River Carp on the bread punch, spice up a roach session

July 19, 2021 at 8:47 pm

Temperature forecasts of 30 Centigrade, meant for a brief morning visit to my local River Cut this week, my choice of swim was dictated by the amount of shade on offer, it already being over 25 when I arrived at 9am.

Club members had been catching carp since heavy flooding of a few weeks ago, escapees from lakes above, or below the stretch and I was keen to get in on the act. Choice of rod was my browning 14 footer, paired with an Abu 501 reel loaded with 5 lb mainline to a 3.2 lb BS hook link with a size 14 barbless. Bait was to be my reliable bread punch, with a heavy feed of liquidised bread, mixed with ground carp pellets and a sprinkling of Haiths Spicy Red additive. The float was a 6 No 4 Ali stick, with the shot bulked to within a foot of the hook and another No 4 half way down as a tell tale.

With carp in mind, I mixed the feed wet to sink and put two balls in a couple of yards above an overhanging bush, swinging the over depth float out to hold back in the slight flow. The response was immediate with the float sliding away and a small rudd flashing away in the murky water.

Not a bad rudd to start. These fish once covered the upper levels of the river, but had disappeared and I was at first pleased to see them, although after the tenth one grabbed my bait, I was rapidly changing my mind. Adding another 6 inches to the depth and moving the tell tale closer to the hook. I put in more feed balls, squeezing them up hard, watching them sink straight down. I had gone up from the 6 mm bread punch to a 7 mm. Something worked, as the next fish was a clonking roach, that dived quickly back into the roots of the bush, before being drawn upstream to the middle, then across to the landing net.

Ah, that’s more like it, the float lifted and I was playing another big roach.

This one also dived hard for the bush and I decided to feed even further out. The extra feed was to beyond the middle, where there was less flow, dead leaves were backing up on the float and were less problem here. The float would settle then lift as the bait was picked up. I usually waited for the float to move off before striking.

Rudd were still getting through, but they were generally better fish. This one with orange fins and a green hue to the scales.


 

The roach were back and I was in a rhythm, bait the hook, swing the float in, hold back. The float would lift and bob, then sink; striking with my finger on the spool just in case of a big one.

A small chub put the theory to the test, diving back to the roots, feeling like a much larger fish.

There was no doubting the next bite, when the line went solid from a big fish that swam steadily upstream, slowly shaking its head, unaware that it was hooked. I was giving line from the spool as it passed upstream, seeing the deep golden body and fat black tail of a carp cruising by, while my rod bent double. It kept going and I put more pressure on as it neared an overhanging bush, bringing the carp to the surface. I’d landed a five pounder the week before from a local pond and this was as long, but much deeper. I was just a passenger on this journey and jumped when the carp flapped its tail. It turned back gaining speed and I stripped the line through the rings to stay in contact, the rod slack, then bent double as it powered by taking line. Despite my efforts, the carp kept doing, the rod powered up and the 3.2 lb hook link snapped.

A cool drink of orange with a shortbread, and I was ready to start again. Tying on another size 14, I punched out a 7 mm pellet and swung it in. A bob, a lift and I was into a decent roach.

I began catching a gudgeon a chuck.

A couple more balls in and the roach were back.

A roach bite suddenly went heavy and I was playing a small carp that cruised up and down, searching out the snags, but once on the surface it was under my control and in the net.

This is what I came for. A little barrel of fun.

Back in and first cast yet another clonker roach, that did not give up easily.

There were plenty of smaller roach and many big gudgeon but you can’t photograph them all, but some required a comment. This one had an ulcer, but fought well.

This one looked like it had been attacked by a pike, but there are none in the Cut. Maybe a mink.

The damage was both sides with penetration marks.

It was 12:30, my three hours was up and I punched my last hole in the bread, swinging the float in. The float dithered and bobbed like a small roach, but the strike said another story as the rod bent into another carp. This was not as big as the first, but big enough to treat with a lot of respect. I managed to contain the carp within the area in front of me, stopping it from going under the bush and keeping it from the far side, holding the rod high and responding to every dash for freedom. It swam back out of the net once, but was soon back in.

A two and a half pound powerhouse. Next year these carp will be unstoppable without much heavier gear.

A busy morning that proved much better than expected with many decent roach and the pair of bonus carp.

 

 

Common and crucian carp dominate on the bread punch

July 14, 2021 at 6:24 pm

After a couple of mediocre fishing sessions lately, I paid a visit to a pond that is within walking distance of my home, for a confidence boosting few hours in the afternoon. Under an acre in size, the pond sits within the bounds of a sports field and is part of a chain of balance ponds that control the flash flooding of a brook, which runs through the urban area. It is full of a wide variety of coarse fish and I never know what will end up in my net, but that the bread punch has never failed me, despite others using more exotic baits.

