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   Old Thread  #547 3 Nov 2013 at 11.48am  0  Login    Register
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Brian I can imagine it and how you felt, we were a bit shook up seeing this big white missile with a red tip it was absolutely huge as it past the boat you could of cast over it that's how close it was to the boat if it had hit we would not been here to tell the tale although he did have life jackets and such it was bit
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   Old Thread  #545 3 Nov 2013 at 11.02am  0  Login    Register
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this one day when in the distance we saw what I could only describe as a big white missile coming rapidly towards us it was a bit late to move it missed us by ft bloody hell

oh pete that made me chuckle reading that!
my brother & I used to fish an army firing range, anyway one day we ignored the red flags because the weather was spot on,
laying on the shingle in the dark whilst tracer fire flew over our heads in the dark was a bloody scary experience i can tell you.
almost 2 hours we lay there, scared to lift our heads up & hoping they didn't hit our rod tips!!!

we did bag a few codling though!!
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   Old Thread  #544 3 Nov 2013 at 10.41am  0  Login    Register
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I told you all about the top pool at berrington anyone caught fishing there would be in real trouble as sir peter Allcroft fed his ducks on the water, I had a good relationship with sir peter and graham and I regularly rowed his wife and children around the pool at berrington. I asked him about the possibility of fishing the top pool his answer was always no until this one day he relented but keep away in the winter, and when I start to feed the duck, yes sir said i. It was a bit of a job to get to the side of the water as it was very badly overgrown but we did manage to make a swim we started fishing with the float and caught mostly small roach, we did catch one or two tench, to around four pounds they fought well on light tackle but the perch, were big I don't think we had one under two pounds and we caught them up to three pounds, the problem was the pike, the place was full of jacks this one day we caught over twenty one on spinner it was really good fun we did catch one at ten pounds. But it was the big pool that we had some surprises we fished with a sliding float with maggot as bait the roach, were beautiful we caught them to over two pounds we also caught bream, to eight pounds plus perch, to three pounds we had to be careful with the perch, they seemed to get the bends if we brought them up to the surface to quickly.
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Rods out at berrington absolutely years ago pig pong balls for indicators

