Bait runners, bite alarms and beta lights !
Aug 11, 2015 23:14:41 GMT
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Post by rushy on Aug 11, 2015 23:14:41 GMT
Well just got in from a nice day out on the banks.
Started off with a session at Bradford Knotford with my old Mucca Jimmy. Two rods, bite alarms , bait runners and boilies. I even managed to stay in the same peg for the whole four hours. Old Johnboy even came trundling through to do a bit of shady business for cash
A lovely morning and thankfully I'd learned how to download books onto my iPad so I had a nice relaxing morning reading up on old Thomas Cromwell and the dastardly deeds he did on behalf of Enery .
A short interlude to recast followed by a catch up on Dragons Den and the morning had flown by. At least my iPad experience wasn't rudely interrupted by any alarms going off or bait runners whirring round
A quick natter with Jimmy and co , who were suffering the same fate and it was off home to do a few chores.
Just as I was getting into the tidying up and gardening half past four arrived before I knew it.
Up the A1 Nidd Mouth bound and I couldn't resist calling in at MMP . My fellow committee man and crack angler ( in his day ) vic Rookes was sat on Cyprio with a mass of fish activity going on before him. Unfortunately there were that many fish in his swim he didn't know which to catch first. As we were discussing the problem the float dipped and the elastic shot out of the pole like it was attached to an express train. Another beast of a Carp headed for the island and Vic nearly had a float impaled in his leg as its flew back at him at the speed of light
Back in the car and off to meet Stripey Mortia for our Ouse evening session. Deanos had cried off cos he had to do a Pilates class or something. We plonked ourselves in two red hot pegs , got the Barbel rods out and cast in feeling confident. The bells rang from Beningborough to tell us that an hour had gone and we hadn't had a bite. Half an hour later I got a text from Andy , he'd just foul hooked a fish whilst plumbing the depth . . . A perch . . There's a surprise
The bells rang a couple more times and too soon it was 9pm.A barbel leapt clear of the water sending a tidal wave towards the bank.
Yeehar , witching hour has arrived
And then the bells rang 10pm
Another text . . . I've had a Chub and I'm going home !!
I looked around rather nervously , all alone and I'm sure I could hear rustling . Should I shout Andy to wait and go join him . . . Naaaa , let's give the new 11 o'clock hours a go 
So I recast both rods and sat there whistling to myself and glancing round every now and again , at least the rustling had stopped
I reeled the meat rod in at half ten and just as I was about to lift it out of the water an almighty swirl as Mr Pikes snaffled my Garlic Spam and my hook length . . Quite fortunate actually , didn't fancy grappling with a Pikes at that time of night.
As the betalights faded, the alarms gave off a deafening silence and the bait runner refused to run I sat with a very minute touch of confidence .
But it was all in vain . . . Two rods, bite alarms , bait runners and betalights all day and not a single bite
It must have been ottered !!!
Only joking , only joking
A nice walk back to the car turned into a spine shivering event as my head torch focussed on 30 pairs of green dots all looking my way . . Err , don't cows go to bed at night ? Obviously not !! Almost in unison all the pairs of dots raised 3 foot in the air . .
Oh please no , not in the dark and not while IVe got all this tackle wrapped round me , and I haven't had a bite all day because of the otters. Please leave me alone . . . And they did , after following me for ten yards just to spook me
So no piccys of Barbel today I'm afraid , just a tale of woe . . . Enjoyed it though.
Tea and cream crackers gone . . . Time for bed
Tight lines
Started off with a session at Bradford Knotford with my old Mucca Jimmy. Two rods, bite alarms , bait runners and boilies. I even managed to stay in the same peg for the whole four hours. Old Johnboy even came trundling through to do a bit of shady business for cash
A lovely morning and thankfully I'd learned how to download books onto my iPad so I had a nice relaxing morning reading up on old Thomas Cromwell and the dastardly deeds he did on behalf of Enery .
A short interlude to recast followed by a catch up on Dragons Den and the morning had flown by. At least my iPad experience wasn't rudely interrupted by any alarms going off or bait runners whirring round
A quick natter with Jimmy and co , who were suffering the same fate and it was off home to do a few chores.
Just as I was getting into the tidying up and gardening half past four arrived before I knew it.
Up the A1 Nidd Mouth bound and I couldn't resist calling in at MMP . My fellow committee man and crack angler ( in his day
) vic Rookes was sat on Cyprio with a mass of fish activity going on before him. Unfortunately there were that many fish in his swim he didn't know which to catch first. As we were discussing the problem the float dipped and the elastic shot out of the pole like it was attached to an express train. Another beast of a Carp headed for the island and Vic nearly had a float impaled in his leg as its flew back at him at the speed of light Back in the car and off to meet Stripey Mortia for our Ouse evening session. Deanos had cried off cos he had to do a Pilates class or something. We plonked ourselves in two red hot pegs , got the Barbel rods out and cast in feeling confident. The bells rang from Beningborough to tell us that an hour had gone and we hadn't had a bite. Half an hour later I got a text from Andy , he'd just foul hooked a fish whilst plumbing the depth . . . A perch . . There's a surprise
The bells rang a couple more times and too soon it was 9pm.A barbel leapt clear of the water sending a tidal wave towards the bank.
Yeehar , witching hour has arrived
And then the bells rang 10pm
Another text . . . I've had a Chub and I'm going home !!
I looked around rather nervously , all alone and I'm sure I could hear rustling
. Should I shout Andy to wait and go join him . . . Naaaa , let's give the new 11 o'clock hours a go 
So I recast both rods and sat there whistling to myself and glancing round every now and again , at least the rustling had stopped
I reeled the meat rod in at half ten and just as I was about to lift it out of the water an almighty swirl as Mr Pikes snaffled my Garlic Spam and my hook length . . Quite fortunate actually , didn't fancy grappling with a Pikes at that time of night.
As the betalights faded, the alarms gave off a deafening silence and the bait runner refused to run I sat with a very minute touch of confidence .
But it was all in vain . . . Two rods, bite alarms , bait runners and betalights all day and not a single bite
It must have been ottered !!!
Only joking , only joking
A nice walk back to the car turned into a spine shivering event as my head torch focussed on 30 pairs of green dots all looking my way . . Err , don't cows go to bed at night ? Obviously not !! Almost in unison all the pairs of dots raised 3 foot in the air . .
Oh please no , not in the dark and not while IVe got all this tackle wrapped round me , and I haven't had a bite all day because of the otters. Please leave me alone . . . And they did , after following me for ten yards just to spook me
So no piccys of Barbel today I'm afraid , just a tale of woe . . . Enjoyed it though.
Tea and cream crackers gone . . . Time for bed
Tight lines
