Pond Fishing: Pristine Rudd and Canvas Design Review

  A warm welcome to this week's blog update.  A few weeks ago i was approached by a representative of a UK Canvas company called Canvas Design asking if i was interested in writing a review of one of their products on my blog.  I receive quite a few emails asking me to write features on the blog, some obviously angling related, others not so and for me it has to be in some way linkable to my blog and as each of my updates contain a number of pictures this fit the bill perfectly.

Based in Darwen in Lancashire Canvas Design began producing canvas's in 2004 and since that can boast some high quality customers including DVB, BBC and 60 minute makeover.  There canvas's are produced from 380GSM pure cotton and is stretched over a 18mm or 38mm deep profile pine frame.  All kits come supplied with a hanging kit and the company aim to deliver your order with 48 hours. 

With all the dealings i have with companies around product reviews i base my initial opinions a long time before i see the specific product and its around how the company are to deal with and communicate with, this makes up a huge part of my opinion of the whole package involved with purchasing from this company.  I have to say the representative of Canvas designs i dealt with was professional in her introduction email and her help in subsequent emails was above and beyond what you would expect from a company, so much so they agreed to allow me to not only run a competition on the the Blogs Facebook page for a chance to win a Free Canvas of the winner's own design but also sent me a discount code allowing all the blogs followers who purchase canvases from them a 15% discount by entering BLOG15 in the discount box on checkout. 

Follow the blog on facebook here to find the competition in the coming days:  https://www.facebook.com/pages/Dannys-Angling-Blog/282860255069146

The company then asked me to send off an image i would like on my canvas and after some deliberation over some of the pictures u have of the rivers i fish i decided to go with the picture of my uncle fishing the sankey canal at sunrise, very atmospheric and a picture that brings back memories of early mornings in the pursuit of angling dreams.  After i sent the picture off i received an email thanking me for the picture and asking if i wanted to also send another picture in of me holding a fish and they would send me both of them, again as i have said earlier top quality customer service, you cant knock that. 

The next i heard was 24 hours later i received a text informing me that my order would be delivered the next day and also a number of automated options for me to delay delivery to another day.  The next morning i received another text informing me of the exact hour my parcel would be delivered, both are shown below and i have to say as a person who works 9-5 it was a touch i found most useful as i could nip home on my dinner hour to take delivery, again all aimed at a good quality customer experience. 

Taking delivery i was taken back at the exceptional level of packaging on these canvas's they where well packaged and well marked as fragile giving no doubts as to how delicate its contents where, inside the layers of card board each canvas was protected by its own individual bubble wrap and protective crate paper.

I had my apprehensions with the canvas's around the quality, not with the product but with the quality of the images i sent in, writing this blog i literally am one man and his iphone and sometimes my proper camera and opening the canvas's i was amazed at the quality of them and how well the images looked, i was over the moon with them and was really happy to then see all the bits and pieces you need to hang them included in the package.  The quality of the canvas's i was really impressed with and being able to look at that pike from the winter deadbaiting sessions on a daily basis will inspire me every time i leave to go fishing.  

In summery the person who wins the competition on facebook will be receiving a top prize in my opinion i have nothing but good words to say about this company, a joy to deal with, nothing was too much trouble and the product they sell is equal to this standard, thank you for asking me to review the product on my blog and good luck for the future. 

you can check out the Canvas Design page here: http://www.canvasdesign.co.uk/

Both pictures now hold pride of place in my house.

on to this weeks fishing:

Pond Fishing: Google Earth Finds and Pond fishing delight. 

I am a great believer in angling you get out what you put in and any one who has wet a line will vouch i certainly put the hours in away from the bank, many dinner hours have been spent researching waters in preparation for future trips but one of my favourite activities is to search out little ponds, some nothing more than a spit of water in a field and then going out there to investigate.  Sometimes your heart sinks as you find another angling clubs signs all over it bit other times you find a real gem, this is a fishing trip to one of those hidden gems. 

This session started with us visiting the Trent and Mersey canal by the Little and Big Billinge waters, turning up i expected to see the far bank lined with overhanging trees like i had seen on Google earth but was horrified to see the banks had been hacked to death with every inch of overhanging cover cut right back.  I have no doubt there is a very valid reason to be put forward for this by the agencies involved but from a fish point of view given the pressure from predators our stocks are under i can only see this as a destruction of habitat, how can young fry and big fish be expected to have a chance to find safety from these predators with no cover to hide in. 

