Post by JIMMY SILVERFISH FULLA on May 18, 2015 7:29:58 GMT
wel recently got a campervan,,, and decided, that me mrs and in laws would go to hawes for some gentle peddle bike riding and maybe a spot of dace fishing,,, oh the dace
What a place it is,,, nothing around but lush green fields and ancient dry stone walling and lovely countryside pubs and nice tea and scone rooms,,, had my fill of walking round the shops with mrs evan almost bought a deer stalker hat for my dace fishing,, but it was one of them places where the residents don't breath same air as us leeds folk and at £60 I left it so got a flat cap instead,,,
It's amaIng how fresh and clean the air is in certain parts of our country not all as polluted as we may think,,,
Not too sure if I can run a stick float threw this,,, but I did try but to no avail,,, " small call to Rushy for tips" but he was no help he was too busy playing builder
Ahh I remember this its a waterfall,,, hmmm maybe a trout lurking there
Hmm no trout here a further walk perhaps to see if I can spit THEESE dace,,,,
Walking over a field of pure wild garlic oh the smell,, made me want to go out and get a pizza
Anyways it was all too much for me and carrying my gear wasn't easy so enlisted on my chicken Freind and got a barriw to help me with my journey
Wouldn't get this wild in leeds it would get eaten
I know what your all thinking what's the make and model of this,,, well I think it was the origiaonal prestige, coffin porter mk2 barrow 19th century edition
Right time to cast my pure hand carved snapped Cain rod that's grown threw several world wars,,, sure to impress Gcb this one
Nothing
So I moved on and notices a few small bubbles and little bit of thrashing of the water wasn't much but you know me I miss nothing so I crawled down a huge rock face to get closer and yes it was the dace thrashing,,, so I slipped a size 4 hook in and 6 boily rig
Can't understnad why I didn't get a bite
Anyways realised I wasn't high enough to spot showing dace so claimed to a vantage point,,, climbed so high I seen Johnboy from leeds wearing his favourite perch jumper
Tried one last last spot
Dace must live under here I thought
Nope not there either,,,
So back on my bike on way back to camp site,, and I realised,,, DACE FISHING ISNT FOR ME
What a place it is,,, nothing around but lush green fields and ancient dry stone walling and lovely countryside pubs and nice tea and scone rooms,,, had my fill of walking round the shops with mrs evan almost bought a deer stalker hat for my dace fishing,, but it was one of them places where the residents don't breath same air as us leeds folk and at £60 I left it so got a flat cap instead,,,
It's amaIng how fresh and clean the air is in certain parts of our country not all as polluted as we may think,,,
Not too sure if I can run a stick float threw this,,, but I did try but to no avail,,, " small call to Rushy for tips" but he was no help he was too busy playing builder
Ahh I remember this its a waterfall,,, hmmm maybe a trout lurking there
Hmm no trout here a further walk perhaps to see if I can spit THEESE dace,,,,
Walking over a field of pure wild garlic oh the smell,, made me want to go out and get a pizza
Anyways it was all too much for me and carrying my gear wasn't easy so enlisted on my chicken Freind and got a barriw to help me with my journey
Wouldn't get this wild in leeds it would get eaten
I know what your all thinking what's the make and model of this,,, well I think it was the origiaonal prestige, coffin porter mk2 barrow 19th century edition
Right time to cast my pure hand carved snapped Cain rod that's grown threw several world wars,,, sure to impress Gcb this one
Nothing
So I moved on and notices a few small bubbles and little bit of thrashing of the water wasn't much but you know me I miss nothing so I crawled down a huge rock face to get closer and yes it was the dace thrashing,,, so I slipped a size 4 hook in and 6 boily rig
Can't understnad why I didn't get a bite
Anyways realised I wasn't high enough to spot showing dace so claimed to a vantage point,,, climbed so high I seen Johnboy from leeds wearing his favourite perch jumper
Tried one last last spot
Dace must live under here I thought
Nope not there either,,,
So back on my bike on way back to camp site,, and I realised,,, DACE FISHING ISNT FOR ME