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Three days in the Dales

Monday, 12 July 2021 at 08:53

Wild trout I was three days in the Dales last week. A small flood on 6th July ran off quickly and the fishing thereafter was tough, but careful work with sedges did produce some fish, including this wild trout of 18 inches - about 2┬Żlb., I thought. (The fish was leaner than this image makes it look.) Of the fish I caught and released, a third were wild fish, so that was both promising and reassuring.

Wild flowers of the Dales

Monday, 12 July 2021 at 08:49

Clover As well as fishing I spent a good deal of time finding and photographing wild flowers. Even the commonest wild flowers - clover, ragwort, lady's mantle, lady's bedstraw, cranesbill, campion, harebell, wild thyme - are a delight and of course they provide food for insects. As well as the forms and colours of the plants, the names, too, are a source of fascination...and I may well do some work on those names when I eventually retire. What (if anything) has the harebell got to do with hares, or the cranesbill with cranes?

  Many thanks to Richard Benwell for good company and botanical expertise.

Small but perfectly formed

Monday, 5 July 2021 at 19:57

Little bass Nine inches of pure aggression and a giant in its own world. This tiny bass took a 20g silver and white Toby worked at speed just below the surface of the estuary. I reflected as I slipped it back on the miracle of co-ordination this basslet performed in order to take the lure. It was a strangely indifferent after-work session and I packed up after just a couple of hours; this was the only fish that moved to the lures despite other signs (such as the presence of a seal) auguring well. Still, it was good to be out.

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Friday, 2 July 2021 at 10:35

Chug Bug As so often, the theory was good - a shelving beach, an outgoing tide, and what by Essex estuary standards was remarkably clear water - but the bass were either absent or indifferent. I fished for a couple of hours over the top of the tide and the first of the ebb. There was just the big sky, the water sliding past, and behind my head, skylarks aloft at the edge of the meadow. Some tiny mullet fiddled about in inches of water as the tide ebbed. I changed from a 20g silver Toby to a Chug Bug and worked it winningly (as I thought) over the surface of the estuary. It was so calm that anything within twenty yards of the working lure would have seen or heard it. After a while I got stalled with the game. It may be that this mark is configured so that it needs the cover of night for the bass to feel they have security in such shallow water. So next time: dusk, and a making tide.

  In a saltwater context a single hook picks up less weed than the treble(s) found on the original lure, which is another advantage of re-fitting your lures with in-line singles.

Thought for the day

Wednesday, 30 June 2021 at 09:00

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Time spent in reconnaissance...

Wednesday, 30 June 2021 at 08:09

Bass ground least spares your eyes from yet another hour of being wrecked in front of emails and computer screens. In between spells of detailed and often trying work I've attempted now and then to get out of the house, however briefly, and scope out some bass marks. What I look for are those places which have sufficient structure to hold food - obstacles, dips on shallow beaches, weed-lines, reefs and shingle bars, places where the tide is channelled. I don't necessarily look for deep water. Yesterday, for example, I stumbled across this shingle spit. To its right is a creek where hermit crabs scuttled across the clay and shingle as I approached. Potentially, then, this seems like a good bass mark. Once the current push of work is over, I shall find out.

Undersides: the tope's belly-button

Monday, 28 June 2021 at 08:22

Tope navel Tope spawn in parts of the outer Thames estuary, including the banks where we were fishing yesterday. One of the lads out on Galloper duly caught - and we of course released - two tiny tope. Scott (Belbin) pointed out that female tope give birth to live young (the eggs hatch inside the female's body) and that traces of the umbilical cord can be found on the underside of the juvenile fish - as here (circled), exemplified on a miniature tope which, Scott thought, couldn't have been more than a month old. The tope has a fascinating life cycle; you can read more about it here:

If someone had told me when I was a young angler that one day I'd be photographing a tope's navel I'd have been flabbergasted.

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