Cormorants are the biggest threat but this grebe in the video below shows how exposed these fish have been as this grebe just casually dived along the whole length taking a few fish in the time we was there.  Not the best signs for what i read is a really good area for fishing.

We fished for around a hour or two but will an endless line of gudgeon to show for our efforts and no sign of anything better showing, possibly down to a harsh over night frost, we immediately made tracks to a small pond that holds a good track record for some surprising fish that wake up from winter early each year. 

Arriving at the new location we could already see a few swirls from fish feeding on what looked like a small fly hatch, a sight that filled us both with confidence although the dark clouds building in the distance had us a little worried.  My past experience on this water saw me setting up my lightest pole float i own, i think it takes 3 number 10's.  My thinking? i wanted to fish on the drop and wanted the bait to sink as slowly as possible and i also plumbed up so i was dead depth so i also could be in with a chance of picking up the odd bottom feeding fish. 

I started of just over the edge of the weed, great cover hiding me from the fish, so with just the tip of the pole poking through the reed stems i knew i was in prime position for catching a few fish.  The first fish took a while in coming, a small roach, but it soon was added too with a lovely perch.

The pond, well i say pond, its a spit of water most would walk past, is usually synonymous with big roach but in the early exchanges it was a case of quality over quantity as i took a few of these pristine roach shown below, fin perfect.

The close in line continued to build and it culminated in a lovely palm full of skimmer bream.  This for me was the highlight of the day as we both caught plenty of tiny skimmer bream which means the bream are breeding well in here and really does bode well for the future of this pond.

The weather that had threatened on the horizon all morning arrived with a earnest as both wind, rain and hail stone combined to batter the side of my umbrella.  This weather you would feel sure would ruin the fishing but the place come alive.  My uncle was first to try the open water a bit further out and i noticed him pick up a few fish so i decided to chance my arm and the results even shocked me and the fishing took off with quality rudd coming one a chuck, bolstering my keep net.

The fishing when its as good as this can only last so long before the fish spook off and so it was the case as the weather passed and the sun returned so the fishing slowed down and we decided to call it a day on the session both happy to have had a few bites.

my net

uncles net

Well that is it for another weeks blog, i hope you enjoyed following my weekly adventures and don't forget to enter the facebook competition for the canvas.

till next time, tights lines

Danny

Ruddy Tough Week On The Bank

A warm welcome to this week’s blog update and as the title suggests it has been a really tough week on the bank which saw us really struggling on both the River Dee and Dane.  I really am struggling to come up with a reason why the River Dee is fishing so poor at the moment.  We have tried banker swims from last year and new undiscovered swims in an attempt to locate where the dace shoals have settled this year.

With not getting out on the bank for a few weeks while we welcomed our daughter into the world I must admit I am lacking the patience I had last year when you could take a bad session on the chin as you knew you would more than likely have a bumper session the next week when you visited a stretch you could bank on fishing well, now with the river campaign stuttering along with little action and running out of locations to try I must admit I just want a session where that float keeps going under and it looks like till the cold frosts arrive we may have to retreat onto the local ponds to get the top of our floats wet.

On to this weeks fishing:-

Inspired to chase those Chevins

I start this week’s update with our most recent trip out to the river which was on Wednesday when my dad and I visited the River Dane in Holmes Chapel.  I had planned on us fishing a tributary of the River Dee for the lady of the stream, the grayling, but after watching and reading a fellow anglers blog I was inspired to chase some “chevins” of my own the following day.  This angler, more than deserves a shout out as he produces some great videos on Youtube and also backs them up with a written update that always incorporates both the fishing and the feel of the day, which as a fellow blog writer can be so hard to do, consistently.  A link to marks blog is here http://fishing-for-memories.blogspot.co.uk/ and links to his weekly updates as always will pop up on my left hand side bar of the blog, keep up the good work mate.

We arrived in the car park situated towards the upstream limit of the stretch and quickly unloaded the carp as we dodged the countless slugs that lined the moist grass beneath our feet, the car unloaded we quickly picked up a few of the deep black slugs for bait, well known as a classic chub bait which is said to be down to the “plop” they make as they fall onto the water’s surface.

