Monday, February 20, 2017

River Isle - V.E.S. Precision League 7 - 19th February 2017

After last weeks bitterly cold conditions, it was lovely and mild all week and after a couple of very mediocre pegs in the last two river matches I was hoping for a better one to end this league on a high. A few of us met at the Little Chef again and it was great to see Harry again and Terry 'The Toast' is fast becoming a regular. After breakfast we headed to Coxes to do the draw and after looking at the pegs Rob had put in, I really fancied 124a or 125 and had mixed feelings when I pulled out peg 109 at Redbridge. It's a swim I've wanted to fish for years but it's been poor in recent matches. Going into this match, Adie was leading the league with 8 points, followed by Steve P on 9 and then me and Fieldy on 12 with Rob on 13 and as Graham had drawn 124 in my section, the same peg he won from last week and Rob was on 125 the most consistent peg in the other section, I was up against it.

I drove to Redbridge and parked up, Rich S had drawn 120 which was also the golden peg although the last few times it's been pegged, it hasn't done much and Adie was on 106 which like my peg, would be chub or bust. I set up a 1 gram bodied float and a 1.5 gram Drennan Carbo and put new 0.12mm hooklengths with size 18 B611's on both, if I hooked a chub, I wanted to make sure I got it out as I might not get too many chances today. Preston size 13 green elastic completed the robust set up. On the side tray I had maggots, casters and Bait-Tech Super Seed Hemp.
I'd always wanted to draw peg 109 but would it live up to expectations?
On the whistle I started with the lighter rig, inching the rig through the peg at 10 metres which was a section short of the far bank cover you can see in the photo above as I didn't want go tight across straight away. I was feeding hemp and caster to my right but after 15 minutes with no indications I stuck another section on and held the rig back against the cover, a positive bite saw me strike expecting to meet solid resistance but instead a tiny minnow flew out of the water! Not the result I'd hoped for but at least I'd avoided the blank, a couple more followed and it's never a good sign when you catch minnows on caster so I started putting in a good pouch full of casters and hemp every chuck in a bid to feed them off.

After an hour I'd only had a few minnows and they were even attacking double caster, I'd tried poking the rig right in the cover and holding it there and then added another section and went 13 metres across to the far bank below the bush, I had a really good bite but it was just another minnow, I even went 14.5 metres down the peg but it was like the peg was devoid of anything apart from minnows. I kept the feed going in but after two hours there was still no sign of a proper fish and when it got to the half way point, I was going through the motions somewhat and starting to feel like any chance of a league placing was slipping away. I stuck at it though as the chub at Redbridge are decent fish and it only takes an hour to win a match here and I thought my best chance might be in the last period as the light started to fade.

I decided to phone Steve P who was on peg 128, a good peg that had been winning matches but it blanked last week, he answered and said he was really struggling and only had a handful of small fish. I told him to stick at it and put the phone down, I glanced at the time and we were now 3.5 hours into the allotted six hours, I looked back up just as a good fish rolled to the right of the cover, where I had been feeding. Suddenly I was interested again as I knew there was at least one fish in the swim, I shipped out and this time when the float sailed away, I just knew it was a chub and sure enough the strike saw plenty of elastic come out, I shipped back quickly so the fish was in the middle of the peg away from any snags and without too much drama, I slipped the net under a 2lb chub and I have to admit, the old heart was pumping a bit.
I was relieved to finally get one after three and a half hours
Next chuck, in exactly the same spot, I hooked number two and safely landed another two pounder, the next bite came nearer the bush and was a bigger fish, getting on for 3lb and all of a sudden it felt like a good weight was on the cards. I had fourth to put me on 10lb and there was still over an hour to go. Things then slowed up although I did miss a couple of bites, my next bite came just after I'd shipped out and was about to feed, this felt like a real lump and when I finally landed it I was sure it would be a new pb. There was still half an hour left and I thought there was a good chance I might get another but it didn't happen and I had no more bites but I was really pleased that I'd hooked five and landed five.

Rich turned up just before the end with most of his gear and said he'd really struggled for a few fish, I pulled my net out and out of interest weighed the biggest chub which was 4lb exactly, so no new pb for me. I put the other four in the weigh sling and Rich called my weight at 14lb 2oz but would it be enough? We walked back down to weigh Rich, he had a level pound and that peg definitely seems to produce for the first few matches before tailing off. We took our kit back before going up to Adie, he'd had two chub, one early and then one late for 4lb 11oz and barring a disaster I thought he would still take the title but we would have to wait and see how the other pegs had done.
I had five lovely chub for 14lb 2oz
Rich had a pound from 120
Adie had two chub for 4lb 11oz from peg 106
Back at the results and Fieldy had finished second in our section with 7lb 4oz and Karl had weighed 6lb 15oz although it should have been more as he lost the head off his landing net and had to swing in everything! Rob had the top weight in the other section with 7lb 13oz from peg 125 followed by Stu with 5lb 8oz from H4 and Terry with 5lb from H1, Harry had lots of bites and weighed 3lb 12oz from 126 and Steve P had struggled for 1lb 10oz. So I'd won on the day but as far as the league was concerned it was all looking very tight. Photos courtesy of  Rob Cox*, Harry Hebditch**, Terry Morgan*** and Steve Parker^
Graham had 7lb 4oz from peg 124*
Karl won his section with 6lb 15oz from peg 124a*
Harry had loads of small fish for 3lb 12oz*
Rob was second on the day with 7lb 13oz from peg 125**
Terry had 5lb of mainly roach from below the road at Hambridge***
Stuart did well again, winning his section with 5lb 8oz from H4***
No photo of Steve but he did have this pike on corn of all things!^
Despite scoring four points today, Adie had still done enough to win the league with twelve points, with Steve blowing out and me winning my section we actually both tied on thirteen points and I took the verdict on weight (54lb 3oz to 40lb 8oz) so I picked up £45 for winning today and should have some league winnings to come next week.

1 - Jamie Rich (Against Men and Fish) - 14lb 2oz
2 - Rob Cox (Ilminster) - 7lb 13oz
3 - Graham Field (Taunton) - 7lb 4oz

A - Karl Aplin (Ilminster) - 6lb 15oz
B - Stuart Aplin (Ilminster) - 5lb 8oz

Final league positions

Adie Bishop - 12 pts (dropping 4)
Jamie Rich - 13 pts (dropping 4)
Steve Parker - 13 pts (dropping 5)
Rob Cox - 14 pts (dropping 4)
Graham Field - 14 pts (dropping 5)

Next week it's Barney's Pairs Open at Dillington and Harry's so hopefully we'll have a nice day and raise some money for charity.

Finally the club would like to say congratulations to Adie for winning the league on his first attempt, a massive thanks to V.E.S. Precision for their continued and very valued support and also to Rob Cox for all his hard work running the matches.

