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Post by zathras on Sept 9, 2014 18:31:56 GMT
We used to own a caravan at Sibsey so I know the Boston drains very well - at one time the West Fen was great until Anglian Water destroyed it (especially the bit near the golf course).Every week the Trader, West Fen, Maud Foster and Hobhole were matched up one end to the other - now it's a few pleasure anglers, the odd small club (rare) and 'knock-ups'. The Bleak and Gudgeon on the Trent were hoovered up by what turned into some very big Chub. Though I agree their disappearance together with the other small fish is very strange, I wonder if it has something to do with the too clean rivers we now have?
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sonbert
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Post by sonbert on Sept 10, 2014 14:03:25 GMT
One thing that always makes me laugh, when I think of fishing when I was a kid. My dear old mum, used to go shopping in the middle of York every Thursday. I was at school so I asked her to pop into Hooks and tackle shop in the middle of York to get me one of those old fashioned Bob floats that I used for Perch fishing on my local brick pond. When I got in from school, she presented me with a nice new porcupine quill float and said it cost less than a Bob!!
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Post by crofton blade on Sept 10, 2014 14:55:42 GMT
My mum and dad bought me a "fishing hat"- a green floppy hat, the sort Chris Yates would wear. I hated it and for a quiet life Id put it on to leave the house then take it off as soon as I was round the corner.
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Post by suggsy on Sept 10, 2014 16:12:57 GMT
Had a thing for maggot bags me ..don't ask why but must have had twenty ..there was just somet about getting a pint in a new bag ??
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Post by mickthetroll2 on Sept 10, 2014 17:44:35 GMT
Gawd,
Can remember cycling 5 miles to Sandwath lake in the dark when i was around 11 to be set up for dawn for the tench, then roach and perch fishing until dinnertime when Paddy the baliff would give me some coins and i had to cycle to the pub to buy him his daily bottle of whisky..
Tommy Ruffe blank saving fish when i used to fish the yorkshire and leeds winter leagues on the ouse in the early 90s fishing the ouse in spate used to be a challenge, and even remember fishing a five hour match when the temp never got over -5 degrees, fishing the sliding stick and working my swim really well for 7 lb of roach only for a bloke called Jim Jordan to catch 2 chub in the last half hour to beat me by 4 oz... from the next peg.. i'm sure he used to carry them in his box a la crofton blade and his pet slimy things..
Mick
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Post by suggsy on Sept 10, 2014 17:53:40 GMT
Jim Jordon ..think that's him with tackle shop in bkroughbridge ..
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Post by zathras on Sept 10, 2014 18:44:59 GMT
Whatever happened to Eels, we used to catch loads down in Lincs. every time we went. I know most will turn their noses up but the number of days (and matches) they saved me from a blank - and won me copper in the process!!!! Apparently there has been overfishing to sate the foreign markets but there must be a few getting through, I miss the fight of a good Eel and holding my landing net behind it and letting it reverse in, usually at speed!
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Post by thymallophile on Sept 11, 2014 14:21:29 GMT
What about the Derwent in the 60s and 70s when the weir pool at Stamford Bridge was stuffed with chub, dace, pike, barbel even the occasional trout and grayling. The water was clear, flowing over gravel with good weed growth to shelter fish. In the so-called closed season between March and June you would see anglers 'fishing for trout' knocking hell out of the chub which had come to spawn in the faster water. I saw bags of 30-40 chub, some in the 4-5 lbs category. The weir was always good for pike and barbel, not to mention the lampreys and the odd salmon.
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Post by crofton blade on Sept 11, 2014 14:49:05 GMT
My auntie lived at Stamford Bridge so we used to go there for "holidays". Used to love it though never caught much till we went back in the eighties when I knew what I was doing. I remember the pool below the Corn Mill bring full of lampreys and pike. I caught my first ever chub there at the back if the Swordsman. And you could catch tommy ruffe there too. Its so different there these days after the flood work theyve done.