All the years I fished Berrington I never once saw a carp, then I was told by members of the syndicate that several carp had been hooked and lost when fishing for the Bream. I know my friend Bernard weaver caught one at thirty three pounds I said to him where had they come from no one seemed to know they mysteriously arrived overnight I certainly did not complain although I did worry about disease, some of the members wanted them out but that was a no no because of the great depth of the pool. I had got have a go I remember struggling down to the pool this one lovely morning bernards, brother Charlie, was fishing and pushed my barrow too the swim that I fanced. I was certainly struggling with my arthritis, but that was not going to give up I remember fishing two rods one to the Lily bed and one beside the reed bed, boilies were the bait the right hand rod was away within minutes I was really shaking as I played the fish away from the bed of lilies god did this fish fight I got it to the net it was a lovely marked mirror, it weight in at twenty three pounds, not long after I had another of twenty pounds I ended up with two carp, and twelve tench, not one under five pounds it was a great mornings fishing. more to come latter
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I think this is one from berrington
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   Old Thread  #543 29 Oct 2013 at 10.39am  0  Login    Register
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When graham and I were younger we liked a bit of sea fishing I ran a club and we went with the Endeavor group, at Aberystwyth we went out approx twenty miles Vic was the captain and the owner of the three boats, he ran, he certainly knew his fishing. I loved fishing for the porbeagle sharks, and the tope, we caught shark, to over two hundred pounds I peronaly caught tope, to forty five pounds that fish got me into the British tope club we had some wonderful days with vic I think I told you about one such day we were fishing the targets that the air force and navy used for practice. vic would radio the authorities and tell them we were fishing in the area and would get the all clear. we were fishing, away this one day when in the distance we saw what I could only describe as a big white missile coming rapidly towards us it was a bit late to move it missed us by ft bloody hell it was huge if it had hit us we would of had a big hole through the boat it was about six ft above the sea vic was straight on the phone playing hell with the authorities we listened to the swearing and such he was told no one had let them know we were fishing on the range, poor old vic had forgot to tell them never mind we had to move out of the area I suppose a miss was good as a mile.
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a young me with a good tope
This one day we were fishing when this gentleman collapsed with a heart attack we tried to get him back but it was to late he had gone so vic got on the radio to base and got the helicopter to fetch the body after that no one felt like fishing it spoilt the day. We could not get to port until the tide came in so we carried on we caught fish but no one had their mind on the fishing infact I was glad when I got home this happened twice over the years very unpleasant. We fished with another skipper from anglesey we were out with him one day when we were nearly turned over by a big oil tanker god it was huge as it passed us. There was some language between our skipper and the captain it turned out he was Russian he seem to not care a toss. I loved to fish the wrecks off Anglesey we caught some good fish including cod conger and of course dog fish they were good days we fished a least once a month maybe more.
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Another tope
Graham and I carried on fishing for the bream at the time we were fishing berrington, we made some impressive catches from this small water we had perch to three pounds bream to over nine and some beautiful roach we had the water to ourselves for a few years, until I was asked to if we would like the water to run a syndicate I leaped at the chance I had a few well known anglers in the syndicate one was Dennis Kelly, known for his big bream exploits it was on this water that I fished with Jack Hylton and Bill quinlan I have told you about that in my first part of my stories . there was another small lake above Berrington pool that was strictly private I will tell you more about that latter.
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A Bream from berrington years ago
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   Old Thread  #542 23 Oct 2013 at 10.51am  0  Login    Register
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I can well remember the hay making when I was a youngster we as boys we would roll and fight in it. The sun seemed to shine every day, in the holidays from school, we would be either swimming, in the river or birds nesting, or fishing, we had a camp beside the river in some rhododendron bushes it was well hidden from prying eyes we would catch the trout, and grill them over a fire made in a empty oil drum. We would call at mr prices farm and find some chicken eggs then boil them in the river water in a old tin. They were wonderful days our parents trusted us and we would be out all day walking the woods birds nesting or climbing the trees to the rooks nests we all carried a catapult we would have great fun shooting at old tins and such. I became quite a good shot I used to hang about with a lad called Jackie bounds he was not a bad shot until the one day he shot at a pigeon and missed and broke a bedroom window god we did run I can see this big chap chasing us now we used to call him dummy as he could not speak but he could run and he caught us and took both us to the police station we had our catapults confiscated but over the years I got to know this man very well and really got on with him.

We soon made another catapult it was part of growing up a rag arsed young lad with the catapult in full view sticking out of his back pocket we did shoot one or two of mr prices chickens he had hundreds free range god they were tough old birds, mum would boil them before roasting they were not much better I did not shoot any more talk about old boilers it put me off chicken and I have never liked it since. We learned to shoot the rabbits, before maxomatosis we would all gather when they cut the corn, the field would be full of rabbits we all waited until they came to the last bit of standing corn the rabbits, would bolt for safety us lads would chase them and knock them on the head, after they had cut the last bit of corn, there would be a pile of rabbits, at times over a hundred you would be given a couple by the farmer and the rest would be sold at market I would hide a couple and fetch them latter in those early years we lived on rabbit.

I fished with a lad called Ray Evans we fished a small pool at stokesay castle, the farmer would let us young lads go
we would float fish it I used a porcupine quill and used bread paste, or bread flake, as bait. The pool was covered in weed so you fished in the holes, between the weeds we caught rudd big fish you could not get you hands around them. We did not know the significance about the fish we were catching as we were only young lads some of those fish were over three pounds maybe four. It was not until years latter that we realized the potential in this very old pool.
It was soon snapped up by a gentleman called valentine he wrote in angling times about the pool and the fish in it but he did not last long I really wondered if it was the publicity but it became vacant and graham and I started to fish the pool with permission from the owner. I will tell you more latter
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   Old Thread  #541 16 Oct 2013 at 5.59pm  0  Login    Register
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I really am pissed off we can't go fishing my mate is still not well and I was at the orthopaedic hospital yesterday to see a specialist about my ankle, it is worn out and they won't operate. So I have got to be fitted with some sort of boot that will help me walk, that's enough of that so lets get on with my stories about days long gone. Come with me into the hills of Shropshire and walk the paths of my ancestors, and catch the trout, from the hilltop streams, or catch the humble rabbit, or poach the wild pheasants, that have strayed from the estate down in the valley.
Or come with graham and I on a September night, and watch the ducks, come and feed off the grains of wheat left in the stubble field. The farmer had left some bales to make a hide we would snuggle up with the dog, between us, The bales kept the cold wind away, you could hear the wind whine and whistle as it went through the tree tops in the wood behind us. There was a small pool behind the wood the duck would come in their hundreds they would circle around before they came in to land , I watched them coming in the distance. As they circled over our heads up popped graham he took a right and left then it was my turn I managed one then the geese, gave away their presence we could see them in the distance skein after skein made its way towards us Canada, and greylag, I sent the dog to fetch those ducks, that had been shot and waited for the geese.