Before setting up, I mixed up liquidised bread and ground carp pellets with a sprinkling of strawberry flavouring, adding enough water to form sloppy balls of feed. Being so shallow, I want the balls to keep their shape for throwing, but to break up on contact with the surface of the pond. I fed a metre square area 7 to 8 metres out, to be ready to fish. A simple waggler rig to a size 14 barbless hook, set to two feet deep, just above the muddy bottom, with a 6 mm punched pellet of bread was swung out to the middle of the fed area. The float disappeared in seconds, lifting into a powerful fish that ran off toward the lily bed to my right, taking elastic. Expecting a small rudd first cast, this was a shock, but the heavy 12-18 elastic compensated, the hook held and I netted a golden common/crucian carp hybrid.

The following fish were all good sized netable rudd, the bites being steady sailaways, the fish a range of shades of green and gold.

I had taken a chance on the strawberry flavouring, but it was certainly working and my next bite saw the elastic stretch out toward the middle, the fish, a small common staying deep throwing up a trail of black mud.

Bubbles were now appearing steadily across the fed area and a cast to the middle of them produced a characteristic crucian bite, small bobs and nibbles followed by a gradual sinking of the float.

Although only about 8 oz, I struggled to get this crucian in the net. It rolled and dived in every direction apart from the net, until it finally popped up and lay on its side.

If I thought that the little crucian was trouble, the next was an arm wrenching battle royal, when a 5 lb common carp went off with the tiny 6 mm pellet of bread. The elastic shot out as it headed straight for the big bed of lilies opposite and I struggled to keep the pole at an angle to the fish, afraid that the top two sections would be pulled off the pole. Once it realised that that direction was not working, it ran back along the line of least resistance toward the lilies to my right. Due to the lack of depth, the only form of escape was to run, trying to get in under the bushes and rushing around. Once it began to roll on the surface, I knew it was beat, and broke the pole down to the top three, but getting its head up long enough to net was wearing on my arms, aware that the size 14 barbless hook could come out at any time. Finally a long pull back of the pole brought it toward the landing net and it was mine, the hook in the tip of the lip snagging in the net.

Not my biggest carp ever, but probably the biggest on the pole and certainly from this little pond on the bread punch. The water in front of me was now grey with churned up mud and after a cup of tea and a piece of short bread, I put a couple more balls of feed in and cast out. A dithering bite eventually showed signs of going under and I lifted into a small colourful crucian.

There was more commotion, when a common carp made off at warp speed, but again the elastic did its job and patience saw it to the net.

 These colourful crucians, were now putting in an appearance, this being one of the better ones.

The float cruised away and I was having another workout, as a pound plus common carp charged off, following it around the pond with the pole in ever decreasing circles, pulling it away from the bushes on my side, when it neared the net.

Swinging in a stonking gudgeon got me worried that they would take over the swim, but this was the first of just a few.

I needn’t have worried as now some crucian carp and hybrids moved over the feed, having put regular small offerings into the same spot, bubbles now bursting on the surface.

Still getting the occasional Crucian hybrid, the more colourful versions had taken over and it was one a chuck, although being fussy biters, each “chuck” took about five minutes.

This was one of the better ones, good net fillers, but not as hard fighting as the standard versions.

It was getting close to going home time, all my feed had been fed and I was running out of spaces in my bread, the last fish being another decent rudd.

Bouncing my 13 lb scales, I returned the big common and reweighed the net, the total being 16 lb 4 oz, not bad for a busy four hour session.  Unfortunately the bright late afternoon sun washed out the colours of this image, but I was eager to get the catch back into the water as soon as possible and didn’t want to mess around trying for a better shot. To save more handling, they were slowly lowered into the pond still in the landing net, swimming off safely.

 

 

Pike cause a stir on the River Stour at Christchurch

July 11, 2021 at 1:49 pm

Social fishing is when wives come along too, but days have to be allocated for socialising and others for fishing. A brief visit to Meadowbank Touring Park on the banks of the River Stour at Christchurch, was one such event this week. With rain forecast for Wednesday and sunshine for Thursday, a long lunch at the New Queen pub was the obvious choice for Wednesday, leaving Thursday free for my friend John and I to get on with the serious business of fishing, while the two Julies soaked up the sun. Er, one problem. The British weather decided not to co-operate. It rained.

Results on the Stour since the start of the season had been poor and so it was for John and I as we struggled to get through the minnows. John was thirty yards downstream on an opening out bend, while I had the straight above. Starting on a 3 gram stick float over eight feet of water, John soon switched to the swim feeder with bread on the hook, still unable to escape the minnows, until roach found his bait. Going back to the float, feeding hemp, but with bread punch on the hook he began to pick up the occasional small roach.