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Post by crofton blade on Sept 11, 2014 15:02:54 GMT
And what about bronze maggots? A must have for a day on the Trent. They were dyed with the now banned chrysodine dye and turned your hands orange. On mondays we'd be hiding our hands under the desk at school so the teachers didn't sed them
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Post by BOF on Sept 11, 2014 15:15:32 GMT
I remember the odd trip to Stamford Bridge in the back of an old Commer bus and drowning maggots all day, whilst swearing blind that the place held no fish above Minnows. It was only when I got to chat with Uncle Walter at lunchtime that I was told in no uncertain terms that my float and shotting pattern while being good for stillwater was useless in any sort of flow. In the afternoon I was rigged up with a Crow quill Avon that held almost all the shot I had, and then wasn't fully dotted down. But the thing kept catching on the bottom or so I thought as it would dip and flick to the side from time to time. Of course eventually in irritation I struck at one of these and to my surprise I hooked what turned out to be the first of several Gudgeon. I was over the moon with my catch, right up to point when a huge (to me at least) Barbel rolled right in front of me, a little below where I had been patiently, but inaccurately introducing my Maggots. Of course in hindsight I now realise that I had been chucking my loose feed far to far down in that flow. But you live and learn, and soon I was adventuring away from Roundhay Park to the delights of Tadcaster, and Wetherby to find flowing water. BOF
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Post by Phil Rogers on Sept 11, 2014 20:06:47 GMT
I once watched an old guy who'd waded out into the weir pool at Stamford catch a chub virtually every cast on stick float and maggot - a true master of his art
That type of angler is few and far between these days. I tried in my youth to master the art of trotting the stick but never succeeded to any degree - probably using a fixed spool didn't help and it was a lot easier (and a great deal less skilful) to sit and watch a quiver tip
I had a red letter day on one occasion at the back of the Swordsman and caught about a dozen barbel - spent the next dozen sessions trying to repeat the experience with no success
The Derwent truly was (and hopefully) still is the most beautiful of the yorkshire rivers - but is probably the most difficult to come to terms with
One of my angling heroes of the last century was Brian Morland who owned the rights to an exclusive stretch on the Ure and it was some relief to read an article by him about the Derwent and how difficult it could be to catch consistently.
Kevin Clifford caught double figure barbel a little downstream from Stamford back in the seventies and a few anglers fish private stretches these days with great success in the Howsham area. But the Derwent was, and probably still is, the most enigmatic of Yorkshire rivers
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Post by mickthetroll2 on Sept 11, 2014 20:58:50 GMT
Slightly off topic..but mention of the swordsman brought this to memory, About 8 - 10 yrs ago went in there with a friend, bought 2 pints of sam smiths, handed over a fiver, took my change and beers to the table , looked at my change and found it totaled around £3.. went back to the bar and informed the barmaid that she had only charged me for one pint not 2.. She was right.. i was wrong.. some sort of sam smiths social arrangement.. More on topic, did a few evening sessions above Stamford with a lad i used to play pool with called Dave Mason, apparently a bit of a derwent barbel god, caught naff all, but it was at a time there was supposed to be a four legged beast wandering around that area.. never got a bite off that either.. Mick
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Post by sonbert on Sept 12, 2014 13:12:11 GMT
When I was a nipper I used to fish Chapmans pond in York, now called the new penny pond. The place was full of perch and I was quite happy catching those all day. One day I was sat fishing and there was a man about 2 holes down, pulling in Tench after Tench, so I went and sat and watched him. He was using breadflake, all new to me I was a worm man lol, he showed me how to put the flake on my hook, and set me up for tench fishing. First cast I got one, only about 2lb but a monster to me. After that after getting more tips from this fella I was there at dawn every morning through the school holidays, pinched my mums old spong mincer and made my own groundbait. That pond was full of tench. I also watched him slider fishing in the middle one day for roach using caster, he showed me how to do that and I soon was getting pound roach instead of those couple of ounce ones. Unfortunatly the pond went upside down with the green algae, although it was re-stocked with carp, tench etc, it has never been the same as those halcyon days of my childhood
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Post by crofton blade on Sept 12, 2014 16:30:24 GMT
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Post by zathras on Sept 12, 2014 16:34:19 GMT
Two photos - and no knobbly knees!
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Post by suggsy on Sept 12, 2014 17:03:54 GMT
Cracking pictures pal ..my old man made me a album of all our family fishing pics but ex wife burn it will rest of my stuff ...my old man even wrote a book ...never published it cos he was always embarrassed about it I think ..when he died my eldest brother had a publisher knock a couple of copies together for family ...GRANDADS DACE......a story of a fishing family and a long suffering wife ..
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Post by crofton blade on Sept 19, 2014 16:19:52 GMT
Been digging through the old photos again and found these few little memories, Here's a shot of my entire set of tackle in the early seventies. Check out that wicker basket and the wooden float box- a must for all budding matchmen in those days. On the far left is my first ever pole, a Lec or Lerc telescopic 6 metre pole- it weighed an absolute ton and could hardly be held at the full 6M. And I can see my old faithful Abu 506 which I still use on the rivers today, so it must be 45+ years old now. This must have been my first proper specimen- a 1lb 12oz trout taken first cast from Matlock on the Derbyshire Derwent. Check out that hair cut! Here's my mate Terry Moroz who went on to be a very successful match angler, winning the Angling Times Championship on the Trent whilst fishing for Trentmen of Nottm. I think he fishes for Worksop these days. He's using his first ever pole- a Garbolino- no elastic in those days, you either tied the rig on to a pole crook or else on to a piece of thick line whipped to the pole top. I think the weight of his pole made him have to lean forward on his basket- it looks ready to collapse! And finally here's me trotting my way to a match win on the Great Ouse at Huntingdon in 1974. I've just chucked that parka and bob hat away.
