The Strolling Bones
This and That
Friday 26 July 2024
Destination.....Somewhere
Saturday 20 July 2024
Midsummer
I heard this on a podcast last week.
" When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me. It still sometimes happens and they ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife.
They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions.
The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don't ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is.
We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting.
We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. That pure chance could be so generous and so kind, that we could find each in the vastness of space and the immensity of time.
The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.
That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don't think I'll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful. "
Ann Druyan ( Carl Segan's wife )
Take a breath eh ?
I'm sitting in what I call the luxury recliner in the shade right next to the camper.
Its half three on a steaming hot afternoon and a cup of tea and the essential digestive biscuits are by my side.
I'm on the Fens again, on the fringes of that strange area of space, peace and just a little weirdness. It's most certainly not Surrey.
The timing of the trip was unfortunate, it poured down with rain on the days prior to leaving and the land drains were pumping millions of gallons of water in to the river, resulting in tonnes of weed, detritus and suspended silt floating downstream.
That's my excuse for not catching much.
Me and Bully endured a hot and slow day with just a few bream and one decent rudd between us. That made me realise how successful many of the trips have been in last few years.
I don't really buy the " Its enough just to be here" stuff. It's fantastic to be here but much more fantastic when you catch a few.
The previous evening I'd watched a barn owl catch a vole not twenty years from me. It then flew along my bank, getting closer and closer, until it was almost on top of me. It looked me straight in the eye and bolted off over the flood bank. I've never been that close before. Incredible.
That same evening I watched the terns diving for fry, a buzzard lazily whirling on the thermals and an otter that surfaced a few yards from the rods. Sometimes you forget these are once in a lifetime ( or never ) experiences for some people.
Yesterday I sat outside the van until midnight, drinking a cider and feasting on cheese and biscuits, basking in the rare warmth of a beautiful July evening.
OK, sometimes it IS enough just to be there.
Saturday 29 June 2024
Heatwave
Wednesday 26 June 2024
Summer Here - Official
At last. With a hot, sunny forecast I jumped in the camper and headed into the Fens for some more rudd fishing.
Now, as its been horrible weather since October I'm loathe to complain, but 28 degrees C ? Blimey.
Instead of doing he sensible thing and waiting until it cooled down in the evening I had to have a quick go in the afternoon. I was sweating buckets, contending with flies and covered in stinging nettles, but first cast resulted in a corker of 2lb 3oz. Fanfeckingtastic.
Great start, but things petered out and after a big veggie curry I was back in the evening.
The less said the better. Bream, swans and swarms of ravenous mozzies. It was not pleasant.
Next morning I was out on recce along the river on the bike. Covered a fair few miles and found some nice spots. Always worth getting out for a scout about along little lanes and backwaters.
Prepped for the evening session I donned a mozzie mask. It isn't my usual expression, honest. I feel obliged to gurn for the camera.
I tried for a tench on the bottom rod, but was breamed out, hefty fish of 5-7lb, but annoying after the first five or six.
Firing bits of bread in and watching for bigger rudd I pulled in to a good fish and hustled it to the net through the lillies. An old warrior of 2lb 6oz.
I had the England Euro bore fest, match number three, against the mighty Slovenia on the radio at very low level while I fished. Its the way to do it, less painful than having to watch.
Later on I hooked a very big fish that came to the surface and then surged away before the hook pulled. Bastard !
I thought I'd show you the hideous carbuncle of a float I was using, with a starlite so I could actually see the bites with my Mr Magoo eyes.
It works though. Takes three swan shot and casts well.
They continued feeding until well into dusk with several rudd of 1.5 to just under 2lb ending up in the net.
Plenty of fish but if only I'd have landed that big one. Maybe next time.
As I write this, I've just got in from another bike ride in the morning sun, having bagged up on PYO strawberries and golden raspberries and a crusty French stick. Coffee is on and I'm just about to pig out.
