An Ijssel Pig

After the success in the morning me and S went for a bike ride in to town for provisions, along cycle lanes through the countryside, where no car shall pass. Loads of people cycling and using the trails.  Not a token effort like in Blighty. Honestly, we should do better.

Passed over several canals with blokes catching bream and tench. It looked the dooh daahs.

Last day here, I was going to relax this evening and anyway rain was forecast.

Never go back straight after a great session, it's bound to be a disappointment 

Then I got twitchy.

Bollocks,  I'll have another go "just to use up the bait" . Total crap of course, I'm just a hungry bastard. 

Six feeder fulls of bait and I cast out three grains of corn. Feeder hits bottom, I put the baitrunner on and it's off immediately !

It felt big

Almost like hooking the bottom but it was moving ! I needed all the strength of the 15lb Big Game but the pressure told and it eventually hit the net. 

A fat pig of a fish, 10lb 15oz of Ijssel barbel. Well chuffed again.

I had another of about 6lb half hour later, plus some clonking roach but it was a bit " After the Lord Major's show" and for once I packed up early and when I got back we sat outside in the gathering darkness drinking wine.

A fine day indeed.

.

Taking No Prisoners

After losing those barbel yesterday it was time to get serious.

This river is wide, ridiculously powerful and full of rocks and snags. If your gear is not up to it you'll soon know, as I found out yesterday.

Today, I was not messing about.

15lb Big Game main line with the same for hooklink, with a size 8 Korum Power hook.

I was up at dawn as per usual, quick cup of tea and on the push bike for the quick five minute ride to the swim, across the soft tracks and dew laden undergrowth. It had that unmistakable late summer feel on this misty morning. 

The river was dropping quickly and I noticed the flow was easing a bit. Still fast but not what it was.

First hour more clonking great silver bream to 2lb 5oz.

I then decided to fish further out into the flow, where a 110 gram claw feeder would just hold. First cast and I'm into a barbel and a good one too. Incredible power in this fast current but with 15lb BG I'm in with a very good chance.

I get it in to the slacker water and it surfaces and goes straight in to the net. 9lb 7oz and I'm well chuffed.

The next couple of hours it was almost a bite a chuck. They were in the faster water for sure.

Ide, more silver bream, roach and bream, all oblivious the the hideously stiff 15lb hooklink and heavy hook. Sweetcorn was what they wanted.

It then went quiet before the tip bounced back and the line was sing sawing as another barbel was on. This time a sleek fish around 6lb.

A small barbel next cast, then a bigger one broke me off over a rock. Bastard !

Put a few feeder fulls of bait out quickly and I'm in to another barbel, I gave it plenty of stick and it eventually rolled over the net and went 9lb 3oz. A real pig of a fish.

I packed up after four hours of practically non stop action, an absolutely brilliant session.

You can't hope to land these fish on normal feeder gear in this river, its just too fast, deep and snaggy and definitely not to be messed with.

On The (Dutch) Road

Camper packed for a trip to Holland. Nowhere specific but in the general direction of the river Ijssel. 

The river was dropping,  but up three metres from last summer ( I kid you not ). It was going through like train.

First few sessions I had a few fish, decent roach, big silver bream and ide, but not what I expected. Oh, and everywhere I tried seemed to be a snag pit. I hate losing gear. Its the inconvenience more than cost.

Something wasn't quite right, or thats how it seemed.

We moved twenty miles downstream, which resulted in a decent catch , with lots of ide to 3lb and other bits and pieces. A quick go on the canal resulted in the most lethargic bream I've ever caught. Decent size but I quickly gave up after catching more than enough.

Another move and one evening I fished a lovely bit of steady water, resulting in a small barbel and more big silver bream. But I wasn't really getting stuck in to them.

I put out a second rod ( a totally unsuitable spinning rod with braid ) and cast it downstream in to some very deep , but very fast water. Ten minutes later I just avoided losing the rod as something unseen tore off downstream bending my Kamasan B953 straight out.

On with a thicker gauge hook but stupidly I kept the same .21 diameter, approx 6lb line. Idiot.