Next up - Barney's Pairs Open

Coming soon - Some more great reviews

Check Out - My last match (below)

Monday, February 13, 2017

River Isle - Royal Oak Winter League 9 - 12th February 2017

After having a lovely day last Sunday, I spent most of the week praying for rain but it was dry and cold and it looked like we'd be in for another tough match on the river for the last league match. We even had a light dusting of snow on Saturday and waking up the following day, it was bitterly cold. A few of us met for breakfast before heading to Upper Coxes to do the draw. I was hoping to pull out a peg at Isle Brewers but wasn't too upset when I drew H4 at Hambridge where I'd done okay a few weeks back but then somebody realised we were a peg short and had to redraw, second time around I drew 129 at Isle Brewers, it can be a good peg but has tailed off somewhat in recent weeks.

As far as the league was concerned it was between Fieldy, Rob and me and we'd all drawn in the same section so I needed to beat Graham to win the league and avoid a total blowout to hold onto second spot. Easier said than done though with Rob on 128 and Graham on 124, both pegs that have won recent matches. We got to the river and as we started taking our kit to the pegs it we soon realised how cold the wind was and it was whipping across the fields and it would be even more exposed for those at Hambridge. I really expected it to be rock hard today and had said to Adie earlier that I thought 5lb would be a good weight today.
Peg 129 at Isle Brewers
I set up a 1 gram Drennan Tipo with a size 18 Kamasan B611( to 0.10mm and on the side tray I had maggots, casters and Bait-Tech Superseed Hemp. I started with single red maggot on the hook just to try and catch a minnow to avoid the blank, first put in at 8.5 metres in the middle, the rig settled before the yellow tip disappeared and I swung in a tiny minnow, job done, blank avoided, or it would have been if I hadn't missed the keep net with it! Next chuck I had another and blow me if I didn't do the same thing again! This time it landed on the bank so after scrabbling about I finally managed to retrieve it and get off the mark.

I buried the hook in a caster to see if I could catch a proper fish and inched the rig through, the float sailed away and this time some elastic came out before I swung in a 4oz chublet, this could be better than I'd first thought. Any thoughts of bagging up soon disappeared when every run through resulted in either a minnow or the end nipped off the caster. I did catch a couple of tiny gudgeon but was going nowhere fast. Just before the first hour was up, the float sunk from view and this time the strike resulted in something more substantial shaking its head, I shipped back carefully before netting a chub around a pound and a quarter - bonus!
Hopefully I'd get a few more....
Not long after, a very cold looking Rob turned up and said he hadn't had a bite yet although he did say Terry 'The Toast' had caught on 126 and young Stuart was getting a few just above the bridge in peg 125. After watching me catch a few minnows and a gudgeon, he left me to it and went back to his peg. I kept trying different areas of the swim but the result was the same, a slightly better fish did top in the tail of the swim and I flicked the rig down there but it was miles overdepth and it just wasn't right.

In a bid to try and avoid the minnows I had upped the feed and put double caster on but it wasn't working and they were still being a real pain. Around the half way point, Rob arrived again and he still hadn't had a bite, while he was sat with me I went back to single caster and the next bite resulted in a 3oz dace and not long after I had a better one of 4oz but the action was short lived and it was back to minnows and the odd gudgeon. Then Hurf came for a walk round and said that Fieldy had been struggling but tried fishing a waggler in the shallow tail of the swim and had started catching really well. He also reported that Stu was getting some nice roach and as peg 125 is really shallow, it got me wondering if perhaps the fish in my swim were in the tail.

With two hours left, I had to try it for my own peace of mind so I got off my box and set up a shallower rig, it was still around three foot deep in the tail and I tried fishing 13 metres down the peg but nothing. Baz phoned from Hambridge and they were struggling down there as well, he hadn't had a bite for three hours but then had a pound perch out of the blue. I tried fishing across to the far bank above me and had a few minnows and Hurf said he was heading off when I hooked what felt like a dace or chublet only for it to come off as I shipped back so he said he'd stay and watch a bit longer but when the next couple of fish were minnows he did bid me farewell.

I went back to fishing down the middle and was just going through the motions, catching minnows and gudgeon when with 15 minutes to go and the light starting to fade, I had another dace and then I had my first roach which was about 4oz, I then bumped a decent fish before catching another roach and had a gudgeon just as the six hours came to a close. A really frustrating day as there were obviously fish there but they just didn't want to feed. Terry soon arrived with the scales and was admitting to three pound plus so I knew I hadn't beaten him. My fish went 2lb 13oz and I hoped the two fish I'd bumped weren't going to cost me.
A frustrating day for 2lb 13oz!
Rob had blanked so at least I was guaranteed second place in the league, then we got to Terry and he had a nice net of dace and chublets weighing 4lb 11oz and I said he would probably frame with that, Rob said he wasn't so sure as Fieldy had weighed 14lb of chub, perch and roach and Stu had 10lb 2oz of quality roach! Photos courtesy of Rob Cox*
Terry was third with 4lb 11oz from peg 126a
Stuart had a nice net of quality roach for 10lb 2oz and second place*
Graham had a lovely net of chub, perch and roach weighing 14lb to win the match and the league*
Back at the results and Hambridge had fished really poorly with Adie having the top weight there with 3lb followed by Baz with 2lb 9oz, Rich with 1lb 5oz and Karl with 5oz, Steve P hadn't weighed. So I actually ended up winning the section money of £15 by triple default! (I'm not proud!), finished second in the league and took a pound off Steve so not too bad a day.

1 - Graham Field (Taunton) - 14lb
2 - Stuart Aplin (Ilminster) - 10lb 2oz
3 - Terry Morgan (Ilminster) - 4lb 11oz

A - Jamie Rich (Against Men and Fish) - 2lb 13oz
B - Adie Bishop (Taunton) - 3lb

Final Royal Oak League Positions
1 - Graham Field - 13 pts (dropping 3 + 4)
2 - Jamie Rich - 17 pts (dropping 5 + 5)
3 - Adie Bishop - 19 pts (dropping 5 + 5)

Next week it's the final match of the V.E.S. Precision league and that's pretty tight with Adie on 8 points, Steve P on 9, me and Fieldy on 12 and Rob on 13 and with the way the river is fishing anything could happen!

Congratulations to Graham on winning the league and the club would like to thank Steve and Cindy at the Royal Oak, Ilminster for all their continued support and massive thanks to Rob for all his hard work organising the matches.

Next up - River Isle

Coming soon - Some more great reviews

Check Out - Last weeks lovely day (below)

Thursday, February 09, 2017

Dillington Pond - Open - 5th February 2017

More horrendous weather during the week with loads of rain and strong winds so Rob made the right decision to swap venues and hopefully with some colour in the pond, we should all get some bites. Although when I woke up we'd had a frost which probably wouldn't do us any favours. After another really good Little Chef breakfast we headed to the pond for the draw, there was a good turnout and it was great to see Andy Welch who always fishes the Open and Gordon Aplin who won this match last year with only 1lb 15oz, conditions were pretty similar again with the pond chocolate coloured and I hoped it would fish better this time around. Big Frank and Nick Payne were also fishing their first matches for a while.