One thing that did catch my attention as we made our way to the river was the amount of browns and oranges appearing amongst the green of the trees and the undergrowth.  Some of the ferns had an autumnal feel to them which I must admit came as a shock to me having basked in the warm sunshine on the Saturday morning surrounded by head high Himalayan Balsam.

The plan was to travel light with all our terminal tackle in my Korum Rucksack and carrying the bare essentials tackle wise with a feeder rod each and my trusty trotting rod for fishing the glorious intimate picturesque glides the river Dane is famous for.  We as anglers were all set for a day’s roving all we needed was the chub to play game.

 During the day we made a way through all manner of swims and likely looking spots from newly created swims to swims we had done well in previous years fishing.  All seemed devoid of our chosen species the chub.  Below are some pictures of the likely looking swims we fished as you can see they all scream chub, they were there all right but they proved to be very elusive.

As the day wore on towards midday we had spent around a hour in each of the swims and had reached the final swim for the day, a swim where I had caught countless chub in the past and one of those swims you would feel confident in catching from in any conditions.  I started off on the trotting rod and after a few trots down the float buried and for a split moment my heart sped up as I felt that sold resistance on the line but after a few more seconds it became very apparent this was no chub and was in fact a wiry feisty grayling that decided to male as much commotion as possible making its way upstream, I knew this would be bad for the chub fishing but was glad to get a fish on the bank.  The grayling is one of those magical fish you catch on the river that have so many colours to them and their beauty cannot help but brighten up the hardest of days on the river.

We gave the last swim a good hour after this grayling but no chub were forthcoming but in the midday sun we were treated to a great aerial display by the local pair of buzzards, I really do love seeing these birds when I am on the bank and with them being more popular than ever I am regularly treated to their company, more of this species later on in the update.

Saturday 15^th September

Saturday would be my first session back on the bank after the birth of our little girl and I must say the break had worked a treat; I was wide awake all Friday night, excited for the session ahead.  Previous to abbey being born we had been on the banks pretty much solid for a whole year and I must admit to flagging a bit as the birth drew near, I found myself drifting away during the time on the bank, wondering what the future held and not really putting 100% concentration into both my fishing and the blog, looking back it has showed, so I was pleased to have that fire back and it was a more than welcome companion.

The week leading up to Saturday’s session was full of indecision about where on the River Dee to try, so much river we could fish but settling on one venue was proving to be difficult.  We eventually decided on the lower Dee on a stretch of river that at this time of year usually fishes quite well and what’s more there are fewer more remote places along the Dee than this stretch.

The walk to the river was a short one but actually getting to the river’s edge proved to be a real task, there has always been a swim situated on this stretch but as the picture above shows nature had done her best to reclaim the space with head high Himalayan Balsam all around.  This invasive species has got a real foothold it seems now on most of the rivers we visit but the good thing is it isn’t too difficult to work a path through and it wasn’t long before my dad was making his first cast of the day on his trusty Drennan feeder rod.

I took a little longer setting up than my dad with his pre-setup up feeder as my plan of attack was to trot a float down the steady current with my 17ft float rod using both maggot and castor for bait.  The swim I was in as I said had a lovely steady pace to it and with a slack on the inside and a tree overhanging with its leaves just lapping the water downstream I had high prospects for the day ahead.  As normal I had drip fed the swim as I was going about setting my float rod so by the time I was set to make my first cast I was optimistic.

The first trot through of a session is a magical thing, has the bait you trickled in done the trick?? Have you picked the right line to fish?? And the dreaded one, especially on the River Dee, is there a massive snag in your trot??  All these questions are normally answered within the first few trots down.  First cast and with the wind calm and the river like a plain of ice I had my float dotted right down to detect any shy bites, she was going down the river a treat and right wherein expected a bite the float buried and I was into my first fish of the day, a dace. 

Great start I thought, always a good sign to catch on your first cast, back in and again the float buried and I was playing something more substantial than the previous dace, it certainly wasn’t a roach as their jagged fight is a dead giveaway, what was it?.  I played the fish with the upmost delicacy and it was rewarded when I fin perfect chub broke the surface, two casts and two fish, one of which a chub, I was over the moon.

