A Summer Evening Chasing Barbel

Spent a beautiful summers evening by the Warwickshire Avon trotting for Barbel in one of my favourite swims. Landed my first of the season, only a small one which I didn't weigh, probably about six pounds.

Followed that one with an 8lb 5oz fish.

And ended the session with a seven pounder.

A cracking session thoroughly enjoyed, it really is a pleasure to be beside the river in this weather.

I do like to be beside the river

My first proper session of the new season saw me armed with half a gallon of maggots and a couple of bags of hemp wandering down to the Warwickshire Avon. No targets had been set just a pleasure session capturing whatever came along in the glorious summer weather we have been enjoying of late. The wildlife was abundant. Spooked a Muntjac on the way to the river. Damselflies flitted about all over the place. An Egret worked the shallow water for his lunch and the fish were in a real feeding mood.

I lost count of the numbers of Roach, Dace and Chub that I landed. No monsters amongst them but a really enjoyable day none the less. It certainly beat sitting by a muddy puddle pulling in Carp with deformed mouths all day. Stunning scenery, beautiful wildlife and fish galore.
What could be better?

Whitby Shark Adventure

Being a Yorkshireman I have been to Whitby countless times, endured wind and rain, sheltered in amusements and eaten soggy fish and chips that still tasted better than anywhere else in the world. When my old primary school friend got in touch for the first time in nearly thirty years I accepted his invitation for a Porbeagle Shark fishing trip without hesitation. Matt introduced me to fishing when we were 9 years old and we used to wander down the old brickyard pond at 4am to plunder its stock of countless stunted Rudd and battle the monster Tench if we were lucky.

Matt and I with a Brickyard Tench 1984

We met the skipper Rich Ward aboard his boat Shy-Torque3 at 6.30am surrounded by blue skies and not a cloud to be seen, this was a different Whitby to the one I remember! We had a thirty mile, two hour journey ahead of us so we quickly steamed out of the harbour past the famous Abbey ruins on the east cliff and the whalebone arch on the west, following in the footsteps of Captain Cook(the only Captain to tour Australia and not lose a Test!)

 Dolphins greeted us as we anchored up in the fishing grounds, probably attracted by the chum bag which by now was over the side leaking its pungent contents out into the water to attract the sharks. A mixture of crushed Mackerel, oil and bran. They played around us for a good ten minutes treating us to quite a show.

With the sun beating down and millpond like conditions we could have been in Florida, I can still feel the pain of my sunburnt neck as I write this! We messed about trying to catch fresh Mackerel whilst waiting for the Sharks to arrive landing only a couple plus the odd small Cod and Pouting.
By early afternoon we were fearing the worst when Matt noticed line trundling off his Shark rod. The skipper picked up the rod but there was no pressure from the other end. He reeled in, struck, still nothing. He did the same again, still nothing. As he brought the bottle float near the boat he grabbed the line and it nearly sliced through his hand, the fish was still on! It had swam straight towards us!
Matt took over and the battle ensued but what a strange battle it was. He gained line to the leader and it would waddle around under the boat before getting bored and taking some line back. After ten minutes we tried to boat the fish but it was clearly not ready and set off on a fifty yard run, the longest run of the fight. 

Eventually it began to tire and after what seemed like an eternity the three of us hauled it up the ramp and through the trap door. It still had a fair amount of energy left thrashing about the back of the boat trying to take a chunk out of anyone's leg in the vicinity. A towel over it's eyes was the only way to keep it calm long enough to get a picture.
We measured it at six foot two inches long equating to approximately 235lb!
What a fish!
















We had about forty minutes left to try for another but sadly all I could muster was a small Ling.

A bit pathetic in comparison!!

We motored our way back into Whitby pleased with the result. The Sharking is definitely not prolific round these parts. In 2012 they only landed two fish in the whole year! It would have been nice if we had both had one but I was still pleased for my old mate and it was great to have witnessed such an amazing beast.

Canadian Adventure

As my 40th birthday approached Mrs C asked me, "Would you prefer a party or a fishing holiday?" Silly question really. I have an Auntie and Uncle who have lived in Vancouver for as long as I can remember so arrangements were made for my Dad and I to pay them a visit for a week.

British Columbia can only be described as stunning. Even in downtown Vancouver the architecture is spectacular, high rise buildings reflect both their surroundings and the sky in spectacular fashion. 

Our city planners should learn a thing or two from across the pond and follow suit!

Everywhere else you look there is amazing scenery. Snow topped mountains and greenery abound. Tuesday morning saw Uncle John, my Dad and myself make a short journey North to a place called Harrison Hot Springs. The idea was to stay with friends Alice and Ken and be closer to the fishing. Below is the view from their front door, imagine seeing that every time you went out of the house!

Wednesday morning saw us driving through Chilliwack on our way to the Fraser river to meet up with Steve Kaye aka the Sturgeon Hunter. 

The Fraser river is by far the biggest river I have ever fished at over 850 miles long. In its lower reaches it is huge and powerful and where the snags back home are sticks and twigs, in this watercourse we had to keep our eyes peeled for whole trees floating down and there were plenty of them!!
The tackle was simple. a 9/0 hook attached to 150lb braid and a simple running rig with a 12-14oz lead.
not exactly delicate but effective. Bait used was a either a small Squawfish officially known as a Northern Pikeminnow (which can grow to over 10lb) or an Eulachon (pronounced hooligan). By the time they were attached to the hook you couldn't really tell them apart.