I paid my pools and Rob decided to also run an optional £5 super pool, which I think is a great idea, looking at the pegs I didn't really mind where I drew with the exception of the hero or zero pegs by the bush (1 and 24) or peg 15 which is on a high bank and awkward to fish with the fence just behind you. When the draw was announced I decided to try and get in early for a change and went in fourth or fifth but didn't look to see what I had. I heard Big Frank say he had 24 and when Nick said he was on 1, I felt it was safe to have a look, I was on peg 13 which is on the bottom bank and an area I really like. Hurf was on 20, Rob would be able to see if his Wi-Fi password still worked in peg 19 and Steve P was on peg 10.

The pond was very coloured
I got to my peg and it was still quite misty and there was a definite chill in the air, after setting my box up, the first job as always was to mix my groundbait which was Bait-Tech's Pro Natural Dark which I use for all my silvers fishing on natural venues and I also added a glug of 'The Juice' to the water for mixing the groundbait. This end of the lake tends to be a bit deeper so I opted for a 4 x 16 Preston Chianti with a size 18 Kamasan B611 barbless ( to 0.10mm. On the side tray I had maggots, casters, Bait-Tech Superseed Hemp plus I'd asked Steve to get me some disco pinkies and like the last time he wrote a little message on them which almost made me feel guilty for using them!
Pro Natural Dark and 'The Juice', an awesome combination

Steve's pinkie message 'Don't drown us we are babies'
I said to a few people that I thought it might take a while before we started getting bites but as I was setting up there were quite a few small fish topping which I hoped would be a good sign. Rob shouted the all in and as I cupped in two balls of groundbait at ten metres, I saw Fieldy opposite me on peg 4, swing in a small fish so that was my theory out the window! I put two pinkies on and shipped out, fed a few casters and a pinch of hemp, the float settled and dipped before sailing away and a 2oz roach got me off the mark. I had another seven in as many put ins and probably had a pound in the first 15 minutes, a great start!

My next couple of fish were tiny so I tried single maggot which didn't really help, double maggot was better although I was having to wait quite a while for bites. Most people seemed to be catching small fish and Adie on peg 18 had netted a skimmer on the feeder. After an hour I was on 26 fish and shouted up to ask Steve how he was doing and he said he had around a dozen fish, I replied saying I thought he had a clicker and he said yes he did, so I asked why he wasn't using it and he said he was and that it had 19 on it!!!! Work that one out!

I kept trying caster but was having to wait ages for bites and went back to pinkies and maggots, I was still catching small roach with the odd 3-4oz fish and thought if I could catch around 20 fish an hour at an average ounce and a half apiece, I wouldn't be far off 10-12lb which I thought would be a good  weight today. The next hour was similar although things started to slow up as we approached the half way point, I started coming half a section closer and also fishing to the right and left of my feed and I'd get a couple of fish before going back over my main catching area.

Justin on peg 7 had a good bream and a skimmer on the pole and Adie had also added a couple more skimmers, Rob and Terry 'The Toast' Morgan on peg 17 were catching lots of small fish but I still felt I was doing okay. So far all my fish had been roach but in the fourth hour I hooked a fish which pulled a bit more elastic out before I netted a 4oz chublet, some better roach also put in an appearance and I was still on course for a decent weight although both Adie and Justin were getting odd skimmers on the feeder and Hurf had landed a good fish too.

With two hours left I started catching more fish on caster including my second chublet although I kept having spells where I'd bump or miss several bites on the trot which was very frustrating, I also lost a good roach as I unshipped the top kit and I hoped it wouldn't cost me. I was slightly ahead of my 20 fish an hour target and then with fifteen minutes to go I hooked into a decent fish and elastic streamed from the pole tip. After the initial run it didn't do a lot and I carefully shipped back and was surprised when a 2lb chub popped up, it didn't give me too many problems and was a welcome bonus. I still had time to land another couple of roach and my clicker was reading 128 when Rob called the all out. I thought I had around 12-14lb with that chub but wasn't sure it would be enough to beat the bream and skimmer weights.

I packed up and took my kit back to the car before going to get some photos of the weigh in, Frank didn't bother the scales on peg 24 and I have to admit I wouldn't have wanted that peg today, Hurf had 2lb 8oz which included a lovely tench then Rob had a nice net of roach weighing 7lb 14oz, Adie had six skimmers for 6lb 3oz which surprised me as I thought he had more than that, Terry had done well to catch 248 fish for 8lb 9oz from peg 17. Leighton had 2lb 4oz from peg 15, another peg I really don't like and Rich had struggled for 14oz from peg 14. I was last to weigh in my section and the needle settled on 12lb 6oz but I didn't think it would be enough to beat Justin.
Hurf had a lovely tench on the feeder
Rob had loads of small fish for 7lb 14oz from peg 19
Adie had six skimmers and a few bits for 6lb 3oz
Terry had 248 fish for 8lb 9oz from peg 17
Leighton had 2lb 4oz from peg 15
Rich S had 14oz from peg 14
I had 12lb 6oz of roach and a bonus chub
Back at the results and it was close, very close in fact but Justin had won it with 12lb 8oz, Andy Welch had the next best weight in that section with 7lb 12oz from peg 6 which included a lovely bream and just behind him was Graham who had 7lb 11oz from peg 4. Gordon had 5lb 12oz from peg 2 but had lost a good perch at the net and Steve P had 4lb 2oz from peg 10. Stuart had 2lb 11oz from peg 8, beating his older brother Karl off the next peg and Nick didn't weigh in peg 1. Photos courtesy of Karl Aplin*
Justin had the top weight on the day with 12lb 8oz of bream and skimmers*
Andy had 7lb 12oz which included a big bream*
Stuart had 2lb 11oz from peg 8*
Karl had 1lb 12oz next door on peg 9*
So I ended up in second place and had nice pick up of £75 thanks to the superpool but was left cussing all those missed/bumped fish and that's twice in recent weeks I've been 2oz off winning, but still a really enjoyable day and pounds off Hurf and Steve were the icing on the cake.

1 - Justin Charles (Ilminster) - 12lb 8oz
2 - Jamie Rich (Against Men and Fish) - 12lb 6oz
3 - Terry Morgan (Ilminster) - 8lb 9oz
4 - Rob Cox (Ilminster) - 7lb 14oz

A - Andy Welch (Ilminster) - 7lb 12oz
B - Adie Bishop (Taunton) - 6lb 3oz

Next week it's the final match of the Royal Oak league where I'm currently in second place but it's all very tight with only two points separating the top three.

The draw will be at Upper Coxes at 8:45 and for those that want breakfast, meet at the Little Chef at 7:45.

Next up - River Isle

Coming soon - Some more great reviews

Check Out - Last weeks disaster (below)

Monday, January 30, 2017

River Isle - Royal Oak Winter League 8 - 29th January 2017

After a cold and frosty start to the week by Saturday the weather changed yet again, getting milder and we had a fair old drop of rain too, enough that I actually thought we might end up out the pond (I wish we had now, which might give you a fair idea of how this blog is going to go!). A few of us met at the Little Chef for breakfast (including Terry Morgan who was fishing his first match on the river for a fair old while) before meeting at Coxes to do the draw. The river looked spot on, with pace and a tinge of colour and I thought we'd be in for a good match.