Upstream I had streamer weed stretching out past the middle of the river, but found a six foot deep run four metres out and began feeding tight balls of liquidised bread, ground carp pellets and hemp, plus boiled hemp seed, putting them in a rod length upstream. In front of me, giant hog weed had lined the bank, which the owners had cut back, then allowed to fall forward into the river, creating a tangled barrier which extended eight feet into the river. My first job was to drag out an area wide enough to get the keepnet in and to give space for netting fish. At last I was ready to fish and after thirty minutes of frustration in the form of bait stealing minnows, my swim switched on and I began to catch roach.

Making an upstream cast, the 6 No 4 stick float float was settling in front of me and under as I held it back, the fish being over the feed where it had carpeted the bottom. Perfect, but not quite. Streamer weed lined the channel in front and claimed two fish, until I began lifting them up to the surface over the weed to where I could net them.

Bites were plentiful, due mainly to the minnows, some of which were monsters, like small gudgeon, but dace had also invaded the swim, stripping the bread in seconds, lifting and bobbing the float, but evading the hook, leaving it bare. I tried sweet corn and neat hempseed on the hook, again bobs and dives of the float, but no fish. Back on the bread punch, I managed to land a few, but most tumbled off before I could get them to the surface. At least the rain had stopped and my Julie was able to remove her rain jacket and mine from her knees, when the sun came out. She went back to make some sandwiches.

I hooked a decent roach, that suddenly shot to the surface. A pike was after it and I swung it clear, just as the pike swirled on the surface.

The swim went dead. My attempts to revive it with more feed were mocked by the pike, that dived each time into the middle of it, scattering fish in all directions. Julie returned with freshly made sandwiches, which were consumed, before I asked her to go back for my spinning rod and plugs. Good wife that she is, went off, returning later with the pike fishing kit. I had begun catapulting hempseed over to the middle, ignoring the inside line, which was a mistake, as by the time that I had set up the spinning rod, the pike had moved, the surface fishing lure untroubled.

Trotting the float down the middle soon saw the float disappear and a small roach hooked and landed.

The hempseed feed with punched bread on the hook was working again and another roach was at the surface on it’s way to the net. The surface erupted and the roach was snatched off! Another pike, or the same one? I tied on another size 14 barbless hook and went back to my inside line, feeding only hempseed with bread punch on the hook. More fussy bites and a dace in the net. Good.

The float went down and the rod bent double with a big fish, that slowly swam upstream, then accelerated, powering out toward the middle, as I backwound the ABU 501 in response. I said to Julie that this was a big fish, maybe a barbel, or a big bream. Applying steady pressure it turned back and I got the landing net ready, but it kept deep and went off again. The hook came free. My disappointment turned to anger, when I saw that a small scale was impaled on the hook. It had been a pike, that had taken a dace as I hooked it, the hook pulling out on the second run.

Assuming that the pike would be content with it’s latest meal, I continued trotting down the inside line, holding back then easing the float bringing a positive bite. Yes! A good dace was tumbling deep beneath the rod top and I got the landing net ready, as I brought it up over the streamer weed. A green flash, the rod arched over and the dace was gone, the pike leaving a swirling boil on the surface.

That was enough for one day. I was tempted to have a go with a deep swimming lure, but sometimes you have to admit defeat. I had never got a chance to put a decent session together, before The Pike stuck his long toothy snout in to spoil the day. Even building a new swim down the middle had found a pike.

I walked down to John, who had also had troubles of one kind, or another. He had doubled my weight, but was in the process of packing up himself. Our verdict, Social 10 out of 10, Fishing 4 out of 10. Next time we will try a different spot and take some proper pike gear.

 

The grass is always greener on the other side?

July 4, 2021 at 3:16 pm

Within a few miles of my home, I am very fortunate to have a wide variety of excellent fishing, yet never satisfied, I am always searching for somewhere new, ideally with better fishing. Carp have put in an appearance in my local river and they were high on my must catch list, but I have had a hankering to fish a club water over twenty miles away since before we were all locked down. My previous visit, over three years ago, had put some decent roach and pound crucian in my net during a brief morning session and I had always intended to return to give it a good go.

Rising early, I set off to beat the traffic and was doing well, until I hit a tailback in the filter lane off a busy dual carriageway. Two changes of the traffic lights later, I had turned up the hill towards my desired venue. The traffic was slow, but then it stopped again. A train was heading into the station and the level crossing gates had come down. Hand brake on and wait. And wait. Two trains, one in either direction. Sit and relax. The gates went up and we were moving forward slowly. A truck, held up like the rest of us on the opposite side, was trying to force its way across my queue, from a fork in the opposite direction, to join the traffic coming towards me. Horns blared and arms were waved from windows, until someone gave way and we moved on. Not far. The local school had opened its gates for the multitude of 4x4s to drop off their precious cargos. Cars were entering my road from all sides. In my day we walked, or cycled to school, but today’s parents believe that some form of evil harm will befall their offspring, so get out the gas guzzler.

