Always a sucker for a shot up the crack of Dawn me..
Got my moped by now as push biking with all the gear from Turner Road wasn't fun. Used to knock off at 2.25, scoot off home, pop in the the tackle shop on Barrack Street on the way for a bag of frozen Richworth Strawberry Creme and bish bosh carp in the net. This one off the flats up near the Point
This one from old no 8? Sandbank side of the islands anyway. Used to slot the rests and needles in the holes from last time.
Used to wind the rods in of course whilst looking for fish....
Lobkin became quite a regular and had a knack for the bigger fish too. Only man in the world still using Herons though. Butt ring foams and double clips. Lines taught to the bait like piano strings but fuck when they went............We dreamt of a long chuck to those last bushes, Had a walk round on Lord Lite's 40th and the boys that day were hitting just under the far bank.
Think I must have spent a few hours just watching and photoing Shanus if not Dawn's crack, this is were the barbel used to be most reliably found. But not by me.
Think we spent more time on Alresford around this time when the Canadian Pond Weed in the Match Pit went fecking mental.
Bit more Stour light relief..bottom of the Post Office stretch, featured in a Wilson programme once
Back on Alresford and two likely lads tackling No 24 in two very different ways.
Glen Sibbons in match mode
Dave Lake in storm trooper mode.
I used to get the put-put over to Frating as well. Lord Lite was probably knobbing the slappers from the Tartan House in his Dexy's perm and lip slug whilst I earnestly pondered on Kafka and Kerouac.
My biggest from Frating Bottom pond at 16.08 on strawberry black eyes
Fecking belter from the Snags as well.
Silt Pit, from the gravel washings. It had a deeper channel, usually good for a few livies, if we set Shanus to do it he'd use 10lb line and size 8 hooks.
The Tip Pit was barren and muddy too but had some water and some big fish in it too. A better bet for livies.
And it never hurt to stick one out on a paternoster at the same time...greedy fecker perch is mine, landing hawser line is Shanus's
Belting day out on Ardleigh with Shanus and Mark Duckie Taylor
I still love a rods shot.
Gunton Sawmills is now a £250 a year peas in a pod 20+ commons runs water. Used to be a
cracking roach and bream venue. Pound plus roach on the waggler
This is me and Shanus on a very foggy "jack city" Dedham Mill Pool. I am wearing a tea cosy it seems.
Used to be on the Post Office Committee, mostly to stop Pissflap Penfold trying to ban anything other than 10-3 pegged match fishing. It is amazing how much good fishing water can be had for the price of a couple of bottles of Scotch a year, and not even single malt at that. One year we had a corking day on a hidden bit of water in someone's back garden just behind Ardleigh near the cages and the lunch time finger the secretary car park. I always think it might have been Bobby George's but I am sure it wasn't. Kelvin,the snappily county attired bloke below was a mild mannered chap who must have despaired at us riding rough shod over committee etiquette and rules. We all had about 40lb each of rudd or perch
We had to wait for late winter and then only fish deads on very long paternosterss that year on the Match Pit due to the weed.
Nice view of Frating Top Pond.
Got my moped by now as push biking with all the gear from Turner Road wasn't fun. Used to knock off at 2.25, scoot off home, pop in the the tackle shop on Barrack Street on the way for a bag of frozen Richworth Strawberry Creme and bish bosh carp in the net. This one off the flats up near the Point
This one from old no 8? Sandbank side of the islands anyway. Used to slot the rests and needles in the holes from last time.
Used to wind the rods in of course whilst looking for fish....
Lobkin became quite a regular and had a knack for the bigger fish too. Only man in the world still using Herons though. Butt ring foams and double clips. Lines taught to the bait like piano strings but fuck when they went............We dreamt of a long chuck to those last bushes, Had a walk round on Lord Lite's 40th and the boys that day were hitting just under the far bank.
Think I must have spent a few hours just watching and photoing Shanus if not Dawn's crack, this is were the barbel used to be most reliably found. But not by me.
Think we spent more time on Alresford around this time when the Canadian Pond Weed in the Match Pit went fecking mental.
Bit more Stour light relief..bottom of the Post Office stretch, featured in a Wilson programme once
Back on Alresford and two likely lads tackling No 24 in two very different ways.
Glen Sibbons in match mode
Dave Lake in storm trooper mode.
I used to get the put-put over to Frating as well. Lord Lite was probably knobbing the slappers from the Tartan House in his Dexy's perm and lip slug whilst I earnestly pondered on Kafka and Kerouac.
My biggest from Frating Bottom pond at 16.08 on strawberry black eyes
Fecking belter from the Snags as well.
Silt Pit, from the gravel washings. It had a deeper channel, usually good for a few livies, if we set Shanus to do it he'd use 10lb line and size 8 hooks.
The Tip Pit was barren and muddy too but had some water and some big fish in it too. A better bet for livies.
And it never hurt to stick one out on a paternoster at the same time...greedy fecker perch is mine, landing hawser line is Shanus's
Belting day out on Ardleigh with Shanus and Mark Duckie Taylor
I still love a rods shot.
Gunton Sawmills is now a £250 a year peas in a pod 20+ commons runs water. Used to be a
This is me and Shanus on a very foggy "jack city" Dedham Mill Pool. I am wearing a tea cosy it seems.
Used to be on the Post Office Committee, mostly to stop Pissflap Penfold trying to ban anything other than 10-3 pegged match fishing. It is amazing how much good fishing water can be had for the price of a couple of bottles of Scotch a year, and not even single malt at that. One year we had a corking day on a hidden bit of water in someone's back garden just behind Ardleigh near the cages and the lunch time finger the secretary car park. I always think it might have been Bobby George's but I am sure it wasn't. Kelvin,the snappily county attired bloke below was a mild mannered chap who must have despaired at us riding rough shod over committee etiquette and rules. We all had about 40lb each of rudd or perch
We had to wait for late winter and then only fish deads on very long paternosterss that year on the Match Pit due to the weed.
Nice view of Frating Top Pond.
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