Looking at the pegs in today, I fancied Isle Brewers or Hambridge but there were also two pegs in at North Bradon, 92 and 96, the latter can be a great peg as it holds some big chub and Hurf had double figures off it not that long ago. The other peg however, is a real no hoper, it's known as 'The Roach Hole' although I can't remember anyone doing a weight of roach off it since I was junior! (yes that long ago) although Neil Dring did win a match with 18lb of chub five or six years ago. The last time I had it, I weighed 3lb odd but it's been pegged a few times recently and the top weight from it was Martin Heard with 4oz, it's really not very good and I pitied the poor angler who was on it today (you can see where this is going can't you?).

Anyway Rob announced the draw and I ended up holding the bucket, which suited me as I would go in last when hopefully the dreaded peg 92 had gone. People started drawing their pegs and I was listening out for some poor sod to start groaning but it didn't happen and with two balls left, Adie stuck his hand in the bucket and ended up with peg H4 where I was last week, so resigned to my fate I pulled out the remaining ball and yep, it had the numbers 9 and 2 on it. I was seriously gutted and felt like going home but you can't because you have to stay to weigh the other angler in. I know it's a nightmare trying to find decent pegs and there are loads of good ones dotted around in different sections but it's what to put with them, I did it the other week with pegs 14 and 15, although I'd rather have been on either of those today as at least they have some form.

I headed to the river, trying to be positive, fish have fins after all and you can never predict what will happen in match fishing (look at 124a the other week). Karl followed me as he was on 96, we parked up, unloaded the kit and I showed him where his peg was before heading to mine. It looked lovely with loads of trees and branches in the water and surely there had to be a chub or three living there. I set up a 1.5 gram Drennan Carbo with a size 18 B611 and 0.12mm bottom, plumbing up the bottom was all over the place and the river was a lot pacier than I'd first thought, the only steady water was tight across but the low branches would make striking problematic.
Peg 92 looked nice
Karl turned up for a chat before the start and said he'd phoned his brother Stu who'd had the choice of pegs 124a or 125 and had picked the latter as fish were topping in it, that meant nobody was in 124a and with 129 not in either, there were two great pegs that I'd rather have been on than where I was currently sat. Karl headed on back and as the start time arrived I began with double red maggot fishing under my feet but I got snagged straight away so went across with a the hook buried in a caster. Normally if there are a few fish about you get an early indication but this didn't happen which wasn't really a surprise.

We'd had a few showers but the rain was getting heavier and just to add to the fun, the wind was picking up as well. I finally had an indication and the caster was nipped, next chuck I had a tiny dace so at least I hadn't blanked, a few minnows followed but striking was a nightmare even with only four inches between the float and the pole tip. I tried a few other likely looking spots and even shallowed up to fish at 14.5 metres in the tail of the swim but nothing and the only place I could get indications was tight across in front of me.

After an hour Karl arrived again and said he hadn't had a bite and had spoken to Stu who was catching some nice roach. While he was sat with me I tried double caster but got snagged up and lost a hooklength so it was back to burying the hook in a caster and catching the odd minnow. In a bid to try and get rid of them, I upped the feed but it didn't really seem to have much affect. Karl walked back to his peg and I saw I had a missed call from Hurf, phoned him back and he said he'd had a chub, along with some roach and gudgeon so I started shining my pound up in readiness for later.

The wind was making presentation a nightmare and I went up the tree a couple of times which did nothing to improve my mood and when you're having a bad day, time seems to pass very slowly, we'd also decided on fishing six hours today and it felt like six weeks! I did catch a second tiny dace along with some big minnows but I was going nowhere fast and with Fieldy on a decent peg, I started to think my league was over.
Monster minnow!
With about an hour to go, I finally caught a chublet but at an ounce I wouldn't be threatening the podium places today, then something rolled in front of me and I got excited for a minute but I think it was actually another of our furry friends. With about 45 minutes to go, Karl arrived with the scales and said he'd packed up as he couldn't fish his swim which was now a mess of boils and he'd had an otter go through his peg. While he was with me I had a real purple patch, catching another little chublet and a gudgeon, I also went up the tree again right at the end and lost another hooklength which rather summed the day up.

My haul of two dace, two chublets, a gudgeon and twelve minnows pulled the needle round to an impressive 6oz and it had been a miserable day. We got back to the cars and then Karl went and got his pole as he'd managed to get three sections stuck together, we couldn't get them apart and I had no idea what we were going to do about it, luckily we managed to get one section apart and then he drove back to meet to others with his pole sticking out of the passenger window like a medieval jouster! Back at the results and with an angler on each end pulling and Hurf tapping the offending section we finally got them apart.
My mixed bag of 6oz was mainly small fish!
As for the fishing, it had been really hard again, Terry had the top weight with a nice net of quality roach weighing 10lb 13oz from peg 128 but then the weights dropped right off with young Stuart and Hurf tying for second place with 3lb 13oz. The anglers at Hambridge had struggled again and Justin had the top weight there with only 3lb 8oz. I ended up fourth in my section which wasn't as big a disaster as I first feared as Fieldy also had four points. Thanks to Rob Cox* and Steve Hurford** for the photos.
Terry had the top weight with 10lb 13oz of quality roach from peg 128*
Stuart did well to finish second with 3lb 13oz**
Hurf had a chub and some nice roach for 3lb 13oz**
Rob won the section with loads of small fish for 3lb**
1 - Terry Morgan (Ilminster) - 10lb 13oz
2 - Stuart Aplin (Ilminster) - 3lb 13oz
2 - Steve Hurford (Ilminster) - 3lb 13oz

A - Rob Cox (Ilminster) - 3lb
B - Justin Charles (Ilminster) - 3lb 8oz

So with one round to go, it's still very tight with just two points between the top three, here's how it looks after eight matches and dropping the two worst results.

Graham Field - 12 pts (dropping 3 + 4)
Jamie Rich - 13 pts (dropping 5 + 5)
Rob Cox - 14 pts (dropping 6 + 30)
Adie Bishop - 18pts (dropping 5 + 5)
Steve Parker - 18 pts (dropping 6 + 6)
Stuart Aplin - 21 pts (dropping 5 + 5)

It's the open next week and Rob has switched it to the pond which hopefully should see us all get a few bites, spaces limited to 18, so if you fancy it get your names into Rob asap.

Next up - Dillington

Coming soon - My next great interview and my first guest blog

Check Out - Last weeks lovely day (below)

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

River Isle - V.E.S. Precision League 6 - 22nd January 2017

After some wicked cold frosts in the week and the river back to being very low and clear, it was always going to be difficult for the penultimate V.E.S. Precision match. Going into this match I was lying in joint fourth place with ten points, three off the lead and nothing but a section win would do if I was to stand any chance of a top three finish and a really good draw would be essential. I woke up and it was actually not too bad temperature wise and I didn't even need to defrost the car, I met a few of the others at the Little Chef for breakfast before heading to the river to do the draw.