At last I was on the country road, then driving down the rutted track to The Pond, parking at the Dam to avoid the crowded carpark. There was plenty of room for the van in front of another car, leaving space for its exit. Tackle on the trolley, I made my way across the dam towards another angler and stopped for a chat. “How’s it fishing?” I knew the answer from the look on his face. “Rubbish.” He was fishing two rods, had arrived the day before and had one crucian carp, then bivvied up for the night, risen at 4 am, lost one fish at 6 am and hadn’t had a bite since. As he said, rubbish. I moved into the swim next to him, it having a bed of lilies to my left.

It looked perfect, but where were all the anglers on the far side? The carpark had only one car in it. Oh dear. Looks like it has been rubbish for quite a while. The Bush Telegraph had spoken.

I had intended filling it in with the same strawberry mix, that had given me a big crucian, a common carp and two tench, plus a string of rudd from my local pond earlier in the week, but decided that a quarter of what I had used, would be safer. There was no sign of surface activity at all, no bubbles, or fish topping. Plumbing the depth, there was a sharp drop off from four to six feet half way along my side of the lily bed and set my 2 gram antenna float to fish three inches off bottom, with a 7 mm bread pellet on a size 16 barbless hook. I put in one small ball close to the lilies, followed by the float and waited.

After five minutes, the float gave a half dip, followed at intervals by others, before it eventually slowly sank below the surface. I struck. Missed it. The bread was still on the hook. Five minutes later I missed another bite. Same story. I punched out a 5 mm pellet for the hook. A better bite and a rudd in the landing net.

My neighbour was soon at my side, keen to see me catch a fish. We watched as the float dithered and half sank. The strike brought the elastic out briefly as a fish fought deep, then ran out to open water. Not a monster, but a hard fighting little crucian carp.

Two fish in ten minutes, maybe it would not be so bad after all. My neighbour was very interested in the bread punch and the pole, as I managed to miss the next two bites and drop another crucian, when I struck the fussy bite too soon. I put in a second small ball of the ground carp pellet and liquidised bread mix with a sprinkling of strawberry flavouring, dropping the float in over it. These bites were taking forever to develope, but patience was rewarded with another rudd.

This one was heavy with spawn, being barrel shaped. Maybe they were preoccupied with spawning and not feeding. My new friend lived in Watford, a 50 mile drive away, a long way for one fish. He had decided to start packing up, but returned when my net was out again. He had been using Peperami sausage as bait and offered me a piece, which I tried as a small cube on the hook. We talked of clubs and waters that we had in common, while we watched the motionless float being ignored. The ten minute trial was a failure and the bread went back on for more knocks leading to a fish on.

A roach this time, but again so lightly hooked that I was netting them all. I tried fishing higher in the water through the cloud, but after missing several bites and hooking a four inch roach, I went back down to the bottom. Time was ticking on and the one remaining angler on the far side was loading his car to leave. The occasional bubble was now rising from the edge of the lilies and I was encouraged to stay by another roach.

Convinced that my float rig was too heavy, I switched to a much lighter antenna float with a size eighteen hook. I think that this was more for my benefit rather than the fish, as the bites did not improve and my miss rate went up. Finally I hooked a roach, how I don’t know, as its lip was missing.

By now I had decided to join my neighbour, who was still ferrying his various bits of equipment back to his car. As if to taunt me, the float went under with a rudd, while I gathered my bits. The sun had come out and was already hot on my back, enough of an incentive to leave I thought.

One day I will visit this fishery at a more productive time.

I had time to pop in at another pond on the way back, maybe that was fishing better? I didn’t bother getting out my gear and wandered over to the pond. Three friends were fishing at adjacent swims. “How’s it fishing?” “Rubbish.” The grass is not always greener on the other side is it? I climbed back in the van and continued home.

Tench, a common and a big crucian carp worth the soaking.

June 30, 2021 at 9:24 am

While my wife went off for her first appointment at the hairdressers since Lockdown began, I took advantage of the two free hours for a quick visit to my local Jeanes Pond, before the need to get home to watch the England v Germany football game in the European Cup.

Arriving at Jeanes, the pond looked good, although the forecast afternoon rain had already begun. I had no waterproofs, but was under a tree and the rain was warm. So far this season I had been unable to catch a tench and was prepared to foresake my reliable bread punch for sweet corn.  Adding a strawberry ground bait to my usual mix of liquidised bread and ground carp pellets was another diversion from my normal approach, but this additive had proved effective in my distant past and was retrieved from it’s sealed tin at the back of my fishing cupboard.

Intending to fish the shallow shelf in front of me, I only needed the top three sections of my pole, the top two containing a No 6 elastic. Float was a 2 gram antenna, with the shot bulked 18 inches from the size 16 barbless hook and a No 4 tell tale shot half way between. I plumbed the depth and set the float to fish 2 inches off bottom.