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It ain't just about the fishing |
Summer is here. It's light until gone ten, the Euros are on and the Tour De France starts this weekend.
Ave it.
Tuesday 18 June 2024
Deep In The Fens
"As a fisherman, you belong to no one"
Dexter Petley.
I was a grumpy sod over the weekend. We were due to have weekend trip in the camper to a site right in the river, but the forecast was shite so I cancelled.
Sunday I saw that the early part of the week was going to be dry and sunny. Hmm.
What to do ? Sack off work for Monday and Tuesday that's what.
I was the only one at the campsite, total quiet apart from the birds calling, perfect. Kettle on, get the tackle sorted and I'm raring to go.
The river was slightly coloured and flowing harder than normal. Hardly surprising after all the rain.
The fishing was quite hard, nowhere near the amount of surface activity that you'd expect, but there were fish to be had with a bit of effort.
I kept mobile and eventually got two cracking rudd over two pounds, with the best at 2lb 6oz, plus a clonking great bream.
They were hard earned fish, lots of walking, stingers, mozzies, flies and worst of all a big hurd of bullocks, which spent most of the evening staring at me and edging as close as they dared.
The next morning I had a lay in. This is unheard of when I'm in the camper and there's fishing to be had, but Bully was joining me and I decided on a lazy start to the day. Sitting in the sun, radio on, drinking coffee, a very pleasant way to start the day.
We tried a different stretch and had some decent fish. I had an absolutely pristine rudd just over 2lb, several other nice ones and Bully had bream, some nice rudd and lost a tench at the net.
We leant a few things and although they weren't feeding hard, we still had some cracking fish, so a decent start to the season.
I'm coming back for a longer trip next week, all being well.
Friday 31 May 2024
Quest For Asp
I'd lost an asp on the first day and had two other hits, but had so far drawn a blank on this particular target, but Im a hungry, determined fecker and was still confident of success.
We dragged ourselves away from what was a perfect riverside campsite in search of another great spot.
The local tackle shop directed me to a place we could park up and fish close to the van. Very nice spot it was too and after a bit of lunch we gave it an hour with one feeder rod out as a "sleeper" and both of us working lures.
It looked good, but not a touch, so we moved on to an absolutely beautiful place in a huge wetland reserve where we got on the bikes and saw spoonbills, two types of egret, kingfishers, cuckoos and enormous amounts of wildfowl.
After tea I took the lure rod down to the river, carefully avoiding the wild horses and cattle that looked disturbingly like buffalo.
Walking out to the point where the fast water ran over the croy I put on a long casting "asp lure". They generally like creases where the very fastest water disorientates prey fish.
The river was very coloured, probably six inches visibility. I'm glad I don't know enough about asp to know whether that's good or bad. I feared the latter.
Before I'd even tackled up I'd seen two eruptions in exactly the same spot as the bait fish were hit on the surface. I was shaking before I'd even cast out. Alas, nothing. Not a touch.
On went a zander lure and first cast a big fish crashed on to the shad barely two feet from the edge. I still missed it. An enjoyable blank.
You won't be surprised to know I was back the following morning, alternating between asp and zander. Not a touch on the zander lures. I was surprised.
I kept trying in the fast water but nothing. I'd leave it ten minutes then try again but I was drawing a blank. Then, out of nowhere a fish hit the lure inches beneath the surface. A lot of thrashing and at last I'd got an asp.
It was a real litlun of a little over a pound but I was well pleased. I was keener than ever and ten minutes later an obviously much bigger fish hit the lure with ferocity and the water exploded. Several fast sub surface runs but it was soon in the slack water and heading for the net.
A real beauty of, I'm guessing, 5lb plus. I keep saying "I was well chuffed" but,I was well chuffed !
Back at the van for a celebration breakfast and then on to the next place on the other side of the river for a go. Toodle pip.
Thursday 30 May 2024
The Mighty Waal
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