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Yucatan: rigged ballyhoo

Friday, 29 September 2017 at 10:01

Rigged ballyhoo For trolling - we were expecting dorado, possibly - we used rigged ballyhoo. Eventually, after a couple of hours of monotony, we switched to bottom fishing, which felt rather ignominious. Four of us stood there in the stern with 20lb-class gear, working a lask of ballyhoo 120 feet down on the edge of the reef. For all the world we could have been standing on Southend pier.

Yucatan: trigger fish

Friday, 29 September 2017 at 09:59

Trigger fish Odd-looking creature but trigger fish must I'm sure find other trigger fish beautiful. This one ran 4-5lb. - it was one of four, all alike - and they pull a bit even on 20lb-class gear.


Saturday, 9 September 2017 at 20:05

Unsettled The Grafham wardens told me they'd been within an ace of calling everyone off the lake, so severe was the lightning. By the time the storm struck Mark and I were safely having tea in the lodge, having missed the worst of the weather by a minute. The conditions clearly had an effect on the fishing. We shared half a dozen between us, best around 2¾lb. Some took wets; two of the better fish took a dry, detached-bodied Daddy. Other fish followed and swirled but with little intent, though one angler reported success on a standard washing-line set-up. Like us, he was fishing areas of clearer water (the lake has been stirred by westerlies over the past few days). Of note, though, was a hatch of sedges that was intensifying at Hill Farm just as we were leaving.

Big Bertha's failure

Monday, 4 September 2017 at 20:14

Dapping rod Hard to keep a straight horizon when you're holding a 15' dapping rod in one hand and clicking a shutter with the other. Yes, it was dapping time. Dapping and the Daddy. My reader will know I've tried for three years to extract trout from Grafham on dry Daddies, and have mostly failed. Today, in a wind that was usually far too light, I tried dapping. Don't think I've dapped for seventeen years, so exhuming Big Bertha - now a battered and unlovely thing, if she'll pardon me - was a novelty. The novelty soon palled. I moved precisely nothing to the dap but did manage to release half a dozen cracking rainbows on the dry fly (a dry Big Red, size 12). Honour, if not angling intelligence, was satisfied and I drove home content. Well, fairly content.


Monday, 4 September 2017 at 20:10

September rainbow They were handsome fish and two of them took so much line we were just short of the backing. Best was around 2¾lb., I thought. The takes varied hugely, from little almost ripple-less nips to larger and decisive swirls. It was some of the most satisfying fishing I've enjoyed this season.

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