What a night we managed twelve geese, and ten duck, all mallard, graham got the landrover as we loaded the birds. We watched a fox traversing down the distance hedge row after a free meal no doubt We had to visit the farmer on the way home to drop him a couple of birds, he always asked us in and we usually sat before a roaring fire with a class full of malt whisky, in our hand we have gone from there many time worse for wear , they were wonderful days I would tickle the trout in the hilltop stream as it tumbled down to the distant valley, they were beautiful spotted brownies, none were over half a pound but lovely eating I would catch four or five then make my down to the valley and home. I loved the freedom of the hills, there was so much to see the buzzard, or the sparrow hawk, the fox,. the occasional grouse, what more could one ask but now I cannot walk those hills and I only have my memories from a time long ago. more latter
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   Old Thread  #540 13 Oct 2013 at 9.03pm  0  Login    Register
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Thanks greg appreciate your remarks
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   Old Thread  #539 10 Oct 2013 at 10.05pm  0  Login    Register
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Good to see your still going Pete

Keep it up mate
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   Old Thread  #538 10 Oct 2013 at 9.02pm  0  Login    Register
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Hi no I never fished fenemere a friend had pinky at forty pounds I was asked once about a membership but that was years ago
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   Old Thread  #537 9 Oct 2013 at 0.24am  0  Login    Register
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hi pete just wondering did you ever get to fish fennymere the home of pinky and perky what a water that once was an old fishing mate of mine from way back has told me it is know a syndicate and he is one of its members lucky fella i realise its not the water it was but what history thats one i wouldnt of minded guesting oh yes
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   Old Thread  #536 8 Oct 2013 at 10.51am  0  Login    Register
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We have not been fishing as my mate graham has not been to well since his operation, so for now it is a no no I can't go by myself as my legs are quite bad at times and I do fall down. like I did last week I fell on concrete what a mess bruised from my hip to the knee.
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one of the woods I poached and watched the wild life
I can't even go down my beloved woods, I spent most of my young life in the woods there is so much so much to see I can just sit and listen to the different birds or sit and watch the badger set I have been very lucky to have been able to see the wildlife its been a privilege to be allowed in some of the woods by the owners or gamekeepers a few years ago it would not of happened as I upset a few with my poaching, but that was years ago no need to poach these days as you can buy a pheasant or to quite cheaply from the market.

I now reminisce about those days that have long gone, when I was young I would be out fishing or down the woods getting the family a meal It was very hard after the war the wages, were not that much but one thing everyone did was to help each other as I mentioned earlier in my stories you could leave your back door open some time we came back from shopping to find a freshly baked loaf, had been left or maybe some homemade butter, We all helped one another. Before the myxomatosis came we lived on rabbit, I loved rabbit pie, we had that most sundays for our dinner. I soon learned how to get a rabbit or two I would be up early I knew where to go the keepers, would have set their rabbit snares I would take a few rabbits before he was around reset the snare and be away, i would bring six or seven back home I would gut and skin the rabbits then share them out with the neighbors sometimes they would give me sixpence god I thought I was rich it is surprising what you could buy with a sixpence.
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The hedge rows covered in gorse in summer
They were lovely days we would walk miles in the summer, as boys we all had a katty in our pockets we would shoot a few rabbits that cutched, in the big nettle patches, in early summer we would be away birds nesting there was more variety of birds in those days sadly missing today. Farming methods have not done our wild life any good. When I was a youngster you would see loads of Hares in the fields I have watched their mating ritual it realy made me laugh the males would fall out over the females it looked just like a boxing match, in our area today you are lucky to see one they seem to have vanished I have been on a few hare drives and have seen over fifty shot on one stand the estates made quite a bit of revenue the Hares would be sent by Train to the big cities or game dealers. A bit more latter