Rob had pegged Redbridge, Isle Brewers and Hambridge today and on most of the pegs had given people a choice which I think is a great idea when there's a good chance of it being hard going. As people started delving into the bucket, there was the usual mixture of happy and sad faces as people looked at their peg numbers. With only a couple of balls left, I went for it and pulled out H4 above the road at Hambridge, a decent draw and one that should see me get a few bites although after winning several matches on the trot, it had gone off the boil somewhat in recent weeks. It was also a golden peg today so would be worth a nice bonus if I could win off it.

Elsewhere, Karl had 106 at Redbridge, Rich S had 108 or 109 and Baz had drawn peg 112, the swim above the wires that looked lovely and was in for the first time today. At Isle Brewers, Adie had drawn 123 or 124, Stuart had 124a or 125 with Steve P on 128 and Rob on 129. I got to Hambridge and unloaded my kit and had a quick look at H5 (which I also had the choice of) but as Adie had struggled on it last week, I decided on H4 which also meant I could see how Fieldy was doing on peg H1 below the bridge.
Peg H4 at Hambridge
The river was really low and clear with hardly any pace on it and as I was setting up I never saw a single fish top which was a tad worrying. Rigs for today were a 0.6 gram DH16 for down the middle and a little Drennan 0.2 gram AS1 for fishing three sections to hand, both had size 18 B611's to 0.10mm. On the side tray I had the usual maggots, casters and Bait-Tech Super Seed Hemp. I started off trying to catch to hand with two red maggots on the hook, but after running the rig through a few times, it just wasn't happening. Next I tried down the middle where it was a similar story and already the signs were there that it was going to be rock hard today.

I hadn't seen Fieldy catch yet either so in a bid to just try and put something in the net, I put a single maggot on the long line rig and shipped out to 11.5 metres and swung the rig under the bridge, I'd just picked the catapult up to feed when the float went under and my first fish was a miniscule roach but I had saved the blank at least. A few more small roach and dace followed and I was getting regular bites but most of the fish were tiny. Big Frank turned up to see how we were getting on and I had a couple of small fish while he was there, then he walked across the road and asked Fieldy who said he hadn't had a bite yet before he left us too it.

I had a couple of slightly better 2-3oz roach but the majority were tiny so I tried caster but had to wait ages for a bite, which of course I missed. After about an hour I had another go down the middle with the other rig but didn't have a touch there. Back on the long line rig and I started getting the odd fish on caster but it was slow going, I was also having to chase them around a bit, I'd get a couple of fish right across by the bridge and then the next one would come by the stick ups mid channel. The sun came out and it was actually turning into a lovely day, I thought perhaps sport might improve as it warmed up but if anything my bites started to tail off.

A chap turned up on the bridge and asked how I was doing and during the day, I had four people in total lean over the bridge which probably didn't do me any favours but they were all nice enough and I was still putting odd fish in the net. After four hours, Fieldy walked up and asked how I was doing, I told him I had 30 odd fish but only had about a pound and a half, he said he hadn't had a bite yet!

Odd fish had been topping down under the bridge, including a good fish which I think might have been a pike having a go at something, then with fifteen minutes to go, something which looked very otter like went in the water below the bridge and swam up on the opposite side of the river before climbing out on the far side and I'm sure it gave me a wink before disappearing again. My last fish was a bleak which I had just before the end, my clicker was reading 48 but I didn't think they even averaged an ounce apiece!

I packed up and on my way down to weigh Fieldy in, ripped my bib and brace climbing over a barbed wire fence! He'd actually started getting bites in the last half an hour and had eight fish for 6oz, my fish went 2lb 11oz which I was sure wouldn't be any good today. Arriving back at the results and the guys from Redbridge were already there, it had been awful with everyone blanking, not so much as a bite! Then the anglers from Isle Brewers started arriving back and that hadn't been much better, Adie had the top weight there with 2lb 13oz!, yes you read that right, I was 2oz off winning the golden peg. To make matters worse, Steve 'The Pole' Parker had finished second with 2lb 12oz, taking the pound side bets and stopping me from getting that all important single section point in the process. Thanks to Karl Aplin for the photos*
I had 2lb 11oz which was good enough for third place!
The catch shots from Redbridge were disappointing!*
Nope, nothing in there*
Or there*
The scales at Redbridge stayed in the bag!*
I picked up £20 for third place but couldn't help feeling it was a very good opportunity missed today, I'd missed/bumped quite a few fish and with the benefit of hindsight, if I'd have fished single maggot all day I think 4lb would have been on the cards although I'd never have thought such a low weight would win today.

1 - Adie Bishop (Taunton) - 2lb 13oz
2 - Steve Parker (Ilton) - 2lb 12oz
3 - Jamie Rich (Against Men and Fish) - 2lb 11oz

A - Stuart Aplin (Ilminster) - 11oz
B - Graham Field (Taunton) - 6oz

In the league, with Adie and Steve both winning their sections, it looks like being between those two for the title with Fieldy, Rob and me fighting it out for third place

Adie Bishop - 8pts (dropping a 4)
Steve Parker - 9pts (dropping a 4)
Jamie Rich - 12pts (dropping a 4)
Graham Field - 12pts (dropping a 5)
Rob Cox - 13pts (dropping a 4)
Rich Studley - 17pts (dropping a 20)

We desperately need some rain and warmer temperatures before next week or another tough match could be on the cards.

Next up - River Isle

Coming soon - Some more great reviews

Check Out - My latest interview and first guest post (below)

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

First Guest Blog

I'm always saying that I would love to feature guest blogs here at Against Men and Fish and I recently received my first one from Yorkshire Game Angling, a great little post on 'Getting Started in Fly Fishing'. I've set up a page for guest blogs (under the main photo at the top of the blog) or you can click on the link here

Hopefully there will be a few more from them over the coming months, so if there any other bloggers out there that would like to be featured please get in touch (via the contact form on the right of the blog). I have a couple more guest blogs in the pipeline on subjects as far removed as mullet fishing to Canadian carping (although they have been in the pipeline for a fair while now!) so if you have any good fishing stories, tips or reviews, send them in.

Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Bob Roberts Interview

My latest interview is with Bob Roberts, top angler and journalist who isn't afraid to tell it like it is, some great answers and he certainly gives lots of food for thought (all images courtesy of Bob Roberts)

Hi Bob, I realise you are an extremely busy man, so thank you so much for taking the time to answer my questions;

You’ve match fished at a very high level but these days (much like the late, great Jan Porter) you seem to have switched to targeting big fish, why the transition and do you ever fish any competitions now?
I was a reluctant match angler who was forced in that direction to a degree because my love of river fishing and the Trent in particular was restricted by the sheer volume of club matches and opens on the river at weekends, which was the only time I could fish. Hard to believe now that the Trent was virtually lined, both banks, from Nottingham all the way down through the tidal towards Dunham Bridge.

