Fishing has slowly become something I used to to in a previous existence – pre child – but like swimming or riding a bike its something that can always be put down and picked back up again when the time suits.

I’ve been doing a lot of walking recently, pushing little Tommy around various fishing venues wistfully wondering about wetting a line, and noting some likely looking spots. When I say I’ve been doing a lot of walking – I really mean A LOT.

Hardly a lake, towpath, river bank hasn’t been covered over the last 18 months in his pushchair – which now has more miles on the clock than a 10 year old taxi.

The battered state of my youngest childs transport hasnt gone un noticed by my families operations director – so a new all singing all dancing go anywhere all terrain vehicle has been purchased.
Look at the gleaming chrome on the wheels here – this won’t last long with the sort of places we like to go walking

We have decided to walk the Cheshire Ring. Starting off at Kidsgrove we decided to walk towards Congleton (about 6 miles) where we could take the train back to the car which was parked in Kidsgrove town center.
All good walks should start and finish at a pub – we chose the Canal Tavern in Kidsgrove.

A lovely early spring day, a bag of bread for the ducks, and a bag of jelly babies for the adults.

There are mile posts along the canal towpath, and after a while we realised that we manage a steady 2 miles an hour.

There was lots of bankside activity, birds building nests, and judging by the freshly dug earth and the pungent aroma a set of fox holes on the far bank.
Lots of lovely rolling Cheshire countryside, early flowers and budding trees

As we approached Congleton we managed to pick up a thorn in one of the tyres – first day out, first puncture. It made pushing the pram awkward as it made it veer to the left all the time. Then amazingly we picked up another thorn in the same flat tyre. The canal and rivers trust had been trimming the hedgerows and the towpath was covered in hawthorn twigs.

No wonder we didnt see many cyclists !
Next to Congleton station we found a corner shop for some sugary snacks and also a DIY store which sold some tyre repair stuff.

A complete waste of £3.99
So despite it being still early – we decided to call it a day.
The trains run once an hour back to Kidsgrove – the train pulled in about 2 minutes after we read the timetable and sat down on the platform. Great timing.
It took 7 minutes on the train to cover the distance we had walked in 3 hours.

Next up will be Congleton to Macclesfield – about 12 miles.

Here is an obligatory picture of the Canal – we only saw one fisherman all day – he was blanking.

I only got out a handfull of times during 2013, so much happening domesticaly that going out fishing became nothing but a flashback to a previous life. A couple of trips out on some local venues (mostly the Rochdale Canal) my fishing kit gathered dust in the shed.

Now the Diddy Duddy isnt so diddy, I’ve decided to pick up the fishing sticks again and get a little more fresh air.
I’ve no intention of returning to being the prolific blogger I once was, but am looking forwards to sharing my fishing adventures with you once again.

So, this afternoon, armed with a stick float and pint of white maggots, I drove north a couple of miles to fish the Irwell for an hour our two a mile or so south of Bury town centre.

The river in this area has been re-stocked earlier this winter with 10,000 mixed roach, dace and chub so I was expecting to bag up on silver tiddlers. But like most of my fishing plans, this plan didnt go to plan and I didnt see a “silver” fish all afternoon but did have the pleasure of catching 4 out of season brownies on single white maggot on an 18s hook.

I had them at 3lb, 2lb, 1lb and 8oz – not bad fish for a cold winters afternoon.

It was great to get a bend in the rod again, and hear the screech of the clutch on my pin.

Here the biggest

And the littlest

A very enjoyable couple of hours – its good to be back.

My life revolves round bottles, nappies and a pram at the moment – and after waiting for so long for little Tommy to decide to come along I’m not in any rush to get outdoors with a fishing rod in hand at the moment.

The poor little lad is only 8 weeks old, and hes already been round Clifton Marina, Broughton Park, Drinkwater Park, The Rochdale Canal, The Bridgewater Canal, and Salford Quays with his dad. This afternoon my sister who has been desperate for “a go” took him out with her kids for a walk in Heaton Park and I was suddenly presented with a couple of free hours.

