Tuesday, 7 August 2018

60 Sec.Blog Roll - Fending off Barbel Withdrawal


This is the first of a series of ’60 second blogs’, designed for a quick read (and equally hastily put together!) These will focus on a short trip report, baits or tactics and hopefully feature a little something for everyone.

With Sunday afternoon originally set-aside for barbel fishing, but conditions still not suited to fish-welfare, I decided to spend the time sorting through my fishing gear after moving house. With a few hours of the afternoon left spare and an urge to feel a bend in the new Torrix, I took a trip out to my local carp lake, Astwood Fisheries.

The fishery is equipped with an aerator, and my target species would be carp. Now I know that plenty of river anglers are entirely averse to carp fishing. Personally, I enjoy all forms of the sport and all manner of quarry. Moreover, carp are extremely tolerant of low oxygen conditions and the fishery is served by aerators. I also know the owners reasonably well so was confident when they reported there had been no evidence of fish showing distress.

Arriving at the fishery, I discovered Bluebell Pool had been recently vacated following an earlier match. The fish seemed to be in obliging mood, already occupying the margins of vacated swims. My target would be one of the lower twenties which occupy this pool, having caught fish to just shy of 19lb in the past.

I opted for a swim with an overhanging tree, offering the fish some shade, and my preferred margin depth of around 18 inches. The peg shelves off to about 11ft, where there were vast swathes of fizzing bubbles. Without any tench stocked, my assumption was this was spawning silvers, but it would give me something to explore if the carp weren’t going to feed in close.

My target swim, with a shaded margin hopefully giving an edge

I set up the Torrix with 12lb mono, through to an 8lb hook length attached to a Size 10 Korum Expert hook. The set-up was a little heavier than I would normally fish in a commercial, but there was a reasonable chance of larger fish and I didn’t want a protracted fight in the conditions. The peg was also located near a troublesome aerator rope and I wanted to be able to put the Torrix through its paces by ‘leaning into’ a fish if needed. I wasn’t expecting subtle bites, so opted for one of my late father-in-law’s cane and cork perch bobbers to give a clear visible indicator for the sail-away bites.
Baiting up with corn and pellet, I gave the fish fifteen minutes to settle on the feed with some confidence before wetting a line with a 1cm cube of spam. Barely a few seconds passed before the first fish tore off from the margins. Forgetting to slacken off my clutch from previous use with heavier gear, the Torrix gave a splendid account of its forgiving action, bending right the way through the narrow blank and cushioning the impact whilst I fumbled to loosen the front drag.

Lovely action - the Torrix 1.75 bends right through the narrow blank

It quickly became apparent that the fish had been foul hooked and this time it was the Torrix’s brute power to be put to the test, needing to drag the swimming fish both backwards and upwards into the net. Tiring the fish would have taken far longer than I was comfortable with, so being heavy handed appeared to be in all parties’ interests. Despite its forgiving action the Torrix barely blinked, comfortably providing the power required to bring the fish to net. A hard-fighting tail-hooked common around the 6lb mark was quickly photographed, rested and returned.

A foul-hooked common – a good test of the Torrix’s qualities

Having fed the swim whilst playing the earlier fish, the swim was still alive with swirls and three more takes quickly followed. However, each of these three fish threw the barbless hook with relative ease. Unwilling to accept this as co-incidence, I changed to a trusty Guru QM1, by far and away my favorite barbless pattern and one I’ve noted to be extremely effective at avoiding hook pulls.
As the afternoon went on and with the hook now holding firm, I continued to catch consistently, with 10 fish to around 12lb gracing the net in a little over an hour and a half.  Great sport and a shot in the arm for the barbel withdrawal symptoms! So if you’re like me and have been sat pining at the door waiting for the rains, get out there and give your local carp water a try!

Wildlife Spot of the Day - A speckled wood butterfly


Thursday, 2 August 2018

Dissolved Oxygen and whether to Fish


Given the unseasonal British weather I’m yet to venture out onto the bank this season.  Between that and refurbishing a new house, opportunities to kick-off the blog have been few and far between.  I thought I’d fill the void by sharing my thoughts on the discussion around dissolved oxygen and the debate centered around targeting barbel in such conditions.  As with all things fish-welfare there is a range of strongly held opinions, many of them conflicting and a lot of misinformation.  I always encourage people to heed information from reputable sources.  With a degree in Marine and Freshwater Biology, I would like to think my own opinions carry at least a little validity, but I should stress they are just that – my personal opinions.   