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Post by suggsy on Sept 19, 2014 16:32:38 GMT
Cracking pics them bud ..and I knew liam Gallagher wasn't the first to have that hairstyle ..seriously though ..great pics ...
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Post by guvnor on Nov 5, 2014 16:06:33 GMT
remember fishing rounday park with gazmc, used to get 2 buses, one from wortley into town the out to the clock as oakwood, then walk with all your gear down to the lake side, out came the bubble float, the trout used to mental. the place used to be heaving, could never get around to the oaks , it was always too busy. we even watched a world angling cup held there, sat behind Kim Milson (i think), he was fishing on the road bank, we could see straight down the feeder rod he was using, we never saw it twitch, he was landing fish after fish.
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Post by guvnor on Nov 5, 2014 16:08:04 GMT
When was the international match at roundhay? Was it about 20 years ago?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 6:31:11 GMT
When was the international match at roundhay? Was it about 20 years ago? more like 30 mate lol
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Post by guvnor on Nov 6, 2014 8:44:39 GMT
Ha, I'm sure there was one around 20 years ago too, I remember new platform pegs been built opp the oaks, also went round with the weigh in helpin put fish back, remember a monster bream weighing 8lb plus as I put it back in, that was caught just after the oaks ware that kids remorial is, I found 20 benson cigs aswell, sold em at school! Lol, the day after the match me and my grandad went up with a trolley an took kilos an kilos of ground bait wat anglers ad left piled up on the bank! We ad it for months lol! It stank the shed out! Never forget that smell! Also remember loads of fish dying after that match! Any idea wat weight one any of these matches?
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Post by floatfish on Nov 6, 2014 21:19:37 GMT
In the late 50's and 60's we fished the Derwent Stamford Bridge ,Howsham Wood, Kirkham Abbey, Huttons Ambo, Yedingham. plenty of small silvers at Howsham and Kirkham stretches. Was shown how to catch decent sized Chub etc with large pieces of Bread , Kirkham and Howsham Weirs were very good in those days. One man was seen by us on a regular basis just below the road bridge at Howsham fishing with Bread usually had a decent fish on. Was known to catch some very decent Trout with the same bait He also got broke a time or two.This was in the days well before Bradford No 1 took on Howsham. Huttons Ambo was hard work, Tommy Roughs and Gudgeon were the only fish we caught on a regular basis. Yedingham was trout and Grayling.All the gear was of the day,wicker basket rods of various vintage , tank Ariel to early cheap cane roach rods. What we could afford .
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Post by zathras on Nov 7, 2014 10:56:10 GMT
Ahhh, how I remember 'Basket Bum' - those were the days! I think I still have the pattern imprinted !!!! My first 'bought' rod was 12', two sections of cane and a fibreglass top section, but it got me on the bank and quite a few fish. Later,I decided I needed a leger/swingtip rod (no quivertips then!)and I saved up and bought a two piece 10' blank which turned out to be a fly rod blank, and built it myself. I still have it and occasionally it sees the light of day. Money was always tight, a guy we used to go to school with (a couple of years older) taught my Mate and I how to tie hooks - eventually down to 26's.
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Post by crofton blade on Nov 7, 2014 12:49:14 GMT
I've not been able to even see 26s for some years! Can't believe I used to tie hooks that small, and without a hooktyer. My first rod was a 6 foot solid glass effort which I only chucked last year. I "upgraded" to a 3 section 9 foot rod, again solid glass and white coloured! My next one was a 12 foot Daiwa float rod which was hollow fibre glass- that one went in the wheel spokes of my bike, sending me over the handlebars. I started out with a wooden box- it was a toolbox in a previous life. My brolly was one of my Mum's rejects, I remember holding the brolly with one hand and holding the rod in the other. I believe I still have my original small wicker basket in the loft- my lad used it when he was a youngster- he used to go round the bank with the basket round his neck shouting "Hot Pies!" (he'd seen something similar at Bramall Lane football matches). Now that was embarrassing. Can't believe how everything was done on a next to nothing budget in those days including catching service buses to the fishing spots, or walking there if it was less than a couple of miles away (no car. Then you see posts where people are spending 2 grand on a new pole.....(my first pole cost me a quid, from a mate!)
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Post by jessthefish on Nov 7, 2014 15:23:43 GMT
anybody please got photos of rounday park when it was drained
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Post by zathras on Nov 7, 2014 15:29:26 GMT
That's cheating - use a plummet!
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Post by suggsy on Nov 7, 2014 16:03:16 GMT
I've got a PIC of Bruce springsteen at roundhay park on born in USA tour if that's any good
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Post by jessthefish on Nov 7, 2014 16:15:52 GMT
put it on then was there as well
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