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The hedgerows we would birds nest in the spring
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   Old Thread  #535 1 Oct 2013 at 11.16am  0  Login    Register
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November and October are my favourite time of the year I love the woods when all the leaves change colour winter is approaching fast I can stand in the wooded vale, and just listen to the birds and other wildlife fungus grows under the trees and some grow on the trees, there's been plenty of berries, to feed the birds, and some animals, it won't be long before the little dormouse,, will curl up in her nest and sleep the winter through. It does not matter where you look you will see the nut shells below the trees where the squirrel and others have had their fill you can smell the decay in the wood as leaves rot away .
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The fungus clings to the tree
Next month you will hear the yap of the dog fox as he looks for a mate I have listened to them from my house, you can hear their call on a calm night. They will couple within the next few weeks the cubs. will be born march or april, I have seen them in February. but that's when we had mild winters, as we walk across the fields and the evening closes in you will see old brock huddled up in the fields eating the many worms,he finds. The rabbit, runs for the hedge we have disturbed him feeding on the succulent grass it won't be long before the keeper and his lad will be here with his nets and ferrets, unless the poacher, had been around and caught them first.
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old brock would eat the worms

I have been out on a Novembers night, away I would go with my gun, wrapped in an old sack, with bag on my back I knew the keepers, would be in the pub, so it was a time to poach the pheasants, down the woods, It was an easy job I took a friend with me a lad called john ledington, he was a fair shot himself, we had shot the duck from the honey meadow, many times until one night we were discovered by the keeper. We were never caught but he found the ducks, where I had hidden them so we never ventured there again for a few weeks. No it was down the woods tonight john would shine the light I would do the shooting, we would move from the feed ride deeper into the wood. The trees were loaded with roosting birds we would be away before the keeper had gone to bed we used the sack that covered my gun to carry the birds. we made our way to my home and hung the pheasants along the beam how many john I have counted twenty. it was one in the morning when john made his way home with brace of birds, we would go again but for now we had enough, they would be shared with our neighbours and freinds those left would be sold. a little more latter
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The keeper will be out with his ferrets
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   Old Thread  #534 25 Sept 2013 at 11.23am  0  Login    Register
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I met a chap in our local pub who owned a lovely lake, not very far from my home he gave us permission to fish the lake, he told me there was some good carp, in the water. It was before the bolt rig was invented. The lake was covered in weed there was few holes you could fish, through. We had a look and decided to have a go I had a word with dick walker, about the best way to fish the water, and what bait may work we started to fish the lake, using bread flake, bread paste, flavored with honey, and the humble maggot, cat, food made into paste mixed with bread, we started to catch some lovely chub, that had been stocked into the lake god, they were big seven pounds was about the biggest we caught. I can well remember graham catching seven chub, in one session not one was under six pounds I think the biggest was seven pounds.
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one of the first carp I caught there

Graham could no longer come fishing because of his work load. I had a friend that worked with me his name was George Kimberly, he was a nice chap so I took him along, i hooked my first carp in his company on floating crust he snagged me in the weed bed, I tried to extract him from the weeds it was hopeless so the next best thing was to wade to the weed bed. It was around four feet deep but you could not get you legs through the thick weed, I am afraid we lost him. We tried all day to catch another but failed we did manage to catch a few Tench, but not very big I think we will pull some of this weed, out I said to George, he was all for it we arranged to meet the following Saturday, we arrived armed with a rake head and some rope, we managed to clear quite a nice swim, we will give it a go tomorrow George, and we did and managed to catch our first carp, on floating crust he was seventeen pounds we were over the moon we never had another that day and packed up late in the evening.
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We were only young size did not matter

The only bite alarms I had were the ones dick walker, gave me. George had none and used a doe bobbin on his line between reel and but ring I did have my Mitchell 300 I would put them on the back wind, god i rapped my knuckles a few times but it was worth it we started to catch a few nice fish we were both young but we soon learned we found the average depth was around five ft, I think fishing that lake was the happiest time of my life it did not matter what size fish we caught we loved every minute fishing there. We never saw a soul only the gamekeeper who would come and have a chat the place was heaving with pheasants, and I never touched one. I will continue latter.
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Another from years ago
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   Old Thread  #533 23 Sept 2013 at 10.08pm  0  Login    Register
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Thanks I really appreciate your remarks
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