Monday 12 November 2012

River Colne 11-11-12



After a couple of disappointing weekends when the world conspired against me, finally I was able to slip away for a few hours to drown a maggot or two.

So with 1 degree above freezing showing on the car, I was wondering down the banks of the River Colne at 7am on a Sunday morning with a pint of maggots for company, I must be mad.

Plan for today – catch something. Anything. And enjoy.

I decided to have a go on my banker pegs, where I’ve done ok this season, and then see how the mood took me.

First stop was ‘the weir pool’ – scene of some good roach and barbel a few months ago. However, it was tanking through a fair bit more now. Although we’d only had one proper day’s rain in the last few weeks, it appeared that that was sufficient to raise the water levels. 

The weir pool - casting over by the yellow sign was the only way to get bites

I set up a heavy stick float with an alloy stem with a single maggot on an 18 hook and started some runs through. Apart from snagging the bottom from time-to-time nothing was showing. I tried the deeper slack that was 2/3rds of the way across (nothing). As a final gambit I launched the stick float to the far side, it’s shallow, but stable, so maybe the fish would be sheltering there out of the flow. No sooner had the float settled than it went under – missed bite. A few more casts and the culprits started to appear – some of the tiniest minnows I’ve ever caught.




Giant minnows. Not.


A few more casts, a few tangles and a few minnows later, I decided to move on down the river. I could always come back if it was worse further down.

Next peg down was ‘the bend’, again the additional water was pushing through and I was not overly hopeful. I ran through on the main line (nothing), but if I was able to bring the rig back a little I could pick up the slower line where the mid-stream gravel bar drops off. This started to produce the odd bite. More minnows. Then a roach and a dace and more minnows. It was hard work, but it was cold and November – I’ll take anything that bites in those sort of conditions. 

A rare out-of-focus River Colne dace

The third of the banker pegs is the ‘disabled swim’ which features a nice wooden platform to fish from. Here the trick is to fish the far slack and try to avoid the nearside flow taking the float offline. I keep meaning to give it a go on the pole – but I’ve never summoned up the effort to cart all my gear that far. Anyhow, the far slack didn’t produce, but if I edged the rig onto the very edge of the flow I started to pick up the odd minnow. Bites soon dried up and a swan in the swim wasn’t ideal, so back to ‘the bend’ for a few bites. Some minnows, bleak and roach followed.

Working my way back upstream I tried ‘the inside’ swim. In previous years this produced chublets and dace on the inside of a bend, but this year I’ve caught nothing at all. Today was to be no different.

Next swim was opposite the pub. I’ve struggled here in the past, but I have had the odd fish (and lost a big lump) out in the last few visits, so I gave it a go or two. As the float neared an overhanging tree I’d get the odd bite, and the first of three minnows appeared. But nothing else.

Last peg was by the ski hut. This has a reputation as a really good area, but I don’t recall ever getting a bite here. It used to have lots of fallen trees on the far side which produced large fish, if you could get them out, but the trees have been cleared and it’s fairly anonymous now. Second run through and the float dipped as it approached a snag a good 15 metres downstream. I struck and all was solid. I was just about to call it quits when the tip of the rod started to vibrate and the snag started coming towards me. Being on a 0.10mm bottom and a size 20 hook, I decided to take it easy so I just kept on the pressure and wound in whatever line my underwater foe would let me have.  It was not long before the fish was under the rod tip and I was wondering what I had on the line and where it might go next, when without warning, it surfaced. Surprisingly, it was a chub – somehow I thought it was going to be a barbel – and in seconds it was in the landing net.

Monster chub

At that point I realised what a superb fish it was – very heavy set and with a real bulging belly. Almost certainly heavier than my previous best of 4lb 12oz. But how heavy was it?
Needless to say I didn’t have my scales with me and there was no practical way I could get my hands on a set. So a couple of photos had to suffice. Very pleased with myself (and slightly annoyed) I set off home. Time to buy another pair of scales (one for the seatbox and one of the roving outfit).

Catch List:

Roach 2
Dace 2
Bleak 2
Chub 1
Minnow 25

Total weight: 7lb

Thursday 1 November 2012

Makins, September 15-9-12



I used to fish Makins a lot, maybe 20 times a year for many years, which takes some doing when you live nearly 100 miles away. However, things changed and I haven’t actually fished there for the best part of ten years, not since it was sold off to British Waterways anyhow.
However, I just had the urge to go back for the day, so after a little planning (sourcing the Green Swimstim pellets is not all that easy round my way) and a fair bit of grovelling to SWMBO I was allowed to go.

I made a early-ish start leaving the house about 6am and arrived on phase 2 at about 0715. I think I’d have been there sooner except for the 50mph restriction on the M1 north of Luton that seems to have been in place for years and also seems to go on for ever.

On my way up I had already picked my peg, and if that was occupied I had a few others in mind to try to. Thankfully my first choice was free, the peg by the path on Lizard (or Lizzard according to the signs) from which you can reach the first small island with the pole.


This was my opening gambit, 13m of pole in 3ft of water, and the usual heavy gear and 11mm expanders. A pot full of 6mm pellets to kick things off and by 0735 I was ready to fish. First drop in got a knock, second drop in a proper bite. A rather dull, plodding fight followed (not like the carp at Gold Valley on my last outing) and a 6lb 8oz mirror carp hit the landing net. Not a bad start.

Hoping that this was a sign of things to come I shipped out again. And waited. And waited. In fact I waited a good half hour for another proper bite, another carp of 6lb. I was getting knocks and dips, but they looked like liners, and a couple of foul-hookers mixed in for good measure seemed to confirm this. End of the first hour – 2 fish for 12lb, not quite what I had in mind.

I experimented a little in the second hour, set up a lighter rig to a 14 hook, tried up in the water (nothing) on the deck, sweetcorn, banded 6mm pellet, cad potting instead, and nothing really got the fish into gear. Going back on the big pellet rig with the cad pot seemed to help for a few fish, but even that was sporadic. A few carp followed, a couple of skimmers in the one to two pound bracket showed on sweetcorn, but nothing really worked.

And yet, I was still getting dips and knocks signalling fish in the area.I was still adding to my weight, carp in the 3-5lb bracket mostly, but they were few and far between. Frustrating.
I plodded on, got up to about 40lb in weight and then it started to get difficult. In fact it was almost dead on everything I tried.

So at this point I thought I’d give the margin a go. (One of the regulars was fishing the margin down to my left and he seemed to be picking the odd fish off). I’d been feeding it for a while so although it was still early I thought I might as well.


First put in. line bite. Encouraging

Second put in. Bite. Elastic. 6lb common. Now that was interesting.


I played around with things, it appeared there were fish present, but not very confident, so I re-fed a new margin line further along and also on the other side.

The next 30 minutes were very productive with two 9lb fish visiting the landing net. However, this was as good as it really got. 

I was getting signs of fish, managed a small tench on the other margin, saw my fair share of knocks, but whatever I did, I couldn’t convert the liners into fish. (Much like the main line in fact).

Mid afternoon, I’d had enough and packed up. 67lb of fish was not to be sniffed at, but it should have been two or three times that. Chatting to the other anglers and looking online suggests that my frustration on the day was not unique to me, lots of others had experienced similar issues, so the recent cold night might have been a factor. 

So, on balance, a reasonable day, but another day thinking about what could have been.