After wasting an hour dithering about trying to decide whether to go on the MSC tip fishing for bream on a new spot I’ve discovered, or punch fishing on the Bridgewater Canal, I ended up with my lure rod in hand on the lakes behind home Drinkwater Park.

There were half a dozen other pike anglers  out in the Autumn rain – with nothing much doing apart from a 4lb jack between them. I did a circuit of the front and back lakes, then a trip up the valley to Waterdale with nothing to show for my efforts. Both lakes are still too heavily weeded for lure fishing to be effective – a  few hard frost will improve things no end.

Nice to be on the bank – even if it was only for an hour or so – but then again – I’ve got a new little pal at home and I’d rather be staring at him than a float.

There’s been a lot going on at Fishing Fiend Towers recently – a new son Tommy 6lb7oz and the other Tommy (aged 76) in the family being hospitalised for the last month. So with yours truly being both a dutiful father and son, fishing time has been non existent recently.
A weeks “paternity fishing” was wrecked by the incessant rain – with river levels not being conducive to good sport. So with a return to full time working hours beckoning – today was my last chance for a bit of bank time.
I’d promised Paul S ages ago that I would accompany him to a fishery of his choice – and he chose Ginghams near Horwich. To be honest, I’d never heard of the place before – but hey ho I’ve been desperate to get out fishing for ages now so despite yet another rotten weather forcast I gave it a go.

Heres a link to the fishery – http://www.ginghamfisheries.co.uk 

Set on the slopes of Winter Hill – its very picturesque.

The banks of the fishery are very steep, and the water quickly drops away to 10ft only a couple of meters out, so i fished top 2 plus three pole sections, corn as hookbait over a bed of hemp.
Peg 7 – my home for the day

I had a couple of roach and skimmers early on, and then had a run of 4 smallish mirror carp to about 4lbs.
Great fun to watch the 16’s elastic stretch out with the fish being able to run in the open water. Then to stop things getting absurd – the pulla bung did its job as the fish came quickly to the net once tired (I’ve recently re-elasticated all my top kits – so the laccie is still a little slack allowing the fish to give a good stretch on 16s)

As the morning progressed the weather turned, and the forecast wind and rain arrived – at the same time as the bailiff – £4 – not bad for a commie.

I had a few more fish – (all carp) but they seemed to arrive a couple at a time – then nothing for a while. It was only when i added a few pellets to the hemp i was feeding that the fish arrived and stayed.

The last half hour saw a run of 6 fish in 6 put ins – with the float burying nearly as soon as it had settled. The effect of getting the feeding right made such a massive difference with the last fish being nearly double the size of anything I’d had earlier in the day.

Paul S, had a similar day – catching carp intermittently on pellet waggler, as did his friend also conveniently named Paul, and Luke who also tagged along with us – did very well on method feeder catching a good stamp of skimmers regularly throughout the day.

So would i go back to Ginghams  – absolutely – I think I’ll organise a club match on here sometime between now and the end of November – It will give me something to look forwards to in the midst of all the sleepless nights and dirty nappies.

You can’t keep a good quest down – I know they’re there and one day I will finally achieve my goal. Today wasn’t that day.

Other than chasing dreams on the river, I’ve been roach fishing up at Maceys in Bury, and on the Old River in Irlam. Fishing caster shallow at both venues I’ve been very frustrated missing a high % of bites. A switch to a wider gape hook saw me improve my bite to fish ratio but theres still a long way to go with the fine tuning of my rig before I’m happy.
One very pleasing thing I’ve discovered is incredible growth rate of the roach in the Old River, last spring we couldnt catch roach any bigger than half and ounce – this summer the fish are averaging 4oz – looks like it will be a cracking fishery again in the near future.

I also had good sport on the Old River with pike, taking 6 fish to 6lbs by fishing a sleeper rod live bait just a foot or two past the end of my keepnet. Great to see this place making such a good comeback.

I spent the evening on a local stream with Pete. My first time on this particular water I had no idea what to expect. Pete told me that i had the chance of trout, roach, perch, chub and dace.
He wasnt wrong – we caught the lot in less than an hour.

