#12 Last days

I am not sure when it starts but it definitely finishes March the 14th  1991 with my last fish caught whilst domiciled in Devil Dog Land. Here goes then:

Slim autumn double from the Match Pit, during our waggler phase. Poly ball all the way now.

I have a black hat on my chub head. Bottom fish quite recognisable due to it's deformity

Stour, somewhere. Suffolk bank. Something defining about a border marker.

Standard fare. Dependable old chevin..

Snow caught Colne chub, on worm over red maggot..Sheepen Road stretch

Another Match Pit fish.

Mach pit dawn and dusk

Day out with Lobkin. I can remember it was freezing cold and he stood in dog shit. Some way up the Stour so a nice long journey back through a gridlocked Colchester.

Came late to fishing above Severn  Arches on the Colne. Stunning scenery looking back. One of Lord Lite's fave after dark winter venues after cold, clear days.

I was in my regal phase  at this point, As Lord Lite had it recently, from mohican to old boy countryman's hat. I do remember that day the smell of someone's line fresh laundry being put out from that farm. Still use that ET Tube today

Just got  a new flash gun and I was gonna use it ...

Stour fish.

Must be soaking up that classic Match Pit view thinking about the move up to North Norfolk...

Chosen spot for my last hurrah. Colchester North Station far right. Which I never have been.

You'ld think that the first post Devil Dog Land albums would be stuffed full of prime Wensum chub.......

#11 Army Surplus

Up to Old Skool 6  now so must be around 1990. Clearly did a lot of chub fishing. Pleased with this as a first page of an album, and obviously printed by someone who took some time. In those days chaps we had to wait about a week to get the prints back, longer for slides. You never knew what you were going to get.

The Colne, Sheepen Road. Must have traded up from the Avon scales to some Waymasters. Why are scales plural?

Came across a huge shoal of roach from the tree right back up the straight. Me and two other chap of the angle  were just mesmerised. Many, many yards in length. Colchester North Station on the brow of the hill used to have the longest continual platform in Europe,. A three station town (inc St. Botolphs and The Hythe)

Mostly on the meat. Loved my Lafuma low chair. Till my arse got too fat

Did fish else where. This being Nayland top stretch on the Stour. A broke back chuurb

And another form that swim.

On to Frating Bottom pond..

Messers Guzzagog and Sibbons match fishing

I presume Glen did fart?

For a while the dam was the spot to fish, very close in over hemp. Maintaining the meat theme. Nice evening mixed bag. Leather a good double. On the Hutchie 12  foot 1.75tc rods.

 Fishing close did mean fishing very close.

A very pretty Frating fish and obviously my Army Surplus phase.

Did lots of quick morning sessions before (Nursing) college as well. Always got stuck at the bottom of Clingoe Hill.  Seems my bois  have lifted some of these dawn shots for their avatars/home pages...can't beat the smell of a summer dawn.

Two little morning scamps

Yes, deffo Army Surplus.

Float fishing again, this time on the Match Pit. 1.02 and pic taken by Dave Lake

Alresford, bottom fish from Sandbank

And lastly some Colne fish from a little higher up Remembrance Avenue.

Flake on the Menu? The pike certainly was on flake as well. Had been trying for some decent roach undr  abridge  but chevin and esox muscled in.

Only one more Essex album to go before our decamp to God's County.