Damping down the strawberry mix to form firm balls, I put four into a metre square area 2 -3 metres out and watched in amazement as the surface in front of me began to fizz with bubbles. Although I had added half a dozen sweet corn to the mix, I started with a double punched 7 mm pellet of bread coated in the strawberry mix and dropped the bait over the bubbles. The float went down, cocked and lifted and I struck into a rudd at half depth.

These were good weight building fish, but after a dozen, or so, decided to switch to the sweet corn. Not a movement, just the occasional lift and bob. I loose fed some more corn over the area, followed by another small ball of feed. More fizzing and a lift and run bite. This time I was playing a better fish, seeing the silver and gold flash from a decent rudd, which danced around the swim before turning on it’s side for the landing net, but a last second fight back, saw it turn and shed the hook. Blow it!

Back on the bread I was not missing many bites, when the float lifted and sank, with the squirming resistance suggesting a tench, which stretched out the elastic with several runs and surface boils, but the hook held in the very tip of it’s nose and I netted my first 2021 tench. Hurray!

That was worth a cup of tea and a sandwich, nowhere near my PB, but a hard fighter on this elastic. Another couple of balls went in and dropped the double punched 7 mm pellet in over the fizzing surface. More rudd picking the bait up from the bottom. No roach today for some reason.

Back on the sweet corn and the same indifferent bites. The float was dithering in and out of the surface, when it went down with conviction and I lifted into a much larger fish, that seem unaware that it was hooked. A friend had witnessed the tench being caught and now began a guessing game as we tried to figure out what I’d hooked. Unseen, it bored deep pulling out elastic, until forced to change direction, once almost successful at reaching the roots beneath my tree. Then a flash of dirty gold, that looked as deep as a bream, before it dived again. We were both beginning to tire, it came close to the net, but was gone again. Let it go round again Ken. Next pass it was in the net.

This was a weird one, a two and a half pound crucian fan tail. I have caught them half this size in another local pond, but first time here. This is an ornamental pond fish, probably liberated, when a garden pond was filled in.

In this image the large fins are clearly visible.

Minutes later and I was in again, as a small common carp made off with the sweet corn, giving a lively fight until popping up for the net.

The rain had been increasing steadily, penetrating the tree cover and the hood over my cap was now sodden and hung on for a break in the weather, but a wall of rain was advancing toward me.

Back on the bread, a slow sink away of the float brought out the elastic, and I was playing another tench. It was strange that most people had caught their tench on meat, or sweet corn, but mine had preferred the strawberry flavoured bread.

I persevered with the bread, but only rudd were now feeding as the rain lashed down.

All the feed had been put in and the bread was getting wet. I was soaked up top, but my seat was dry with my legs covered by my bait apron. It was time to brave the elements.

I rushed around packing up, getting even wetter, but it had been worth the soaking, after an interesting two hours. I had learned a few things and been reminded of others, being rewarded with some quality fish in the process.

I arrived home soaked through, but in time to sit down with a hot cup of tea to watch an exciting game of football, with the young England side knocking Germany out of the European Cup, following a convincing two nil win. Again, Hurray!

 

 

Stick float and bread punch River Cut season opener bonanza

June 23, 2021 at 8:54 am

A month’s rain in a day saw the little River Cut near my home rise three feet with flood water last week, but it was back down to normal levels, when I went for my first session of the new season this week. More rain over the weekend had kept the flow rate up, but decided that a 4 No 4 bodied, ali stemmed stick float was the tool to cope with the shallow swim. The flood had deposited several dead branches into the swim in front of me and I spent ten minutes fishing them out with my 4 metre landing net.

While setting up, I fed a couple of balls of plain white liquidised bread upstream of my swim, one past middle and the other along the opposite bank roots. This swim is the tail of a long left hand bend, with shallows on the inside and up to three feet deep along the far side. With most of the shot under the float, I had 3 No 8 shot spread a foot up from the nine inch hook link to a size 16 barbless hook. This rig is versatile, being able to be fished over depth and held back hard, to being shallowed up and run through with the current.

My first cast over to the far side saw my float drag under and thinking that the float was over depth, lifted to ease the bait off the bottom. The rod bent over with a small chub fighting furiously to lose the hook.

This chub was followed in quick succession by two others, that got bigger with each cast.

Then the roach moved in. Starting on a 5 mm punch of bread, the bites were typical of roach, dips and holds followed by the sinking of the float.

It was a delight to be back using the stick float, matched with the 12 foot lightweight Hardy and an ABU 501 reel. The open faced reel allows the line to run out over the spool controlled by my right index finger, the finger locking the line at the moment of the strike. Any large fish hooked can be given line by just raising the finger to allow line to flow as a buffer. The majority of the fish caught were lightly hooked, needed the landing net, the hook often coming out in the net.