Yes, there were places you could get in but the best areas were always matched up. Places like Burton Joyce, Shelford, Gunthorpe, Caythorpe, Hoveringham, Fiskerton, East Stoke, Rolleston, Farndon, Newark Dyke, Winthorpe, Muskham, Holme Marsh, Collingham, Cromwell, Sutton, Girton, Besthorpe, North and South Clifton, Dunham, etc, etc. All were matched up, Saturday and Sunday. You’d travel down the A1 at 7am and it was like a convoy of coaches so it was a case of if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.
And then beat them, of course! ;-)

Of course, the fishing on the Trent went downhill in the late-80s. It was never as bad as the papers made out. I remember after a particularly disastrous National Championships the Angling Times announced the river was officially dead. What a load of bollocks! So I contacted Richard Lee, the then editor and challenged him to come fishing with me. I took him to a stretch you sometimes see featured these days in Martin Bowler’s Angling Times column called Smeatons, near Newark whereupon I proceeded to knock out 70lbs of barbel, chub and bream.
I won’t repeat the language he used when realising what a clanger he’d dropped but I like to think that night and the follow-up article I shot there for the paper had some influence on challenging attitudes towards what was clearly a changing river.

What couldn’t be mended so easily was the collapse of the Trent match scene, particularly in winter. The big match scene died. The focus switched towards the South Yorkshire Canals which were improving dramatically. That and team fishing. It was a new challenge and one that I rose to. I did very well on the canals but it didn’t take me long to realise that match fishing isn’t just about winning, at least not for me.
I remember coming back from a match one day, a match that I’d actually won, and the wife asked, ‘What’s up?’

I replied, ‘I can’t say I enjoyed that.’ And that was it. It was over for me. I’d simply lost all interest. Since then I’ve maybe fished a couple of charity events, one of which I won, but I’ve never really had any inclination to return to match fishing since.
Saying that, I’ve run a huge match fishing competition for the past 18 years called the Club Match Angler Championship that’s purely aimed at club anglers in the South Yorkshire and North Notts area. Clubs enter their results each week to be published in the Sheffield Star which is syndicated throughout Sheffield, Rotherham, Barnsley, Chesterfield and Doncaster.

These match winners get invited to a semi final and the section winners in the semi go through to a final which is boosted by Sponsorship. Currently Daiwa plough several thousand pounds worth of tackle into the competition each year but during the era I’ve run it the total sponsorship has topped £50,000.
It encourages and supports local clubs, tackle shops and fisheries and I deliberately make sure none of the open match gunslingers gets an invite so it’s very much a grass roots affair. In fact, the very place I started. Way, way back when I was on the club match scene I actually fished the final a few times. I can’t claim credit for starting the event, that goes way back to the days of Colin Dyson and Colin Graham but I’m proud to have inherited it, kept it alive and seen year-on-year growth for nearly two decades. This year (2016) the competition celebrated it’s 40th consecutive year.

What’s your favourite style of fishing?
The glib answer is whatever I’m doing tomorrow. You see, if I was restricted to fishing one style or for one species I’d soon grow bored and probably pack in fishing. I love float fishing on running water – that can be stick, waggler or maybe the bigger Avons. I love quivertipping bread in winter. Sight fishing for barbel. ‘Codding’ with a great big lump of meat on a flooded river. Surface fishing for carp. Bobbins for perch and tench. Bream..., and lately I’m well into the finesse fishing with jigs and drop shotting. Zander intrigue me, especially on the Trent and I do enjoy the odd pike session. In other words, if it swims I’ll fish for it and I’ll enjoy doing it, but no matter how much pleasure it gives me, chances are I’ll be doing something different next week.

Your favourite species?
Probably roach. Then tench and perch. I tend to occupy my mind with methods rather than species. Choosing the method tends to dictate what I catch.

Where is your favourite venue?
That’s a tough call. If you buy a bicycle it’s a bicycle until the day you get rid of it but venues change.

Take the Trent. When I was a kid it was quite heavily polluted but it teemed with roach and gudgeon. Then it became a chub river, then it was crammed with ‘bottle tops’. It was empty (apparently) and then it became a barbel river. In between times it was a bleak anglers’ paradise – remember Tom Pickering coming to prominence as the Bionic Bleaker? It also had a spell when there were carp everywhere. Today it holds a significant population of zander and more catfish (and sturgeon) than folk would care to admit. And the tidal was always a better roach river when it came to the size of fish.
So, how can I say the Trent is my favourite river? It can only be a favourite at a given moment in time, or perhaps during a particular decade but the Trent currently is a far cry from the Trent of the 1960’s as it was indeed from the Trent of the 1980’s.

The same can be said for many of my favourite rivers of the past. Take the Idle. I learned to fish a stick float on the Idle and caught my first 2lb roach by design from there. By and large the roach disappeared but in recent times I’ve caught double figure barbel from it.
I’d rather just say I like rivers first and foremost but I still spend plenty of time on lakes and canals. You’ll even find me on commercials in the winter months.

Have you any angling heroes or anyone who has inspired you?
I have many, if indeed hero is an appropriate term. After all, catching a fish is a far cry from saving a life.

Colin Dyson probably had the biggest influence on me when he was editor of Coarse Angler. I used to send him letters, picking his brains. This was long before the internet and mobile phones. Eventually he tricked me into writing a series of articles. It was never my intention that they would be published but he ran them all the same.
I was shocked and stunned but in the 30 years since then there’s never been a month when I haven’t been in a magazine somewhere or other. After overcoming my initial reluctance I took to it like a duck to water. If you include the various weekly columns I reckon my output to date easily exceeds 1,500 articles and columns, so yes, Colin did have a huge influence on me. I utterly respected him.

David Hall was a rogue, a charlatan and a genius. ‘One day you’ll write for me.’ He said, and sure enough it was an experience I’ll never forget. I treasure the times we shared, the many times we ate and drank together and the confidence he gave me.
Tom Pickering was someone I looked up to. I was privileged to spend a little time with Ivan Marks. Ken Giles is an utter gentleman, a walking education but there was an era of my fishing life when I was climbing the steepest learning curve and I would pause, stop whatever it was I was trying to get right and say to myself, ‘What would Kevin Ashurst do now?’

Kevin was/ is a one-off, and though I’ve only met him a few times he’s one of the few people you can sit behind and realise he’s actually doing something different from anyone else.
And then there’s Keith Hobson. Hobbo’s a proper one-off! A thoroughly great river angler. As good as I’ve ever fished against and then some. Always smiling, too.

I’ve been lucky to fish with and against some of the greats of the match and specialist world. Just because I haven’t included them doesn’t mean they haven’t influenced me or that I deem them to be any lesser anglers.
What’s your biggest fish in the UK? And abroad?

Don’t even want to go there. In reducing your catches to numbers lies madness. I don’t even carry scales normally. You tell me what it achieves when someone fanny’s about for 5 minutes to determine a barbel weighs 6lb 3ozs. Then he photographs it and is proud that he laid it on a mat and took the time to nurse it back to recovery. What’s that about?!!! It’s a barbel. Is it a PB? Then why the f$%£ are you weighing it?
As for nursing it back to recovery, barbel don’t need nursing if you treat them properly in the first place! Folk are too quick to whip them out of the water after they hit the landing net and they then keep them on the bank for far too long yet have the audacity to lecture others on fish care. Sorry but they’re idiots!