For anyone somehow still unaware, the months of hot weather and lack of rainfall have caused a sharp reduction in water volume in all of our rivers and a spike in water temperature upwards of 25 degrees Celsius.

The Wye at Kerne Bridge – Dry as a bone (Photos courtesy of Worcester Angling Society)


The availability of respirable oxygen for fish in rivers is a complex relationship between saturation, mixing, temperature, pressure, photosynthesis and salinity.  For those wanting a more detailed explanation, may I recommend https://www.fondriest.com/environmental-measurements/parameters/water-quality/dissolved-oxygen/.  My belief, in current conditions ,is that the discussion should focus largely on temperature.  The remaining factors show a degree of consistency or fluctuate routinely, sufficient for fish to be appropriately adapted to these changes.  Water temperature by comparison is seeing exceptional increases as a result of, at 35, the most prolonged heatwave in my living memory. 

That said, UK temperature variation itself has very little direct effect on fish mortality.  It is the indirect effects that cause issues, with the main culprit being reduced carrying capacity for dissolved oxygen which comes with increasing water temperature; or in extreme cases of course a complete absence of water when rivers dry up. 
The relationship between Dissolved Oxygen and temperature (Photos courtesy of the RACG)

For fish mortality, oxygen is everything.  When you see large fish-kills due to pollution incidents, it is not always the pollutant itself which is directly responsible, rather the effect it has of stripping oxygen out of the water – either as a result of high chemical oxygen (COD) or biological oxygen demand (BOD).  Substances such as milk for example aren’t harmful in themselves, but are devastatingly effective at stripping oxygen from a watercourse.  The availability of dissolved oxygen in watercourses is influenced by a variety of factors, not just water temperature and one of the main factors to consider is the effect of daily fluctuations in oxygen levels as a result of photosynthesis in aquatic plants.  These plants include visible vegetation such as streamer weed, algae and also microscopic phytoplankton which is abundant in river water at this time of year.  The saturation of water with oxygen is achieved through diffusion, mixing and through photosynthesis, the latter making a considerable contribution.  There is a clear correlation between dips in dissolved oxygen levels at night-time when photosynthesis ceases.

The relationship between Dissolved Oxygen and daylight hours as a result of photosynthesis (Photos courtesy of the RACG)

So, we know that the capacity of a river to carry dissolved oxygen decreases with increases in temperature and that it dips further at night when photosynthesis ceases. 
Another factor to consider is that, importantly, every species of fish is different and adapted to suit a specific survival strategy.  This survival strategy may relate to the fishes environment, behavior or otherwise. 

Pike for example have evolved as ambush predators, with a physiology designed to use energy and oxygen reserves within blood and tissues in short rapid bursts when lunging at prey and use very little energy in between.  This is also part of the reason why pike can be found skulking in slack water, they’re just not a long-distance runner.  As a result, pike are particularly vulnerable in low oxygen conditions and many avoid targeting them in the summer months altogether. 
Salmonids are different again, being more sensitive to low DO even in resting conditions.  They have evolved to strictly manage energy budgets to prioritize returning to spawning grounds.  Adaptation is generally about compromise and oxygen sensitivity has found itself demoted in this instance.  It’s especially important to never remove a salmonid from the water once landed, unless you’re planning on dispatching it. 

