Thursday, 25 April 2013

Time for bites - Kingfisher Pool

I met a chap outside Lane's in Coventry some weeks ago who was a reader of my blog and he told me about Kingfisher Pool -  in Warwick. The pool was designed for local children to fish in safe surroundings, holding most fish but I was told bites were rarely at a premium, just what was required at the minute!
Josh was looking to get back in the saddle after a dire winter that had seen his fishing gear remain in the garage (who can blame him) so he was fishing with his 4M whip with maggot on the hook. I had a rod with me too but I wanted to get Josh up and running first and that is what he definitely did by catching from the off, small Roach, Rudd & Perch. It was just as he returned one of the Rudd that took a few seconds to steady itself before swimming off then a second or two later we noticed a large swirl on the surface, straight away I thought that a nice Perch had just capitalised on the dozy Rudd and I cursed myself for leaving my lobworms in the garage. I did however have casters and I know that Perch love casters so as I set up a pole rig on my float rod I kept dripping caster in over the area where the Rudd massacre took place.
Josh then took two fish in a row that were on his list of 'species to catch' a Dace and a Gudgeon, how the hell it has taken him over 5 years to nail a gonk I don't know but he has finally got one and he was happy!

First Dace
First Gobio
My first 2 fish were Roach/Bream hybrids then I hit into something fairly substantial and after a fairly lengthy scrap on 2lb bottom and 18's hook I landed a Tench of about 3lb, first of the season.


Josh was now asking why I was catching bigger fish, I don't know I said but if you keep feeding your line they will come, he then handed me his whip to untangle the rig, it was whilst I was doing that my float went so I hit it and passed Josh the rod, again it looked a decent fish and after a short ruck one of the Rudd murderer's was in the net, I didn't have scales but it was at least a pound and a half, Josh had his big fish.

All in all we probably had 40 fish between us and missed a lot lot more so the itch was scratched.............for now anyway.

Monday, 22 April 2013

Behind the times

Even though we are fast approaching May it seems that the inhabitants of a lot of stillwater's are still not springing into spring. My last 2 sessions, for Perch and Tench respectively have not produced a fish or many bites, knocks, taps or anything else in the way of fishy indications.
I packed the Perch gear away after my last session presuming that they would be heading to or already on their spawning grounds but a report from a fishing buddy this past weekend tells me otherwise as he was catching average sized Perch that were still full of spawn.
I had my first session for Tench yesterday and didn't receive any sign of life in 7 hours of fishing, a similar tale for the other anglers on the venue so at least I am not alone.....
I actually had a gang of Pike in the margins yesterday looking like they were thinking about spawning, at the end of April!
Things can only get better.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

A cool cut Perch

As most of you will know the weather hasn't been too kind to us anglers of late, I finished the river season fishing a cold Severn that was holding onto it's scaley piscatorial inhabitants with a pretty tightly clenched fist.
So the rivers were shut, I gave it a week before I even went through my gear from that last mud encrusted blank and it was the Tench that were the species I was was gearing up to hit next, the weather had other ideas though and for the last four weeks the Tench gear has collected dust in my garage.....
Usually I would be out fishing throughout whatever the big man upstairs throws at us  weather wise but these last few weeks have been different,  constant biting easterlies mixed with snow, sleet and whatever else feels the need to hit us, my enthusiasm was at an all time low.....
This low was kicked into touch in the strangest of places, my hairdressers! My hairdresser fishes and whilst we chewed our usual piscatorial fat he dropped a sentence with the words containing 'New water with Big Perch'. I immediately checked the fishery details as he continued to cut my barnet and was already planning tomorrow's session with renewed optimism, within the hour I had been to the tackle shop for some maggots and the gear was in the garage ready to go at first light.

I arrived at the fishery at about 6.45am and I was greeted with a bitter NE wind, the fact that the fishery was quite exposed didn't help matters so it was on with the layers before I wandered round the pool to see what I fancied. I chose to fish the peg with two float rods, one close in next to the marginal reeds into 4 foot of water and the second further out in deeper water at around 8 feet, lobworm and prawn were the bait with red maggot to spray over the top. I was fishing by about 7am and the day was passing fairly uneventfully when at 12.30 I had a sharp dip on the prawn rod on the inside but that was it, a solitary dip. I knew that I had to be off by 2.15 as the kids were going away for the week and I wanted to see them off so time was running out.......
I stepped up the maggot feed a touch, less maggot but more often to try and keep a steady stream of bait dropping through the water, chopped prawns and lob's were also stepped up and I started to twitch the lob rod on a regular basis and I think Perch cannot resist a lob that they think is escaping them!
Then at 1.15 the lob rod float dipped ever so slightly, to the untrained eye nothing happened but I knew it had dipped, it then dipped again but this time it wasn't stopping so the first strike of the day was made and a good fish was felt pulling back. At first I thought I had hooked one of the semi-dormant Carp that inhabit the lake as the fish's initial run was quite strong but then I felt the odd tell tale head shake transmitting back up the line and through the curved carbon rod I was holding that made me think Perch, I then saw the fish for the first time boil just beneath the surface and a Perch it was and a good one too, where is that bloody net! The strong side wind made netting the fish not quite as perfect as I would have liked but in she went and straight away I knew that she was a good 3lb fish, a hen fish as the pictures clearly show. The hook was well back in the fishes mouth but dropped out as soon as the forceps touched it and onto the scales she went, 3lb 9oz and a great fish and not bad for a first visit to the fishery.

The rod was cast straight back to the spot to try and nail another shoal member but that was the last action of the day for me, not that I am complaining!