And let’s say it is a PB and you post a picture on the internet. Better make sure it looks bigger than you reckon because you’re only inviting abuse. Such negativity. And it’s all driven by jealousy. And suspicion. And lies. Because in a lot of the cases they are lying! Any fool can see that fish ain’t nowhere near the claimed weight.
And most scales are inaccurate anyway, so it doesn’t make a blind bit of difference.

Perhaps there are times in your life when such trivial things matter but trust me, if you’re obsessed with numbers you might just be missing the whole point.
Have I caught some big fish? Yes. Home and away. And so have lots of other people. Fish the right waters, put in a decent amount of effort and apply a modicum of competence and you’ll catch big fish. It ain’t rocket science. Let’s be honest, catching big fish abroad is not a lot to do with skill. It’s more to do with ego and opportunity. It’s showing off!

I loved John Wilson’s programmes when they were set in and around Norfolk. I found the foreign stuff boring. I never watch a Matt Hayes programme till the end because the minute he says he’s off to Cuba I’m off to put the kettle on. Yawn!!!!
Foreign fishing is something you do, not something to drool over. Most of it’s a sham anyway. How many times have you heard John Wilson ask the guide, ‘What will you give me for that?’ And the guide knows his tip will be in direct proportion to the weight he estimates and that the number he comes up with is aimed at potential customers watching the show.

Then there’s the, ‘Hey, look at me, I’m brilliant ‘cos I once caught a great white weighing 1,500lbs.’ Really? Based on what? A guestimate? How accurate is that? Yet you’ll actually weigh a 6lb 3oz barbel?
Truth is, yes, it’s a big fish, like an elephant is a big animal, or the Shard is a tall building, but you can’t even get an accurate measurement of its length and as for the girth...? Who’s going to try to measure that, eh?

No, good luck to anyone who’s caught a big exotic. You paid enough so you deserve it. It can be incredibly exhilarating, but don’t pretend it was all down to your own skill and please don’t be giving it a spurious number unless you are equally prepared to cut some slack and offer the same leniency to a guy who claims he caught a 25lb barbel from the Trent but left his scales and camera at home.
By all means dig deep and queue up for a ride on the Space Mountain at Disneyworld. It’s great fun. That’s all. Accept it for what it is, a thrill ride on a roller coaster. It really is okay to dispel reality and believe that Mickey Mouse exists but don’t confuse it with the real world. Same goes with foreign fishing.

You do a fair bit of fishing in far flung exotic places, are there any countries you still really want to visit and any species you would dearly love to catch?
Not really. I enjoyed my travels and had some amazing experiences off the beaten track. Watching the sun rise in the Himalayas, seeing it set over the Nubian desert, listening to animals roaring at night in the jungles of Uganda and Zambia. I’ve witnessed dolphins, whales, manta rays and turtles, found leopard prints outside my tent in a morning. I’ve stood on a river bank with crocs and hippos in front of me and elephants behind. I’ve got up close and personal with lions in the wild, closer than you would dare to imagine. I’ve rubbed shoulders with a Government Minister on TV and seen abject poverty up close and personal, yet shared experiences with some of the most amazingly friendly natives. I’ve played cricket with kids on an island in the middle of the Indian Ocean and football on the banks of the Zambezi. These are the shining times of our lives. To be honest, catching fish comes a poor second to the overall experience.

I love travel. I love to visit new places. I’ve been fortunate to have visited a lot of countries so far and my goals include visiting Australia, Japan and Alaska in the very near future and fishing won’t really enter my head. When those boxes are ticked I aim to explore South America.
A lot of people say commercial fisheries have been the saviour of match fishing, especially with the decline of the rivers but more recently there seems to have been a swing away from carp back towards silver fish matches and rivers, where do you think the future of fishing lies?

Hate to say it but I’m not sure match fishing as we know it has a future. Look around. Where are the eager 20-year-olds. Those in their 30s and forties? It’s frightening. Match anglers are an aging breed. Many are only still at it because they can drive to their pegs. The concept of carting gear over fields and fences for a mile is alien. No, they’ll keep plugging away at their 20-peg opens until they fade away. It’s sad.
The new blood coming into the sport tends to be attracted to the carp scene which is vibrant, happening, connected. Until they get fed up. Then they try barbel fishing for a while and presumably pack up. Maybe they will go the full circle and return in their later years. I do hope so.

The press and the Angling Trust need to get around a table and paint a vision for the future. One the world needs to see. Publishing results in a national paper of a 20-peg Wednesday ‘open’ at a carp puddle is a joke. The most boring job in the whole world has to be typing out Fred Blogs won the ‘X’ match with 200lb of carp using 16 metres of floating pole, firing out 4mm pellets at Peg 2. And then doing the same fifty more times until the page is full. What’s that about?
We need a Premier League of matches that matter featuring only the very best anglers. The rest are inconsequential. Sorry. But that’s the way forward. It needs centralising and co-ordinating. Until that happens, the match scene is going no-where.

And when did Winter Leagues ever finish in October? Another load of bollocks. That’s barely even a late summer league. And what’s the point of having 20 leagues where each has a ‘seeded’ team that wins every year. Perhaps they think it’s the Champions League Groups Stage or World Cup Qualifiers. Well let me tell you. It isn’t.
But if those same 20 teams were in two leagues. One North, one South, then you’d have two matches a week to report on in the papers with the top, top teams and the very best anglers on show. Fill two pages with that and forget the rest. Now you’ve got Arsenal vs Chelsea, Man U vs Liverpool. Readers might actually start to care again.

And get those bloody Nationals away from commercials. What a brilliant way to kill of the clubs and associations funding streams. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot!
You’re quite an outspoken guy who’s not afraid to ruffle a few feathers, what really gets your goat? And if you could change one thing in the angling world, what would it be?

No idea where you get that idea from! ;-) Although I suppose my favourite headline in all the articles ever written about me was in the Angling Times. It went something like: ‘If I’ve Upset Anyone It’s Probably Because They Deserved It!’
That actually sums me up perfectly.

One of the very best pieces of advice I was given, very early on in my writing career (when I was actually quite the shrinking violet) came from David Hall. He told me that if you are going to write articles for the angling press then 95 per cent of the readers will most likely enjoy what you do and like you. The other 5 per cent won’t and nothing you can do will change that. So spend your time with the 95% and £$%& the rest!
It was very good advice.

Of course this was all before the emergence of internet trolls and the like. Unfortunately the more we become connected through technology the more idiots you are likely to attract with their irrational suppositions and prejudices. Unfortunately I am prone to react but it is possible to expose them for what they are. It’s taken me a decade but I’ve ground most of them into submission now! I still have a few idiots clutching at my coat tails but nothing I can’t live with or indeed that even bothers me.
In a similar vein, if you had a time machine is there one moment in fishing you wished you could go back and change? i.e. a dream fish coming off at the net or a decision in a match that’s cost you a title?

I doubt I’ll ever forget losing the Wychavon Championships in the most unfortunate, gut-wrenching fashion. The river was up a foot and I’d drawn really well, just above the town bridge. It was going to be a low weight day and all I had to do was put the fish I hooked in the net. Unfortunately there was an invisible bed of lilies in front of me that were submerged beneath the coloured water.
Things were going really well until I hooked a bream of about two-and-a-half pounds. It fought really well against the light tackle and took ages to pull up against what was quite a fast flow, long enough for a huge crowd to gather behind me that spread out across the bridge and over the other side. Old Hally was bigging me up on the live commentary so that drew folk from other areas as well. You get one hell of a buzz from an experience like that.