Carp meanwhile have evolved to live in weed-choked, water-scarce puddles and can cope more than adequately in low oxygen environments.  That said the impact of reduced oxygen environments can be significantly worsened by overstocking, hence a number of commercial fisheries need aerators to preserve fish stocks.  Catfish are perhaps an even better example.  In south-east Asia it’s possible to walk around fish markets amongst live catfish displayed on market tables, hours after being caught. 
So where do barbel sit in all of this? Similar to salmonids, they exist comfortably in the tooth of the flow and have no difficulty exerting energy over long periods of time or coping with sudden bursts of speed.  Adaptations are focused on sensory detection of food sources and being streamlined to exist and feed in fast flowing water.  They are less sensitive to oxygen availability than salmonids and typically recover better.  However, the very reason anglers love to pursue them is what makes them especially vulnerable.  No matter how you approach landing a barbel, they are a powerful fish and will always need to be played to a degree of tiredness.  Even under the rod tip when you think they’re subdued, they always somehow seem to find another burst of energy such is their fervor for escape. 
From the discussions I’ve seen and been involved in, I don’t think many dispute that barbel are vulnerable in these conditions.  What does appear to divide opinion is whether a rested and returned barbel will recover fully or go on to deteriorate further.  Many are skeptical of this.  All I will say is that I’ve seen countless trout removed from the water for a photo or unhooking only to be returned, and that I have watched these same fish struggle in the margins for hours before being found floating dead the following morning.  This paired with reports (and photographs) from fellow anglers and kayakers of barbel being spotted floating down the river is enough, for me, to be convinced.

Belly up - a dead barbel after a sewage spill   

I’ve been especially surprised to see matches continuing on rivers in these conditions, with recent reports from a well-known angling writer of 40+ angler festivals and a match where 150lb of fish were caught, and presumably retained in a keepnet.  Fisheries have been too slow to react in my opinion, dragging their feet on closing their banks and reluctant to postpone money-spinning matches.  I appreciate a lot of work goes into the organization of these, but if organizers can deal with postponing for flood events, they should too be able to postpone for fish welfare reasons.  One of the main arguments for changes to the closed season is that it would be better controlled by the fisheries.  However, I feel we’ve seen little evidence from a number of these that welfare features sufficiently on their agenda to place our trust in their governance.  It’s intriguing to note that the Wye and Usk Foundation (WUF) continues to offer day tickets on the Wye when many fisheries have now finally closed their banks.  The WUFs objectives include to conserve, protect, rehabilitate and improve the salmon and other indigenous species of animal and plant life… and to advance the education of the public in the conservation of rivers, river corridors and their animal and plant life and the need for conservation, protection, rehabilitation and improvement of such environments.  A charitable foundation set-up with the above mandate should be leading the way in prioritizing fish welfare and be actively involved in providing appropriate guidance to the angling community.

Probably the biggest impact which must be considered before wholesale decisions would be taken to close rivers would be the impact on local businesses reliant on angling tourism.  However, a commitment to book an angling holiday, months and even a year in advance has always carried a degree of weather related risk and I believe it is up to the angler to have accept this and have a Plan B for when they arrive, be it commercial fisheries or otherwise.

Clearly there is a divergence in opinion across the angling landscape.  Some feel that the risk is too great and that it is especially unclear whether fish recover from the ordeal of capture in the immediate or longer-term future.  For some, an element of doubt is enough and a prudent approach is adopted.  For others, photos of dead barbel or a capture of their first ‘belly-up’ barbel is enough to keep them from wetting a line.  Others are firmly of the opinion that if there was that much risk then fishing would have been prohibited by fisheries or the relevant agencies and trusts.  There is a lamentable absence of clear guidance on how warm is too warm and how low is too low with regard to available dissolved oxygen.  With one eye on climate change resilience, my hope is that lessons will be learnt from what may or may not prove to be an exceptional summer and research undertaken to provide a guideline value, be it temperature or oxygen level based, either for the closure of fisheries or too at least allow anglers to make an informed decision.

Equivalent guidance exists for salmonids with fishery closures triggered around 19o and a number of fisheries already prohibit the targeting of pike during summer months.  Perhaps equivalents should be applied to targeting barbel or other sensitive coarse species in certain conditions.
If you must fish, please follow sensible precautions.  Upscale your tackle (if necessary) to allow you to land fish as quickly as possible.  Use a large specimen carp net that gives maximum room to rest the fish.  Rest fish in the net before unhooking, and unhook the fish in the water.  Photograph fish in the water whilst it is resting, using the opportunity to hone and perhaps take some artistic photos of your quarry whilst they rest.  Ask yourself if you really need to weigh the fish, if it isn’t a candidate for a personal best I would suggest the answer is no.  If you must weigh it, have everything ready by the water’s edge, use a wet sling and complete the elements where the fish is removed from the water with absolute haste and once the fish is rested.  After each stage of handling (landing, unhooking, weighing) rest the fish.  Ensure the fish is fighting fit, and then give it another 10 minutes for good measure.   If the fish has gone belly up at any point, consider resting it for longer.  Target your fish in environments where dissolved oxygen is at its highest – downstream of weirs or agitated water; and be mindful that dissolved oxygen drops sharply at night.  If you see evidence of fish populations in distress, call the Environment Agency – the earlier they have time to act the more chance they have of making an effective response.