The first bite was instant and before I had chance to draw breath I was playing my first ever Fraser river White Sturgeon.
These fish have remained unchanged for more than 65 million years, prehistoric monsters than can live for over 150 years and can grow to over six metres long.
The specimen I was attached to wasn't quite in that league but still fought very powerfully in the strong flow making my arms ache. After 15 minutes the fish was beaten and my first ever Sturgeon was boated and lay in the sling. 65 pounds of scaleless muscle with protective bony plates called scutes and a solid bony plated head. You could never accuse them of being pretty but they are certainly stunning creatures.

It is obvious why they are bottom feeders using their barbels and long protruding mouths to find and pick up crustaceans, shells and small fishes when they young. When they reach maturity they can manage whole Salmon.
My old man was up next and the nervous energy racing around him was plain to see. He sat through over an hour of waiting before the second bite arrived. Our guide Steve knew it was a big fish straight away and he was not wrong.

For a good twenty minutes or more the banter flowed about him messing about with it and the rhythm method etc while the monster attached dictated the terms of the fight.
Eventually it surfaced and it was obvious this fish was too big to be hauled aboard. There is a rule that anything over six foot has to be brought to the margins so we towed this one to the nearest 'beach'





6' 2" long (same as Dad!) weighing 150lb (bit less than Dad!!) of leviathan, one chuffed old man and a very jealous son!

Far and away the biggest fish that Dad had seen let alone caught.
Next up was a change of swim and Uncle John's turn. By now we had attracted a spectator. A bald Eagle sat in a tree right by the run, looking unimpressed by our efforts.

These huge Raptors are prolific around British Columbia building huge nests that can weigh almost a ton! We saw so many over our stay that the novelty wore off-nearly.

Eagle in nest

Uncle John was actually relieved when his turn came and the fish was not as big as Dad's! He enjoyed a spirited battle with a 45lb fish and the smile says it all.

The old boys kicked back and relaxed after that letting me have the remaining hours rod-time. We moved spots a couple of times before I landed two bigger specimen both around the 100lb mark, 60 and
59 inches long respectively.

Our skipper thought the above specimen was a sea faring fish due to its pale colouration. Probably upriver for its first attempt to spawn.

That was the last of the action but we didn't care, an action packed day with lots of laughs. There was relief as well when we heard the other boat that went out that day had blanked. It would have been a long way to go to catch nothing!
The remainder of the week was filled with more wildlife, beer and laughter.
Hummingbirds:

Wild Chipmunks:

and of course Canadian Geese:

A big thank you to Uncle John and Aunty Geraldine for looking after us so well and thanks to Dad for the company and the plane ticket!

Linear Tench (and Carp)

Not really what you would call a Spring morning!

Following last weekends successful Tench session I had a hankering for more of the same. Linear fisheries, a favourite haunt of mine when chasing Tincas, was the venue. Quite a risk on a bank holiday weekend being as popular as it is but I was relieved to see several vacant swims upon my arrival. I set up in a nice quiet corner on the road bank and within ten minutes of casting out had the first screaming bite of the day. When Tench run it is normally fairly easy to slow them down within about ten yards but this take kept on going and there was little I could do with eight pound line and my barbel rod. There could only be one culprit, a Carp. Eventually I managed to slow it down, gain some line back and within ten minutes there was a pretty little Common laying in the folds of the net.
There are some anglers who would class this fish as a nuisance when targeting Tench but that thought never crossed my mind, catching fish no matter what the species is always a pleasure in my book.

12lb 9oz

It wasn't a shock that there was no further action until mid-morning as I knew the colder overnight temperature would put pay to sport until then and the only sign of life in the swim was a slight drop back on the left hand rod around 10am. I left it well alone thinking there were fish milling around the area and reeling in and risking spooking them would foolish and thankfully ten minutes later a typical stuttering Tench bite led to 'fish on'.
A mostly uneventful battle ensued until I got the fish close in when it proceeded to power around taking the other two lines with it. I managed to net both it and the tangle and was pleased to have a quality female Tench in the bag.

8lb 8oz

Once again worm hook bait had done the trick in fooling an immaculate well proportioned specimen.
Nearly an hour later the same rod signalled another run and similar to the first fish it ran and ran. By the time I managed to gain control it was probably forty yards further away from where I hooked it but unlike the first Carp (by now it was obvious that this fish was a Carp) the fight was much more deliberate and powerful. The nerves started to kick in as I realised this was a large fish and on light tackle with line whistling in the wind, I trod carefully and constantly prayed for the hook to hold. A large tail broke the surface some thirty yards out which didn't help my disposition one iota! Eventually after what seemed like an age I bundled it into the net, let out a sigh of relief and lifted the fish onto the mat.

A stunning chunky Mirror with apple-slice scales weighing 24lb 12oz. My biggest Carp for three years which is not surprising as I don't ever target them. Daft really as I so enjoy catching them!
At that point I could have gone home a happy angler but there was still a chance for some more action. By now the complex was filling up with other fishermen making the most of the three day weekend and spods were flying about all over the place which usually scares the fish off but there was one Tench who remained and he took the middle rod's worm. An uneventful scrap ended with me being victorious.

7lb 1oz

I played with the camera whilst waiting for some more action but that was the lot. A pretty good day's work and I still got home in time for dinner.