I was just about to bring the fish onto the surface and net it (to the roar and applause of the crowd)when everything locked up. The bream has snagged in the pads and I was in big trouble. I could gently lift the fish so far, the feeder would swing well clear of the water and then everything locked up solid, just out of netting reach and bear in mind I was sat on a platform over a fair depth of water so there was no possibility of wading out to free it.
The fish kicked and slowly took line. I watched the feeder descend into the water and then stop. It was stalemate. I could get the fish back up to the pads again and it could take the line back, see-sawing back and forth with not a thing I could do about it.

Each time I lifted you could hear the crowd take in a collective breath; each time the fish took line back they sighed in unison. My knees were knocking, my heart pounding and there was nothing I could do and the end result was inevitable. The line would give up sooner or later and so it did to a loud groan from all around.
This happened three or four times during the match and each time was worse than the last because the crowd just grew bigger and bigger. The Wychavon was there for the taking and an unkind person might say I blew it (although there was nothing I could do about it in reality) so I had to settle for fourth. Had you told me beforehand that I would have finished fourth I’d have snatched your hand off but that was the most excruciating experience I’ve ever endured in match fishing.

Then again, given the chance to go back in time I would not be match fishing, I’d either be on the River Idle or the Tidal Trent in the 1970s, using the tackle and knowledge I have now. Oh, what roach fishing I would enjoy. They were amazing times, little did I realise, but I was only a small step up on a very steep learning curve at the time.
Have you got one piece of advice that will help the readers put more fish in their nets?

Inside the front cover of my old 1980’s fishing diaries I wrote a motto that I’ve followed since. It says: ‘Adopt, Adapt, Improve’.
In other words, observe what others do, analyse what makes it work for them, adapt it to your own style and then find ways to improve on it. Therein lies the secret of success.

There’s another by Nigel Shadbolt, Professor of Artificial Intelligence that I’ve taken on board more recently. This one is: Data, Information, Knowledge.
In reality it’s a three-step process to unlocking specialist angling.

Match fishing has been steadily becoming more professional with anglers smartening up their appearance, big money televised events and more and more sponsored anglers but there are still only a handful of full time anglers, do you think there will ever be a time when match angling can become a viable career, like say professional footballers?
In a word, no. Before we can have professional anglers we need professional administration. Look at it this way, follow the money trail. Where does the money come from in football? From external sponsorship, from advertising, endorsements, from TV, from spectators. Where does it come from in fishing? From anglers.

If you follow the money trail in any of the big money angling finals you’ll find it is generated from the participants during the preliminary rounds. Take Fish-O. How much does it cost to enter? How much of that is paid out in prizes in the qualifying matches and how much is skimmed off to fund the final?
And who watches it? The final is a bunch of random qualifiers, a bit like having a world cup without Germany, Spain and yes, England.

If Des Shipp is going to go head-to-head with Alan Scotthorne and we get the tactical thinking of each as the clash progresses, then yes, I’m interested. If it’s 30-odd blokes catching F1s, half of whom I’ve never heard of then nah, I couldn’t really care who wins.
I’ve no idea who won last year’s Fish-O, or Parkdean, the 1st Division National, or any other major event you care to mention. Most folk don’t. And it’s on a subscription channel, not BBC or ITV. Sky don’t pay for the rights, do they? We beg them to broadcast it.

Barry Hearn isn’t a philanthropist. He’s a professional boxing promoter who’s Matchroom business exists to make money. Everyone involved is paid a wage except the anglers who have actually paid to be there. Think about it.
As for smartening up our image, I look back at old black and white photographs of anglers and they were pretty smartly dressed and frequently fished matches wearing collar and ties. Standards fell in the ‘swinging 60s’ when folk generally got a bit scruffy. Along came Sandra Halkon Hunt and we adopted smarter team colours but come on, the benefits of that change should have been felt 30 years ago and more, not today. Go along to any match and open your ears. Listen to the folk who are fishing. Listen to the language. You can dress up a monkey in a fine suit but the swearing is unacceptable. There’s your Achilles heel as far as a spectating public is concerned.

As for ‘professional’ anglers, how much is it going to cost? Even if we set the bar really low, let’s say the average UK wage is £26K, though really, that needs to be much higher if we are talking a professional sportsman, you then need to add on pension costs, vehicle costs, fuel, office overheads, management, etc, etc, etc. Around £50K per year would more or less cover it, assuming he always fishes locally and there are no major hotel costs involved.
And what if we then involve the tax man? Or do we not want to be quite that professional?

So tell me, go on, name one angler who makes that kind of money directly from fishing each year. You can’t. And remember, Wayne Rooney doesn’t pay a match fee to Manchester United so he can strut his stuff on the pitch, nor does Andy Murray to play at Wimbledon.
Look, we can’t even find sufficient sponsorship to send Wales to the World Championships. We expect England Ladies to self-fund. Any idea that we can have professional anglers on respectable salaries is not wishful thinking, it’s in cloud cuckoo land territory. It’s time to get real.

Well thank you for giving up your time but before I let you go, here’s a few more quick-fire questions,
What’s your favourite drink?

I drink very little these days though I do enjoy a nice glass of wine with a meal. Not much beats a good pint of beer though.
Favourite meal?

I have varied tastes and love cooking. A good curry takes some beating but the emphasis there has to be on good. There’s a lot of rubbish served up out there.
Do you support a football team?

Yes, I have endured a life-long love/hate relationship with Doncaster Rovers. The cling-ons of the Premiership Teams can never understand what following a real team is like or what it means. I totally get Jeff Stellings’ passion for Hartlepools. I don’t get this adopting a successful team and talking about ‘we’. Sorry folks, you’re sadly deluded glory hunters. You’re just mug punters who buy the shirt and kiss the badge. You’re a revenue stream.
Favourite film?

Perhaps One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest or Green Mile. Modern films are spectacular but they don’t have the emotional impact of, say, a Deer Hunter, or any of the Hitchcock movies.
TV show?

Currently enjoying Blacklist, Westworld, Ray Donovon, Sherlock, Elementary. The list goes on. Some great dramas on the terrestrial TV channels, too.
What music do you listen to?

Ranges widely. Depends on my mood. I love Joe Bonamassa. Santana, Jason Mraz, the whole punk era was epic, new country, Nirvana, Eels, in fact practically anything that isn’t X Factor inspired. Hate Radio One, not a fan of Radio Two or any of the retro stations. Never quite understand why there are no radio stations for ‘grown up’ music giving inspiration and opportunities to current acts. We just get a straight choice between cobwebs and crap. Before long we’ll have stations entirely dedicated to dead musicians.
What’s your idea of a perfect day?

Waking up and feeling healthy does it for me every time. The rest is just whatever takes my fancy.
Many thanks again Bob, from Against Men and Fish