My dad and uncle were also swiftly into fish with my dad picking up some quality dace and my uncle some chub and roach.  I continued to pick up fish quite regularly with the best fish being this perch shown below.  You can always tell if me or my uncle are catching when you are not in eyesight as we see very little of each other during the session as we are busy fishing.  The first hour was great and I thought we were all in for a bumper return to the river.

The church bells in the distance signalled it was 8am and to be honest them bells stuck in my memory as not long after they stopped chiming the swim absolutely died completely on me and a swim that I could do no wrong in suddenly seemed devoid of fish.  My dad say next to me coincidently went through the same phenomenon as myself so this basically ruled out a hungry pike lurking in the depths of my swim.

Not long after this I could hear the crunching of grass under foot as my uncle made his way along the bank to see how we were getting on and before I could explain what had happened he went on to take the words right out of my mouth, he had also had a good hour and then all of a sudden nothing.

We soldiered on till 12 noon and between us we picked up around 10 fish with none worth writing home about and we decided there and then to make a move onto a small pond on the way back to Runcorn.  In the intervening hours we tried all manner of tricks to catch, alternating line, depth and feeding to no avail.   As we were packing away the rivers level rose significantly and it took me by surprise as I really had not been expecting it, luckily we were above the rising level and all was fine but for once I fell foul of my own rule and hadn’t checked the levels before we set off.

Had I checked the levels I would have noticed there had been some really high tides throughout the week and this instantly would have seen me trying a more reliable section of river with more of a slack I could have fished as this was undoubtedly where the fish had moved to as the level rose.

Afternoon session

When I am driving in and around my local area I am always on the lookout for new ponds, lakes etc  and when I find one I do my homework to see who has the fishing rights to it and what fish are in it, most of the time the answer is no club own it and it has a natural stock of fish.  Places like this are a god send when times are tough elsewhere and like in last weeks update this pond we visited on the way home is a pond I have passed time and time again but never fished, that was about to change today, what did it hold? If anything, a box full of maggots would surely find out the answer.

As you can see my uncles swim was a far cry from the pruned banks of any commercial with the pegs being nothing more than a door thrown on top of a gap in the reeds.   The bottom looked to be carpeted in weed and the water was crystal clear revealing the water to be no more than 3 feet deep in the middle.  I started off fishing into open water spraying maggots little and often whilst fishing the pole using a homemade polystyrene ball to indicate any bits, as I was fishing the pole there was no need for any weight on the line.  This method is as deadly as they come for catching fish in the summer because it allows the bait to fall naturally through the water, if the fish are there you will catch them and once you get them going it can be a fish a chuck.

Fishing the open water was painfully slow with no action at all so I moved my line to right off the reeds and it instantly brought a bite from a shy Rudd.  One fish turned to two on the next put in and within 10 minutes I was into a rhythm of feeding, shipping out and striking into a fish.  The rudd where not of any major size but the float was going under and that’s all I was bothered about after the tough morning on the river.  A typical rudd is shown below.

My uncle had also sussed out that against the reeds was the place to be for bites and was also getting regular bites off the reeds to his right.  This place could hold some real specimen Rudd judging by the swirls we saw on the day and judging by the fry scarpering in the margins there may be the odd good carnivorous perch living in this weedy pond.  My theory is with the water being so clear and shallow it is very open to predation from herons and maybe even the odd cormorant so the fish stick in and around the cover provided by the reeds.

The fishing was so manic I took a break to give my arm a rest hehe and went to visit my uncle on his peg, while I was there our attention was grabbed by a buzzard trying to raid a nest on top of a pylon to our right.  The buzzard was trying its hardest to get into their nest for a good 10 minutes with the smaller birds constantly dive bombing the buzzard trying really hard to keep the bigger buzzard from landing.  As you can see on the video below the buzzard manages to land and had in fact won but the perseverance of the smaller birds eventually made the buzzard move on and they gave her a right telling off on her way.

Back to the fishing and by the end of the few hours we had we had a really impressive net of fish between us and although there was nothing major in the catches it saved a bad day on the river and is a venue I will be keeping in mind for future visits as it has got potential.

The plan for this weekend is to get back on the river and hope that with the tides reducing we may get into some consistent sport, if not,  next week’s update may leave you with a real sense of déjà vu.

Till next time I wish you all

Tight lines

Danny