 The EA – (left) aerating a watercourse to increase oxygen levels; and (right) rescuing fish from the Teme.   (Photos courtesy of the EA)

For the time-being then it is a matter of personal opinion and perhaps one of conscience.  As discussed, I would like to think that conditions this summer will prompt further research and a greater degree of preparedness.  Misinformation thrives on a lack of clear guidance and I would like the Environment Agency to step up as they continue to plan for climate resilience going forwards.  For me, I’ll not wet a line again this season until I see peak daily water temperatures down to at least 20 degrees on the rivers I target. (Note - for the 2019 season with higher flow volumes pushing through giving greater saturation and high water temperatures not yet being prolonged, I'll be using 25 degrees Celsius as my go/no-go limit for fishing the rivers.) 

Thursday, 22 March 2018

Season Closing Weekend – Part 3 – The River Severn

   Day three took me to a beat famed until recent years for its double figure barbel, The River Severn at Bewdley.  Reports for the past couple of seasons have been mixed for this stretch since a seal named Keith took up residence for a number of months over 2013.  Photos of Keith munching through double figure barbel caused uproar at the time and he was eventually herded downstream amid threats of him being shot.  Dark times.  Still, some of the originally stocked fish do remain and feature occasionally in the Angling Press.  These fish are marked by a tinge of purple across their flanks, fish that are typically around the 11 – 13 lb mark.  These would clearly be a target to hope for then, but after recent sessions even a micro-barbel would be a delight.

Here be Monsters - A stretch known for doubles.
If only I could get them to feed.

   Days one and three had taught me that a static approach was unlikely to work, so I spent almost as much time preparing for the sessions as I did fishing.  Sneaking my gear into the relative warmth of the utility room whilst the wife was distracted, I set to work fining everything down to allow me to remain as mobile as possible.  My three-rod quiver complete with tripod and choice of landing net handles were replaced with a single rod, bankstick, short landing net; and a few elastic bands and tip protectors to hold them all together.  My trusty brolly was sacrificed in favour of a solid waterproof coat and my chair for a small collapsible stool.  Even baits were divided into smaller pots and terminal tackle sorted into a small compartmentalized fly-box.  Clearly lead and feeders add a lot of weight and I usually carry more than a kilo.  Selecting a slightly weaker hooklength than mainline gave me the confidence to shed much of this and I took just a couple of 4 oz leads and 3 oz feeders. 

Office for the Day - The River Severn at Bewdley.

   I decided to have an extra hour in bed and a proper breakfast, rather than hurry out onto the cold river.  I wouldn’t then have to worry about carrying food or tea and was happy enough to get to Bewdley for 10am.  The river was at 2.6 m and about as high as I had fished it.  I’d fished this beat in similar conditions a few times before and caught, so knew the pegs I would target.

   In each of eight pegs I followed a simple approach – fish without feeding for 20 minutes on the way up the beat; then feed with pellet, hemp and a little groundbait and move on.  Having reached the top of the beat I turned round and revisited each of the baited swims on the return journey.  With no luck, I reverted to my final and favoured peg which I had baited heavily at the start.  Here, a gravel platform located beneath a set of steps and sheltered by a bush creates a perfect spot for presenting a bait in floodwater.  It’s well worth paying attention to these features in low water for when the river comes up.

   Presenting the feeder and satisfying myself that the rig wasn’t snagged I flicked on the baitrunner and got comfy on the soft leaf-litter for a snooze.  It’s the most relaxed I’ve been in as long as I can remember, drifting off with the babbling sound of the river, raindrops falling on my waterproof. The only disturbance was occasional birdsong. Bliss.  No barbel, but some much needed downtime.