You know what happens now.

Once again rod is whacked over. Something big is hooked on a light spinning rod and braid in twenty feet of fast flowing ultra snaggy, rock filled water. I had it on for ten or fifteen minutes, unable to do anything with it but hang on. It eventually snapped me off over a rock.

Lost due to incompetence.

No matter. I'd come back with more suitable gear next time.

Shortening The Odds

Massive lake, not fished much, new area to try. What do you do ? Pre bait, that's what.

Night before I put in seven or eight kg of mixed seed. Took me forty five minutes to get it out.

Next morning, arrived shortly after dawn and expected to see lots of fish rolling over the bait, but it was strangely quiet. Well, it appeared that way at first.

Not to worry, after half hour the tip went round and a clonking bream clogged up my net with snot. The first of quite a few.

I can't say it was manic but it was steady and I ended up with eighteen bream, most 5-7lb, two hybrids and a decent roach. If I had a keepnet it would of been full.

It all happened fairly quickly and I was home by midday for egg, bacon, sausage and the full works. Most excellent. 

A damn fine morning all told.

Back For More

Hungry for more barbel, it was back the Trent for a few days with Bully, who was keen to break his duck.

First stop was at the excellent Tackle Dynamic, to stock up on feeders and bait. Top bloke who runs it, good prices and Louis is very helpful and knowledgeable.

Evening we took the easy option and fished fifty yards from the camper. Bloody lovely. 

It was a bit slow but I had some decent roach and an eight pound plus barbel to get off the mark. That'll do.

Next day, more of the same. Quality roach, eight good bream to 7lb and two barbel to 10lb 6oz, a cracking day.

Plenty of bait seems to be the key. I probably used five or 6kg of seed, pellets and corn.

Best period seems to be the first two hours of the ebb, although you can catch at all states of the tide.

Bully had a cracking roach around the pound mark but couldn't get a barbel.

We tried a new stretch on the following day and we were told you could drive along a track to your peg. The track was soft, muddy and slippery but once committed you couldn't turn round until the end, which was about two miles ! It was a real trouser filler.

We both had hybrids and big silver bream, the best going 1lb 11oz. The thought of driving back along the track in the dark was too much, so we packed up early, negotiated the track and went back to the campsite.

Bully decided to try in my swim on the final evening and I went in his.

Thirty droppers of bait went in immediately and a couple of minutes after the barrage I cast the feeder out, baited with a single small pellet.

Literally seconds later the rod whacked over as a decent barbel surged off downstream. 

9lb 11 oz and in immaculate condition. A great start. 

Next cast, same again, the rod sprang back and I was in again. This time exactly 10lb. 

Another bait dropper bombardment and the feeder was cast back in and same again, this time 8lb 12 oz.

Three fish in three casts and I decided to pack up and sit with Bully, who was biteless.

A superb home made curry and dry white wine were enjoyed on the bank. How very civilised.

Bully started to have a few bites and landed one, a decent bream of four pounds or so.

Dusk was approaching and we sat there waiting for "the" chance. The rod whacked over and Bully was in. Not for long though, the line parted. I was more gutted than him I think.

He had another chance but again it was not to be.

You've got to use robust gear for these fish, they take no prisoners.

A great trip again.

Take No Chances

We decided to try a stretch that had been recommended to us by several people. 

We parked up. I grabbed my gear and was ready to go. Bully was faffing about and told me to stop hassling him and he'd meet me on the bank.

Half hour later no sign of him. An hour went by. I rang him. 

"I loaded up my barrow with all my gear and walked off until I realised there were stiles to get over. I'm at the car sorting out my gear into a bag now"

Two hours later I ring him and he's at the nearest peg to the car park. "Not walking any further. When I finally put my chair down the back legs collapsed and I went arse over head". Oh dear.

The fishing ? Crap. Small roach and dace. We packed up, went back to campsite and had a big meal and a beer. It was only late afternoon so plenty of time for an evening session, less than a minute walk from the camper.

We went back to the same swims we fished the evening before.

