Diary of a Coun­try­man

For all its short­com­ings, I wouldn’t live any­where but here in the UK. It’s magic!

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THIS weather’s up and down like a yo-yo! One day the air pres­sure is sky-high and then the next day it’s fallen like a stone.

The tem­per­a­ture is typ­i­cal of Novem­ber as well, with win­ter try­ing to break through while au­tumn does its best to hang on for a few days more.

With shorter days and a chill in the air, be in no doubt there is still some good fish­ing to be had.

I’m of­ten asked about my se­cret to suc­cess at this time of year. It’s sim­ple – just get out there! If you wait for the per­fect day you’ll only get out a few times a year!

Wrap up warm, take a flask of hot cof­fee and a few sand­wiches and go for it…


I wrote last week about fish­ing with Harry Hales and how it was a plea­sure land­ing a carp for him. Well, to­day it was Harry’s turn to land a carp for me!

I was fish­ing Mon­u­ment 2 with mag­gots and an in­line feeder and had three takes which re­sulted in a lost fish, a small stockie and a 21lb 12oz mir­ror carp.

The air pres­sure had dropped and the sun was shin­ing. Yes­ter­day we wore ther­mals, and yet to­day it was T-shirt weather, or at least it was for young Harry!

It was fun as I played the fish telling Harry how the ‘old ’uns’ can still cut it bet­ter than the ‘young guns’ al­though it did cut deep when Harry asked where my Zim­mer frame was!

I also caught a few roach up to a pound. Some an­glers don’t like re­cast­ing time and time again be­cause a roach has picked up the bait, but the fact is that I still had three takes from carp, and that’s three more than most of the an­glers who were fish­ing boilies.

I know fish­ery owner Rob Hales is net­ting the wa­ter for the roach soon, but I doubt he will get them all and I can see the wa­ter be­com­ing another record-holder.

The roach in there are stunners, and they’re get­ting big and fat on carp baits. With only a few in there I can see it pro­duc­ing a mon­ster in the not too dis­tant fu­ture.


Spent the last few hours on the river with jigs and small shads af­ter perch and had four up to just short of 2lb, fish that had never seen a hook be­fore.

As I left the river at night­fall I looked back and thought to my­self ‘how lucky I am to live in such a beau­ti­ful coun­try!’ I know Eng­land has had its fair share of bad press lately but when you look down the river at this time of day with only the sound of wa­ter pass­ing over the shallows, the ‘hooo-hoo’ from a tawny owl and no-one but you around, it’s still one hell of a coun­try to live in.

Af­ter din­ner I tied a few rigs for a carp trip later in the week. I am re­ally en­joy­ing my carp­ing again. Hav­ing spent the whole sum­mer on the river it makes a wel­come change to sit by a still­wa­ter. That’s just one of the joys of be­ing a true all-rounder – you never get bored!


Went to check out an eel wa­ter. I won’t be fish­ing it this win­ter,

but I met the owner of the lake to see if he would al­low me to night fish it and he said: “Yes, come up when­ever you like!”

The wa­ter has pro­duced a few eels but they have al­ways been big ones, so come the sum­mer I will be try­ing once again to try and beat my per­sonal best. Catch­ing a big eel is not hard – the prob­lem is find­ing a wa­ter that holds one to catch! Looks like I have found another eel wa­ter, and you’ll be the first to know when I catch one.


Drop shot­ted a lo­cal still­wa­ter just into dark for a few perch. None weighed more than 2lb but it was nice get­ting a few takes again on this method. I was us­ing quite large rub­bers – for perch – but they are a greedy fish and will de­vour a lure meant for pike so I have no prob­lems us­ing them. In fact on most wa­ters a large lure tends to sort out the big­ger fish. Large

live­baits can cause you prob­lems with aborted takes, but I don’t find this to be a prob­lem with lures.

When it got dark, the tem­per­a­ture soon dropped to freez­ing and it hurt my hands re­triev­ing the lure. In the car my fin­gers tin­gled as the heater warmed them up on the way home. When I got to my house there was a brace of pheas­ants and a large jar of pick­led onions placed next to the front door.

I phoned my mate who I knew had left them for me and thanked him, and he asked: “Where’s my trout Dessie boy?” I laughed and said I’d drop him one off be­fore Christ­mas.

A big rub­ber lure for a big perch!

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