   Eventually, the peace was shattered.  Not by the scream of my baitrunner as a barbel tore off line, but by a half-mad Labrador licking at my face.  Apparently I hold more appeal than the large lump of spam in a small bait-tub beside me.  Who knew.  With that I decided enough was enough.  With three days of mud to clean from my gear when I got home and an early morning work trip to London beckoning, I packed up and meandered back to the car.  I couldn't help  but feel a little defeated, with just a solitary chub to show for my last four sessions of the season.  Still, those hard sessions make the flyers all the more special and bring an appreciation of each and every barbel that graces our nets.  I’ll approach June 16th with a hunger to settle the score and will have to wait a little longer until I can feel a barbel put a bend in the new Torrix...


Not so much as a twitch.
The Torrix will have to wait to tame its first barbel..

Wednesday, 21 March 2018

Season Closing Weekend – Part 2 – The River Wye


   For Day two I was joined by a close friend, Nick, as we revisited the scene of his first ever barbel.  The Wye is by far my favourite river and I never cease to be amazed by how beautiful it looks even in the worst conditions.  Even fishing my ‘regular’ beats the colours change so vibrantly with the weather and seasons that no trip is ever quite the same.

Day 2 - The River Wye.
   Heavy rain on Friday afternoon and through the night meant the river was going to be up-up-up, so we headed to a floodwater beat that I had confidence in.  Alas, the river was even higher than expected, so much so that there were only two fishable pegs and these were already occupied on our arrival. 

   A quick chat with the incumbant anglers over a brew revealed they had traveled from Essex and Rochester respectively and had fished for two days without a bite.  With this in mind we really didn’t begrudge them the pegs and after giving them a little background to the beat and possible approaches, we wished them luck and went to explore the bank for alternatives. 


Goodrich Castle - overlooks the Wye at Bishopswood.

   Having walked the beat, we were able to confirm assertions that there really weren’t any other pegs on the day ticket water safe to fish.  Fortunately, this particular stretch has some private ‘members only’ water and with a little negotiation with one of the local members, we were kindly allowed to fish here given that it was the closing weekend and the day tickets couldn’t otherwise be used.


   The pegs looked like they should hold fish, with plenty of cover up and downstream and I felt a renewed confidence.  An early visit from a typically good omen, Mr.Robin, further boosted morale and a few leftover maggots from the previous day were duly sacrificed.  I like to think his cheerful chirping was Robin for ‘thank you’, but looking back I wonder if it was a more sagely dispensed wisdom of ‘you’ll catch nowt in this weather you daft sod’.  And so it went.  A few hours on and confidence had waned. 


Wildlife spot of the day - always cheery company on a cold day.
   Nick meanwhile had taken the decision to go roving and was duly rewarded for his impetus.  Not twenty minutes passed from when I lost sight of him before I heard the hallowed shout of ‘fish on!’  A few minutes later and he’d slipped the net under a pristine barbel, a sight I’d all but given up on before the season’s end.

Nick with barbel #1, 6lb 4oz
   Over the celebratory cup of tea which was almost as welcome as the barbel, we strategized over the rest of the afternoon.  Nick gave the same peg another half hour whilst I packed most of our gear into the car.  Now all the nimbler for dispensing with chairs, brollies and countless ‘options’, we spent the rest of the afternoon tackling some of the ‘inaccessible’ pegs with the help of a well anchored rope.

   Only a few minutes passed following a speculative cast on the first and trickiest swim, before Nick’s rod gave that familiar two-foot twitch.  Had it been a chub, he'd have been in trouble, powerless from his bank-top position to stop the fish nose-diving into the overhanging trees and undergrowth on either side.  However, this was clearly no chub and it duly obliged, heading out into the flow away from the snags.  Meanwhile, yours truly anchored the rope and made my way precariously down the ‘slip-and-slide-to-impending-doom’ just in time to net his second barbel of the day.
Barbel #2, 4lb 2oz - and the perilous descent.
Always anchor ropes firmly and use bracken for grip. 
   The following and final hour remained fishless before we had to call it a day, making a point of calling in en-route to visit the other anglers that had traveled from further afield.  They, along with myself and the kindly local member had blanked again.  The feeling was that the cold-blooded barbel simply didn’t have the energy to venture out in search for food and were holed up waiting for water temperatures to rise.  They were fishing the same beat tomorrow and passing on our feedback of Nick's success, they were going to adopt a roving approach for their final day, as would I on the Severn.