I started off with a dozen big droppers of maggots, seed and pellet and then fished over the top with a big feeder. Simple stuff.

Nothing for two hours. A rat was shuffling about near my bag, so I got up and walked two paces to shoo it off. Then I heard the reel scream, I turned round to see the rod horizontal, the second ring luckily jammed in the rod rest, which was about to collapse. 

I grabbed the rod and an obviously decent barbel was on, it put up a long and vigorous fight before it was drawn over the net. Another of eight and a half pounds.

Next cast another eight pounder, then an absolute beauty of 10lb 4oz. Fantastic.

Bully unfortunately missed out again.

Last day and we had a recce of a nice bit of river, farted about drinking coffee and sorted the gear ready for another go in the evening on the campsite stretch.

I offered Bully "my" swim. He accepted. I, of course, reminded him that if he blanked there and I caught in his swim I'd never let him forget it.

We were talking about hook lengths. Were they put off by thick line ? I really don't think they are. Bully offered some 10lb ESP Ghost fluoro. 

"Have you used it before ?"

"No" he said.

I decided to stick with 15lb green Big Game. Thick and as tough as old boots.

An hour after starting the tip went round and yet another eight pounder was in the net. Then another an hour later of the same size.

Bully rang. "I've just lost one" he said. "The hooklink broke before I even struck".

ESP Ghost. Give it a wide berth if I were you.

I packed up just after dusk having added a couple of nice roach and a hybrid to the tally and went and sat with Bully until midnight.

It was absolutely still and silent, a lovely night, but it was not to be. He blanked and will forever have to take da shame of failing to catch in "my" swim

Bloody brilliant three days fishing and of course we can't wait to give it another go.

The Mighty Trent

The camper was fully stocked with bait, tackle, food and drink. I was off with Bully on another trip, this time to the Trent.

I spent the morning going through the van and organising the gear in to some kind of order. Buried beneath about fifteen rods and tackle I found an LRF rod I thought I'd sold years ago ! Bonus, I suppose.

After much searching I even found a couple of bait droppers, one made from a tuna tin about twenty years ago. You can get about quarter of a pint of bait down in one hit, its a beast.

Arriving at the campsite, the first thing we did was walk over the flood bank to have a look at the river. Of course, we had to have a go straight away.

Lead on, cast out and I counted down, oooh, about two seconds maximum. Bit of a surprise. I tried all the way along and it was really shallow in every peg. Not necessarily a problem but not what I expected.

After two hours fishing I was biteless and that on maggots. Not good. I was fishing like a plonker too. Every new venue this happens in first few hours. I can't help myself. 

Loads of tangles, couldn't get comfortable, covered in mud, then it starts thundering and lightning. Brilliant.

When it stopped I re appraised the situation. I'd been  putting maggots and seed out in the feeder on the same spot for two hours. I couldn't believe there were no fish there. Got to be worth continuing to keep the feed going in.

Next cast a fish, a nice dace.

I was pleased with anything at this stage. Next cast a pound plus perch, then another. 

I was getting bites on and off, missing more than I was hitting. Bully was a few pegs down and had just one skimmer, but came up to me saying he just been broken up. Good news, in a way.

With that I started introducing pellet and corn in the feeder then went bank to the camper for a bit of tea.

On my return I changed to stronger line and slightly bigger hook baited with a single pellet.

As soon as the feeder hit the the bottom I started getting line bites and a minute later the tip dropped back and a decent roach was in the net.

The next bite was definitely not a roach. The fourteen footer hooped over as a barbel powered off downstream. It felt a decent one and was, at 8lb 8oz.

Bites continued with another good roach, then another barbel of similar size. I rested the barbel in the net, re cast, then went to release the fish. Before I could so the rod pulled round another fish was on. Blimey.

Obviously plenty of fish in the swim by this stage and as Bully came round for a chat the rod went over again and a slightly smaller barbel was the result.

After a poor start it turned out a really good session.

Four barbel with two over 8.5lb, two perch over the pound, two decent roach plus dace and small chub. That's a good start from a new venue you know nothing about, especially when you spend the first half fishing like a total bell end.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.