Every half dozen roach, I threw a small ball of the liquidised bread upstream, which was building up a carpet on the bottom, that the roach were gathering over. Easing the float down, I waited for a sign of a bite, a hold, or a dip, then would lock my finger on the spool to stop the float and it would sink, followed by a strike. It worked every time. Often the float would dive, but these were usually small dace, or gudgeon.

The roach just kept coming.

These roach were lined up, I had tried going up to a 6 mm punch, but found that it did not select bigger fish and went back to the 5 mm, getting into a routine, almost fishing by numbers, although some fish were more reluctant to come to the net that others.

These were all clonkers, fighting hard, aided by the strong current, often broaching on the strike.

I had set my finishing time at 3 pm, which gave me four hours of fishing and counting up the punch holes in my bread this related to at least eighty fish, which included chub, dace, gudgeon and of course roach. Despite feeding steadily, I had used about 6 oz of liquidised bread. Total cost 10p.

Despite a couple of dogs retrieving branches for their owners and curious members of the public peering down into the river next to me, this little river continued to provide bites and fish all day.

 

Quality roach and rudd queue up for the bread punch in the rain

June 18, 2021 at 3:23 pm

Heavy overnight rain had given way to sunshine by midday this week and after lunch I took the short journey to my local Jeanes Pond. The aim was to test out a softer setting on my pole elastic, but also try for an elusive tench. Well aware that more rain was due later that afternoon, I was complete with waterproofs just in case the forecasters were correct.

I walked round and set up with a lily bed to my right, mixing up liquidised bread, ground carp pellets and Haiths Spicy Red, adding enough water to form up some firm fast sinking balls of feed, which I put in to form a line along the shelf from the lilies toward my peg. I had plumbed the depth at 4 feet and set the depth of my 2 gram antenna float for the bait to rest on the bottom, with a tell tale No 4 shot nine inches from the hook to indicate bites as a lift of the antenna. Bait was to be a 7 mm punch of bread on a size 16 barbless hook.

Once the balls went in, the surface was full of small fish, despite the rapidly sinking feed. With my pole at 7 metres, I fished along the shelf and initially had to work through a wall of small rudd and roach, the good news being that the addition of another six inches of elastic added at the bung end had worked and was no longer bouncing off fish, as had been the case last week. Soon bubbles were rising from the bottom over the feed and a good rudd was testing the elastic, when it ran out toward the middle.

The roach were getting better too, dropping in over the bubbles settling  the float, before the antenna lifted for the strike.

The next roach, showed signs of a pike attack.

Even a small perch got in on the act, chasing the bread down.

The roach bites were now becoming predictable. After an initial dithering of the antenna, it would lift as the fish picked up the bait, the strike bouncing the pole elastic, then it was a case of lay over the pole and pull it back to remove the top two sections, then bringing the roach to the surface and the net.

Regular pigeon egg sized balls kept the bites coming and my keepnet was beginning to fill.

Decent rudd were now lying in wait for the 7 mm punch of bread, running off back to the middle each time.

It had been spitting with rain for ten minutes, before making up its mind with a proper downpour and I committed to putting on my waterproofs. I dislike fishing under umbrellas and I am not too fond of the restriction of waterproofs either, but needs must, especially when the fish are biting.

I mixed up extra feed, the roach throwing up more bubbles, dropping the float over the top bringing a bite every time. It was impossible to keep the small slices of bread dry for the hook and switched to rolled bread, the rain softening the bait in my tray.

Dry within my waterproof cucoon, I continued netting roach and rudd. At least it was warm.

It was good to see these decent sized rudd again. They were once a reliable feature when fishing at Jeanes Pond and fight all the way to the net.

This was my last fish of the afternoon, a quality bread punch roach. I was disappointed that I had not been able to persuade any tench, crucians, or common carp to feed, but then I’d had a busy afternoon without them.

The rain had stopped. It was time to pack up and head home before my wife sent out a search party. No sooner had I begun to pack away my pole, then down it came again

 

 

 

Roach and rudd galore on the bread punch at Braybrooke

June 8, 2021 at 2:06 pm

A last minute change of plan left me with a few hours free to fish this week, opting for nearby Jeanes Pond at Braybrooke Rec now that the weather has warmed up. Reports of a few tench being caught decided my approach for the session, taking my stiff pole with strong elastic, not so much for the tench, which run to about 4 lb, but to cope with any pike that may take a roach.

As usual the convenience of the bread punch can’t be beaten. There is no need to drive off to the tackle shop for bait, when all you need is sitting ready to thaw in the freezer. Ten seconds for bread slices and 40 for a bag of liquidised bread in the microwave is enough for bait ready to fish with. If I had known the night before that I was fishing, the bag could have been left in the fridge over night to slowly thaw.