   Kudos has to go to Nick on this occasion, having made the effort to go and find the fish and reaping the reward of a couple of late season barbel.  It can be easy to let confidence drop and retreat behind a brolly when the weather draws in, but Nick proved that luck is what you make of it and sometimes that little extra effort to force a change can pay dividends.

Tuesday, 20 March 2018

Season Closing Weekend - Part 1 - The River Teme


   Having barely ventured out over winter bar a tricky session on a flooded Wye, I’d kept a spare couple of days holiday and decided to spend a long weekend’s fishing before the rivers closed.  It’s not lost on me that I’m graced with having three of the country’s most iconic barbel rivers on my doorstep, the Severn, Wye and Teme, so it felt fitting to fish each to close the season.

   Conditions were less idyllic however, with snow-melt flooded rivers and reports from all directions of ‘hard’ conditions.  Still, I was looking forward to the challenge and was glad to be able to fit a few consecutive sessions in around a pause for Mothering Sunday.


Day 1 - The River Teme at Knightwick
   My beat for Day 1 was the Talbot stretch at Knightwick.  The Teme was up, but having only fished this stretch low and clear, it looked fantastic with some water on.  I targeted three swims at the top, middle and bottom.  Each swim was progressively deeper and offered different flows and levels of cover.  My main approach was pellet, supplemented with spam and maggots on both heavy and fine set-ups.  To keep a long story short, I tried just about everything but simply couldn’t get the fish to feed.  Fresh otter prints on the bank had also set alarm bells ringing that the fish wouldn’t prioritize feeding in conditions where their energy levels were low.

   There's little doubt in my mind that small rivers like the Teme have been hammered by otters, with populations of the apex predator seemingly abundant.  That said, if it wasn't for the wildlife, fishing a river would have little more pleasure than a commercial, so I'd rather be with them than without.

Soft mud provides great clues about other river-users.
(Left to right) Otter, Rat, Water Vole
   Whilst the fish failed to make an appearance, soft mud on the banks revealed the sort of wildlife trail I used to follow as a child.  Together with the otter, the bank had recently been visited by a water vole, rat and an owl.  In addition, there was evidence of possible sand martin nests in one of the recessed banks, not to mention a seemingly hyperactive mole. Lovely stuff. 

Taking a closer look at a soft, muddy embankment.
Possible sand martin nests and an owl pellet.

Teme Valley Moles...
Inversely proportional to Teme Valley Barbel
   After countless hours exploring the banks and trying to provoke any sort of response from the fish, the weather turned in the late afternoon.  The lure of the Talbot through the mizzle became too much to bear about an hour before sunset.  A much-needed pint in a warm pub went down a treat before heading home to plan the following day's trip…

Thursday, 15 February 2018

Imperfect Conditions - Beggars can't be choosers

With life keeping me busy, it'd somehow been nearly 3 months since I'd managed to get out on the river.  With a new rod in the quiver and conditions improving week on week, I was all but foaming at the mouth to get out fishing.  A spike in river 24hrs previously had started to fall, so I felt pretty confident when booking a ticket on the Whitehouse beat of the River Wye through the Wye & Usk Foundation.  

I'd planned to get out early to catch sunrise on the river, but a bad night's sleep and a warm bed had conspired against me.  Still, a warm pink sky silhouetted by the Malvern Hills wasn't the worst view in the world as I journeyed the hour south to How Capel.

 I'd been hoping to fish this beat in winter for a while, having caught plenty of long lean 8lb barbel throughout the summer.  I couldn't help but feel that at a different time of year, many of these fish could have nudged into that magical double figure that still eludes me.

The right fish at the wrong time -
lean summer barbel pile on the pounds over winter

Arriving on the bank, my heart sank.  Optimum conditions would have seen the Ross level gauge at 0.6 - 0.9m.  1.2m was only an extra foot on top, but I'd failed to account for Ross being far shallower in the first place.  A 50% increase from normal conditions was a lot of extra water indeed.  Heavy rain upstream in the night had also sent a second wave of floodwater, driving down the river temperature, and changing it's dynamic from slowly falling to rapidly rising to now double its normal levels.  A few speculative casts on arrival revealed that 4oz wouldn't hold even with a bow in the line, and that the water was loaded with debris.  The infrequent site of trees, sheep and even a motorbike wheel throughout the day all sought to confirm that today would need a marginal approach.

