Garcia, plus also some lures from Decathlon online which do good lures which will hopefully get some usage.  One of the Rapala F-9 Fire tiger divers have already had a Pike of 4.10 and no doubt will catch more.

The Lure of Pike Part Two.

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 After a long week at work, Saturday was looked forward to with much anticipation, the incessant rain has meant the rivers are still rising or maintaining there levels so it was down to targeting a Reservoir or a lake for a Pike or two, the forecast was not looking to clever but I really wanted to get out and after a bit of thinking I went down to one of my ticket waters in search of an Esox.  Recently I had purchased some more Rapala lures and today I used them to try and tempt some predators, Pike on this venue go in excess of 20lbs but are seldom caught due to the lack of anglers chasing them which is where I come in, there is a possibility of something more special than that, it is somewhat an unknown entity, but it isn't an easy water as I have found out over the last half dozen trips or so.  The rain throughout the morning was whipped in by fierce winds, but you can't catch them sat at home, with in 20 minutes I had a solid take off of a Pike I would have thought b

Wet, Wet and Wet.

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 In fact more like sodden beyond recognition, this was my conclusion of the Britford stretch of the River Avon, the target was to catch my first ever Grayling, one of any size would have been great, a total success but we were met in Salisbury by a raging torrent, 3 foot of extra water and it had dropped 8inches from two days before, "oh damn", I thought. Dawn at the Salisbury Avon. The three musketeers, Myself, Brian and Richy.  Joined by Brian and my younger brother Richard we were all very confident in catching a Grayling, buoyed by the history of the fishery for what it provides we thought we couldn't go wrong, well we couldn't be anymore wrong, the old river is where the Grayling shoal up but that was totally unfishable due to the ridiculous amount of excess water travelling through the Avon valley. My only chance of a wet hand.  After around 4 hours of finding our way to the fishery we finally got to our port of call and tackled up with the