To match my pole set up, I used a 3 gram bodied antenna float, bulk shotted to within a foot of the hook and a No 6 tell tale shot 6 inches from it, the rig set for the bait to fish just on the bottom. For ground bait I used 4 ounces of liquidised bread as a base, with about a table spoon each of Haiths Red Spice mix, ground carp pellets and 2 mm Krill pellets. Wetted down, this mix was formed into half a dozen tight balls and spread along the drop off four metres out. The tench here tend to search along the shelf of the drop off and it wasn’t long before bubbles began to rise from the bottom. The idea of the tight balls is to try to avoid the small rudd and roach with the feed sinking straight down, likewise the bulked down float, although lift bites and runaways proved that this was not working too well, although there were some better roach among the tiddlers.

Bubbles were steadily rising and every time that the bait managed to reach the bottom, there was a lift and a slow sink away and another decent roach.

The occasional rudd managed to intercept the bait, holding the body of the float high in the water, then drifting off before I struck. I bounced many of these off due to the lack of give in my pole and elastic.

Another lift, bob, sail away, which I thought was a rudd, turned out to be a tench, carp, or pike. I never saw the fish, just the elastic stretching out, before the hook lost grip. Leaving these bites longer all resulted in a small gorged rudd. Very frustrating. The roach kept coming. They were loving my ground bait, if there were tench down on the bottom, the roach were beating them to the 6 mm pellets of bread punch.

I lost another mystery fish, while I was bouncing off one in three roach. I had already slackened off the elastic, but it was not enough and I assume that the elastic was putting too much pressure on the hook, when the better fish swam off. One of the others fishing nearby, had just caught two tench on the trot and I mixed up some more feed and put it in. Taking a cup of tea and my sandwiches, I walked round for a chat to Kevin to see what he was doing right. A running line waggler rig and maggots on the shelf was his answer, the tench being about 3 lb and a baby of 8 0z. After swapping life stories, I wandered back to my swim and continued catching roach.

Kevin’s brother Trev now came round for a chat and asked about the bread punch and the roach obliged, then I struck into and lost a smaller tench as it fought deep. This pole elastic will need slackening off before I fish again. I had watched another angler opposite fishing a feeder to the edge of a bed of lilies and seen him catch three tench. This was not working. I persevered for another hour, no more mystery fish and plenty of lost roach was enough for one session and I packed up.

The tench rig, that last year had put three tench, a 2 lb crucian and some small common carp in my net, but not today. Lifting my net from the water, I was still surprise by the amount of fish, considering that I had bounced so many off.

 

 

 

Bread punch carp and crucians worth the wait.

May 12, 2021 at 8:32 pm

Following a morning of sunshine and showers, I took a chance of better weather for a few hours on my local pond this week. It’s only a short walk from my home, ideal if time is limited, intending to be on my way back by 6 pm. Travelling light with just the basics, bait was an 8 oz premixed bag of liquidised bread and ground carp pellets, with a slice of Warburtons medium white for the hook.

The surface was alive with small rudd as I wet down my feed, throwing out half a dozen sloppy balls in an area 8 metres out toward the lily bed on my right. With 8 metres of pole and my waggler set to two feet deep and the line to hand from the top two sections, I could cover the line of feed with a 7 mm double punch of bread on a size 16 hook.

The first dozen casts saw the float sail away with small rudd that had formed a barrier close to the surface, rapidly pushing the pole back through the bushes behind to reach the top two, then swinging the rudd to hand. All good exercise on a warm afternoon.

These rudd were all fat with spawn and their fry will provide fodder for the visiting herons and kingfishers to this shallow pond.

For once the float did not zoom away, when a series of bobs of the yellow tip indicated something better. A slow sink was responded to with a sharp upward lift of the pole and the elastic streaked out toward the lilies, until the strain stopped the fish, which churned up black mud, before heading back in the opposite direction. This was my cue to retrieve the pole, passing it back as fast as possible to keep tension on, seeing the red elastic stretching out into the pond. Down to the top two again, I was in control as the unseen fish battled through the mud toward the landing net and lifting it clear.

A very nice crucian carp, my target fish. There were once many common carp of around the two pound mark in this pond, but they are few and far between these days, there being no anti poaching controls in existence on this public water.

For the next half hour I was back to catching rudd again, although they were half the size of those on my previous visit.

The elastic was out again with another powerful fish running off to the lilies. The slow faltering bite belied by the explosion of power once the barbless hook was set.

A smaller crucian followed before the elastic was tested again by another quality fish that fought shy of the landing net, diving under it twice, third time being lucky for me.

Bubbles were now bursting all over the fed area and I varied where I placed the bait, the fish obliging with an eventual sinking of the float.

This barrel shaped crucian was heavy with spawn, but it fought to the last.

An angler on the opposite bank called out “Got another one? You’re catching a fish every three minutes” I wasn’t counting, but they were definitely on the feed now, this tench reaching the lilies before I dragged it back, rolling and diving in one sliding motion all the way to the net.