Influxes of cold water and a rapidly rising river
- put barbel off feeding
Given the scarcity of fishable bankside cover on this particular beat, I decided to adopt a 'bait and wait' approach in each of two pegs.  Both offered shelter behind bankside trees and a relatively deep margin.  I wasn't feeling overly confident and hoped an early barbel might banish the seeds of doubt.  Alas, the first peg failed to produce so much as a pluck on the rod-tip and at midday I moved on.  I took a gentler approach to feeding the second peg, with an initial ball of halibut'n'hemp groundbait, followed by pellets little and often.

Beat for the day - a high river loaded with debris
A couple of hours produced nothing, before the characteristic bounce of an angry chub shaking its head woke my rod tip from slumber.  A brassy flank flashed in the margins as I lifted into the fish and it took off into the flow.  For a moment I thought it may have been a barbel after all, but that initial run quickly turned bankward and headed doggedly for snag-ridden cover.  A lovely scrap on my new 11ft Torrix 1.75, light and sensitive in the tip but with more than enough beef to bully the chub from trouble.  The scales rounded to 4'3 and a personal best chub from this beat. 

Beggars can't be choosers -
Greedy chub will feed in even the worst conditions
With the greedy chub returned downstream and no further action from the swim, I decided to take a mobile approach for the last few hours.  I baited half a dozen likely looking swims before loading the car with all but the essentials.  Twenty minutes was given to each, but to no avail.
Wildlife spot of the day - Reed Bunting
I'd planned to fish an hour into darkness.  But as dusk approached, an ominous black cloud akin to the Nothing from the Never Ending Story appeared on the horizon behind me.  The ensuing snow blizzard descended as I got half way across the field and I just about managed to find my way to the car and away onto the main road before the snow would render my BMW entirely useless.

A hard day, but the new rod christened and a blank avoided.  It's always a pleasure to spend a day on the river and there's always something to learn.  Here's hoping those long fat barbel come on the feed in the last few weeks before the closed season...   

Are you interested in fishing this beat? If so, tickets for 'White House' can be bought from the Wye and Usk Foundation. Accommodation is available on the neighboring farm, just a two minute walk from the river in the form of five fabulous tipis situated in an apple orchard with beds, linen and BBQ/firepit. Booking and further information can be found here:

https://whitehouseonwye.co.uk/glamping-and-fishing


Thursday, 1 February 2018

Tribute

I couldn’t write this blog without taking the opportunity to pay tribute to someone who would have taken immense pleasure in reading it, my late father-in-law John. I suspect he’d have rather heard about it – preferably over that nostalgic Birmingham delicacy ‘a pint of mild’. Even better if he could have been out on the bank with me. Those opportunities were too few, and I wish I’d taken more of them; to have shared a river bank, a beer, an anything really. John was one of those rare individuals whose huge smile and infectious full-throated laugh could light up a room. He’d an enthusiasm for just about anything, especially when it involved family.

John Dennis Bateman
 
John would fish with traditional tactics and seemingly to me artisan gear, always targeting a mixed bag - usually whilst I blanked trying to catch barbel on a clear sunny day. He had a calming influence on the bank. I’m fiercely competitive, and even when pleasure fishing can get a little bit lost in an eagerness to catch. Conversely, John was utterly content just to be out fishing, a generational thing perhaps. We millennial's have grown up with commercials and angling publications largely intent on promoting bagging up with your next 100lb. I’m trying to learn that calmness from John even now, to enjoy being immersed in the romance and nostalgia of angling rather than just the catching. It’s in part why I’ve started this blog.
 

John with his Personal Best fish - a 13 lb carp

I’ve a lot to thank you for John, not least your beautiful daughter – whose Teme barbel p.b. eclipses even our own. You’d be proud as punch, and I can just see you telling the gents down at the Landrover all about it with that great big bloody smile.

     

 

 
I wish I could tell you all about the next barbel capture, instead I’ll raise a glass. Whiskey’s a bit more portable than mild, and it’ll be a special occasion – a toast to the best father-in-law I could have wished for. Tight lines.