Shoreham Bridge

Situated near the mouth of the river Adur in West Sussex. The old bridge crossing the river was built in the 18th century and became a great addition to the history and colour of the area. Time and weather had taken its toll on the bridge and a Community Trust was set up in 2001.  After restoration it was officially re-opened on 23rd October 2008 by the Duke of York

 Looking up at the bridge from the airport (western side)

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View downstream

 Shoreham harbour

 I crossed the bridge many times and was always keen to see if the tide was running in or out. For me this was of great importance, as I needed to make my plans for fishing. Others would stand and watch the flow, swans drifting with the current or wooden planks and logs going down with the tide and perhaps back again as the tide came in. Sometimes we would sit on the grass banks and look on with envy at the adults as they prepared their boats for a fishing trip. When the tide went out there were the mudflats to see and collect some bait.  Mud is such glorious stuff, designed for the express purpose of covering young children’s clothes and for sliding and getting generally very mucky. When the mud dried on your clothes you could crack it off and try to remove the stain that remained. The mud also had a distinctive smell which reminded you of the sea that was so very close. The water would flow toward the sea and cause whirlpools when it passed over a rock or obstacle and past a post. Gradually the boats would sink down and settle on the mud. The birds would arrive and wait by the waters edge until the mud flats became exposed then they would dash forward to catch worms or any bugs which had delayed departure. Cars passing in the distance were forgotten and we thought only of how the water moved and the fish we might expect to catch. Dreams would be disturbed by the sound of a small plane as it passed overhead to Shoreham airport and we would turn and watch the landing, then back to the mesmerising flow.  In the distance you can see Shoreham, a wonderful place to explore on foot. If you would like to know more of the bridge then have a look at the council site below. http://www.adur.gov.uk/tourism/old-tollbridge.htm

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The Kingfisher

Note And Photo From:- Fred, Brighton, UK

We were fishing on the Wye and sport was very slow. We were catching nothing and it was our last day before returning home.

Then, this little chap came and sat on my rod.

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He looked around surveying his territory and decided to stay and use the rod as a”diving board” to take fish from the shoals of Bleak that were in the swim.

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Cheeky “git” caught a number of fish, using the rod as a perch, whilst I didn’t get a bite all day.

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Expecting A Take

The flyline sits in quiet expectation upon the water surface.

Somewhere below the Chironomid works it’s magic in about 20 ft of water.

Will the fish see it? Will the fish take it? All is hope and trust that you have done everything right and all the possibilities have converged to the one inevitable. The line will shoot forward and the strike will set the old Hardy pulsing as the Trout ( hopefully a Kamloops ) tries to regain freedom.

It doesn’t realise it’s eating qualities or it might fight harder, but I have no wish to kill it. It is enough to convince the Trout to take the nymph, enjoy the fight and marvel at the brilliance.

The scenery is superb as the sun shines upon the trees by this BC lake and the Osprey has put in an appearance.

Who could ask for more?.

A Flooded River Ouse

The winter weather was cold and wet. Somewhere down in the depths fish would be hiding from the great push of flood water.


Where to fish was not the only problem, safety and possibility were also factors to consider.

The banks were treacherous and the amount of weight needed to hold bottom made the Pool out of bounds.

Perhaps the water above the Sea Trout ladder would be more productive.

This was certainly the case as the speed of the current was less as the water backed up to the main weir I found a spot to the right of the ladder and legered with a small Drennan feeder and maggots. It took a few re-fills, with 10 maggots a time in the little feeder, but eventually the small Shimano quiver went slowly round. A roach of about 6 oz came to hand. It looked surprised and felt warmer than I expected. The water temperature was good despite the biting wind trying to freeze me. I hoped the thermal suit would do it’s stuff and I wouldn’t need a toilet break.

At one point the sun tried desperately in vain to break through the clouds, but my success continued as more small roach and several bream came to the net.

Wading And Fishing In The Okanagan

Photograph and Article submitted by Kelowna Trout Angler, BC, Canada

Here we stand in the beautiful water of the Okanagan. In front of us the depth drops down to about 2m, but there are fish down in the depths.

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Someone on the bank said there are few fish to be caught from the lake. Little did they know. My Grandson in the fore-ground has returned 2 Rainbow Trout and we have lost count of the Suckers we’ve sent back. Our big problem is how to catch the very large Suckers and Carp we have seen swimming in and out of the weeds in front of us.

At present we are using silver spinners in the style of the ever trusty Mepps. When the fish get suspicious a change is made and a small coloured artificial worm is added to the single hook.

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Shoreham Beach, West Sussex, UK

Shoreham Beach, West Sussex, UK.

( Photograph and Article submitted by John, Portslade, UK )

When I was young we used to stand at this point and look across at the Gas Works and the old Electricity Building. Both of these two were demolished to make way for a smaller unit. There were fond memories of swimming in warmer water produced by the electricity outflow pipes. It probably was un-healthy, but there we are.

Shoreham Beach

The Harbour at Shoreham was always a good place to fish and sail in the sheltered waters.At times we would fish in the harbour basin if we could get away without being caught.

In the distance is Brighton and Hove. Playgrounds for the rich and famous ever since the Prince Regent built the Brighton Pavilion and put the fishing village of Brigthelmstone on the map.

 

Short Story – “One Morning in Early July”

Here is a short story, submitted by one of our readers.

Enjoy!

“One morning in early July” by Kelowna Trout Angler (Canada)

One morning in early July I rowed an old punt out onto the estate lake.

This old lake had no footpaths around it and was surrounded by trees and reeds. As my friend and I pulled out of the boathouse, which smelt of over 100 years of maintenance, creosote, pitch and tar, we got caught up in the damp webs made by a great many spiders.

Mornings are always full of promise and as we whispered quietly to each other we were able to take in the sounds of the lake and the morning. There were the ducks and other birds flapping wings and arguing as we gently slid across their domain. On early mornings you can rarely see far. There always seems to be a mist rising from the water as you await the sun.

We pulled into a bay and tied the ends of the punt to the reeds. Hopefully nothing had been disturbed and so we settled to fish.

“Hello,” said my mate, ” someone’s coming.”, and sure enough there were the sounds of oars gently dipping into the water and the occasional knock of the rowlocks as the oars turned.

The sound came upon us but we could not see the angler in the mist. He had pulled in behind us and we heard the reeds rustle to the distinctive sound of the punt being pushed into the reeds in preparation for tying.

Soon after we heard the splash of groundbait and then the tapping of a pipe on the end of an oar.

At this I called “Hello Fred”, but as usual the reply was only a grunt of acknowledgement.

We fished hard and caught many fish until the sun had cleared the mist and our bay was gradually becoming a heat trap. During our session we had heard many a splash from Fred’s side of the reeds, but the old fellow was a solitary character and rarely disclosed his catch.

Time to go I felt and we packed and called a last farewell to Fred, but no reply was forthcoming as expected.

“What a miserable sod” said my mate as we left the bay and I had to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” came the retort.

“Well he’s dead” was my reply, “he died 30 years ago and everyone on the lake should pay their respects to Fred when they arrive and leave. You’ve been lucky you have heard him and fished with him.”

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The Start of Something Interesting….

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