I stopped for a cup of tea after the tench, its unpredictable fight keeping me busy steering its head out of the roots at my feet and I needed a rest.

There was brief respite, while I waited for the next bite to develope and I was in again as an even fatter crucian ploughed through the bottom mud, creating a washing line of debris. Once again the size 16 barbless hook hung on.

There was no fussy bite from this common carp, the float just vanished and kept going to my right. Reaching the lily bed it turned in toward my bank, rolling under the bushes. Pushing the pole out into the pond, it responded to the pressure and turned back to the centre, the elastic cutting through the surface film at speed. It was now safe, there being no snags apart from the other bed opposite and it was now slowing down, time for me to keep up the pressure, feeding the pole back behind into the bushes. When I detached the top two sections, I thought that I had been too hasty, as this was a cue for the carp to renew the fight, but the 12 – 18 strength elastic did its work and the common was in the net.

I had netted a smaller common and a few big gudgeon, when red finned crucians moved onto the feed. It was now at my cut off time of 6 pm and time to pack up with one more.

As if I didn’t need any encouragement to walk away from a swim that was still producing, the heavens opened without warning, dousing everything in sight, myself rushing round to put the stuff away, then stopping as suddenly as it began. While others sprayed pellets and sweet corn into their swims, good old bread punch did the business for me yet again.

Travelling light has its advantages in that it does not take long to pack up, the last thing to do being to take a pic of the net of fish, a wide mix of species.

As I put away my net, my fellow angler from the opposite side of the pond was already making his way over to my swim. He was welcome to give it a go.

Bread punch finds the roach at Jeanes Pond

April 21, 2021 at 1:37 pm

A full week of sunshine, despite frosty mornings, drew me to Braybrooke recreation ground again this week in the hope of a few tench and crucian carp before the annual May fishing shutdown. Arriving at 2 pm a cold east wind was blowing across the pond and I set up with my back to it, while the sun heated up my front. People say that anglers are half baked and in this instance I definitely was.

There was no sign of surface activity, while the pond had a green algae bloom, which was strange for this time of year, but a ball of liquidised bread over the shelf  into five feet of water induced a positive bite immediately. The No.5 elastic came out of the pole tip as the fish flashed through the mirk and I netted a 4 oz roach.

I had set up a 4 x 16 antenna float to fish a 6mm punch of bread on a size 16 hook, only the top two pole sections needed to fish over the drop off and next cast saw the float bury again with another decent roach.

With the float set just off bottom, the roach kept coming, nothing big, but enough to keep me entertained.

Small rudd were now beginning to intercept the bread on the way down, despite bulking the shot close to the hook.

I decided to make up a heavy mix of  feed, liquidised bread, ground carp pellets and fine fish meal, which had produced a net full of crucian carp from another local pond the week before, putting in three balls four metres out, where there is another two feet of water, in the hope of attracting some better fish.

After twenty minutes, bubbles began bursting on the surface above my new feed area and I added depth to the float, plus three sections to the pole, to place my bait on target. The float settled, a ring radiated out from the antenna before the float slowly sank. I lifted and the elastic came out as a better roach fought back, keeping the tension on as I shipped the pole behind, sliding the fish into the landing net.

The next cast, the float bobbed then sank. Missed it. A tench? In again and the float dithered for minutes, before finally sinking away. The float stayed down with the elastic out, as the unseen fish rushed around. Crucian? Tench, or small carp? I was almost disappointed, when a good clonker roach, flashed beneath the surface, taking my time to tire the fish, ready for the net.

Not the desired species, but welcome none the less, the hook coming out in the net, it having been in the tip of the lip, evidence that the water was probably too cold for tench.

I was on a roll, another good roach came to the net, that heavier feed had done the trick. Then it happened. Having hooked another decent roach, the elastic suddenly stretched away as a pike seized the fish, the float thankfully pinging back, when the hook came out. I put in a couple more balls of feed, but the swim was dead, the shoal had gone.

There was nothing to be had near the bottom and I shallowed up again, coming in closer, taking smaller roach and rudd, scaling down to a 5 mm punch, after dropping a few as I swung them in.

The local middle school had now finished for the day and a large rowdy crowd occupied an area close to me, arguing, shouting and generally showing off to the opposite sex. A football was taken from its owner and booted high in the air into the pond, logs were retrieved from the woods and thrown in. Oh, what fun. I decided that it was time to go, when three lads appeared carrying a ten foot branch. I persuaded them to not throw it into the pond. They left it and wandered off, only to sneak back while I packed up, throwing it in before running off. Note to self, come earlier, or later in the day to avoid a repeat performance.

Maybe it was the pike that had ruined my afternoon, not the antics of the local school kids, after all we were all young once. On the plus side, the bread punch continues to give me consistent results.