I found it to be a beautiful bit of water, lots of fish to be caught amongst the Starwort

Even the rain didnt see us off.

The rivers been unfishable for large parts of this summer – and during the windows when the river has been fishable yours truly has been under the thumb, dressed in decorators garb brush and roller in hand.
I’ve been trying to get out for an evening on the river with Adam (Rawtenstall Kick Sampler) for ages now, and we finally made it out fishing together on Saturday evening.
A nice bright evening – the fish were initially thin on the ground, but as the evening wore on and our ring rustiness wore off we started to get amongst the fish.
My old favourite the “irwell imp” accounted for the largest fish of the evening, which despite coming in at less than a pound ran me all over the river on our light tackle.

A cracking evening, doing something I’ve really missed.
My early season decision to target specimen fish hasnt come to fruition, as i seem to have been sidetracked organising and fishing a series of matches. Not my favourite form of fishing, but I’m glad to report that I’ve finished in the top half of each match, and managed to win one of them (my first ever match win).

A Diddy Duddy is due at the end of August which I’m sure will curtail fishing activity even more effectively than the bad weather, so I cant see any of my early season targets being acheived without a huge dollop of luck.

The blogs been quiet recently – that doesnt meant I’ve not been fishing though – lots of sessions with nothing really worth writing about – and a couple of big fish getting off have numbed the urge to write.

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…and if you watch the video at the top, then read the background to the Kelham Island hydro scheme and wish that the good folk of Sheffield would learn from the terrible consequences of hydro schemes elsewhere and reverse the decision to plough ahead with their own hydro scheme, please vote on the petition at the top right hand side of the blog.  You need not be a citizen of Sheffield to vote. All you need to be is a citizen of the world and care about the life in and around the world’s rivers.



…the terrible consequences of hydro schemes elsewhere…

The river Don, a natural salmon river, has suffered about 400 years of abuse.  It is an amazing example of how a river can come back to life if folks stop abusing it.  The saddest aspect of this scheme is that, after a few short years of improvement, the river Don is going to be set back to the impoverished state it was in, when really it should be getting all the help it can to keep on coming fully back to life.

You can give the Don some help by registering and voting your disapproval on http://waterfeature1.blogspot.co.uk/2012/06/screening-and-cleaning.html

(Lifted from Regular Rods blog but well worth the copy and paste)

Another problem is that the noise from these small scale hydro-electric schemes may be scaring off migrating fish, preventing them from reachng their spawning grounds. See this article on the Settle Hydro:
http://www.yorkshirepost.co.uk/news/at-a-glance/main-section/salmon-fishing-harmed-by-hydro-scheme-1-4193772
Of course this problem is also very critical locally, where three hydro schemes are being installed (one already generating) on the Goyt, which has a nascent salmon run, not yet properly established. The hydro scheme may well ensure that the salmon run NEVER gets to be of any significant size.

(thanks JayZs)

The track down to the Lagoons is best described as “a bit rough” – which also happens to be a good description of a few of the locals down in deepest darkest Salford. But as you turn left at the end of the track – you get a glimpse of a wildlife haven in the centre of one of the UKs dirtiest industrial areas. Its a real green oasis – which you have to see for yourself to really appreciate. My description of the locals might be a little off putting – a better description would be hard outer shell – soft inner centre – like chocolate eclairs. The work these lads have done is incredible and the transformation they have made to the lagoons incredible.

The Lagoons have been over run and neglected for years prior to Salford Lads Angling Club taking an interest a couple of years ago. 1000s of tyres, a few cars and a couple of tons of scrap metal have been dredged from the depths by a couple of dozen volunteers and theyve now turned the place into  a cracking little fishery which is available to everyone for a £2 day ticket.

I set up on one of the central pegs on the main lake, fishing slightly to the right of a big pad of lilys. I used finely chopped spam as groundbait, and fished lumps of spam and 4mm soft hooker pellet on the hook to catch a steady stream of rudd, skimmers tench and crucians. A very enjoyable evening. There are a few lumps in there too waiting to be caught – as i got busted a couple of times by big fish which ran me straight into the lily beds.
Am looking forwards to coming back again.