A Breamore Barbel.

A trip to Breamore on a fine September afternoon. The river ran with such enthusiasm and was full of promise.

The old Mk IV Avon was pressed into service with a Match Ariel. My standard set up was always a link leger consisting of Swan Shot and a hook of size 8 or 6. Why carry a lot of tackle? Bait on this occasion was corn packed on to the hook, with some hemp and corn in a bait dropper.

Once the bait had settled in the chosen swim then time could be spared for the surroundings. There was the view, the calling Buzzard and then the sight of that great bird. There was that bankside terror, The Little Grebe and all the other birds taht swam past in the parade.

Pride of place went to the tip of the old cane rod which gently nodded in time with the pull of water flowing past. The gentle nodding became a rattle and a slight pull downwards, with an answering lift of the rod. Now the battle had begun and attached to the line was the barbel which had been expected.

Sooke, Vancouver Island, BC

Sooke, Vancouver Island, BC (Photograph and Article submitted by Audrey, BC)

We stood on the Spit at the entrance to Sooke Harbour on a very warm & hazy afternoon, watching a man fishing for salmon. He stood on the beach casting into the narrow entrance to the harbour, a thing he did frequently when the time was right.

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Poole Harbour, England

Poole Harbour
( Photograph and Article submitted
by F. Sutton, Bournemouth, UK )

Once the second largest natural harbour in the World. It was behind Sydney, Australia until the Sydney Opera House was built and land was reclaimed from the sea. That loss of water put Poole where it belongs on top.

Poole Harbour

Now you can wander around the harbour and take in the view from the Park or the road around he eastern side. There is the Quay Side where you can enjoy wonderful fish and chips whilst you watch the harbour at work or the ferry as it leaves. If solitude is what you seek then cross to the western shores and walk around the heathland and the Country Park.

For the sailor or fisherman your choices are endless and only require an input from you. If you like to see the unusual then cross to Brownsea Island and spot the Red Squirrel.

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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.

 

The White Cliffs Of England

 

The White Cliffs Of England
(Photograph submitted by F.Sutton, Bournemouth, UK)

The White Cliffs of England

 

Everything we expect from the South Coast of England. Those wonderful white cliffs with the tough grass on top. A slight haze with the yacht setting sail for distant lands and the Sea-Gulls calling from above.
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“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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Tight lines!

The Fisherman

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Taking the rod to Alberta….

With rod in hand and belly boat deflated in the boot, your fearless editor has taken off, trying to avoid the 40 degree heat of the Okanagan to try his hand at a couple of lakes in Alberta, stopping off at the Calgary Stampede.

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Tight lines and screaming reels!

The Fisherman

A bright little Perch to the fly…

Note And Photo From:- Kelowna Trout Angler

A great little fish to start the season. The sun shone and the water sparkled as I paddled around in the V-boat, with wonderful birds in the reeds, the odd Beaver raising it’s head and an Osprey diving for it’s supper. Great.