Monday, 27 February 2017
I was given this delightful picture a while ago by a chap I have sometimes bought treasures from - you know how it goes - "here Dickie, you would like this" - "yes, I certainly would, thanks".
I like the cut of his jib. He's nicely turned out, almost casual and a mighty fine hat to boot. The pike might actually be for his supper as it certainly looks like this specimen is not to be returned to wherever it was caught. Is that a wall, or an allotment behind? The houses seem to have plentiful gardens - an Irish scene? Who knows, but he is welcome in my study and I shall give him a nod when I return home from a pike adventure and raise my glass to him.
Friday, 24 February 2017
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
After fishing the Hampshire Avon off and on for well over 30 years I realised that actually my affections were swinging towards another river - the Dorset Stour. I have always had a liking for it, especially the middle and upper reaches.
As the year turned I also realised that I no longer have any permits to fish the Avon - all of mine are for the Stour. I can't really call myself a man of the Stour as I guess that honour comes after many more years treading its banks but I do know my love is strong for this jewel of a river, so long in its near neighbours shadow.
You will have noticed from my recent posts that pike have got a hold of me lately - I really enjoy the simplicity of pike fishing, especially when it involves a lightweight spinning rod, net and shoulder bag. What with last knockings edging ever so closely to 6pm I can even sneak in quick after work trips on my way home and again start to feel like all is getting along nicely with the world again.
There has been something of a shift this last week or so. The noise generated by the birds is just superb. Not just at home, but riverside as well. My latest foray was made even more enjoyable by the birdsong - what is it at this time of year when a blackbird is in full voice? They stopped me in my tracks as I cast my Ondex spinner in search of a Stour Esox.
My last few trips here have rewarded me with sightings and sounds of the shy water rail - on each occasion I see and hear him going about his delicate business hoping to not be spotted.
I can walk miles travelling light, only guided by the distant church bell chimes as to how far I have actually walked. This last trip had seen me have my fill as I got back to the car as the Norman church bell rang out at six - four small fish to about 7lbs was enough to keep me going and give me my fix until my next trip. The verges around the church awash with snowdrop, crocus and daffodil.
Monday, 20 February 2017
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
As is the norm on the 14th of February - we raise a glass and say many happy returns to our dear and much missed friend Bernard Venables. Here are some examples of his work from my collection which I hope you will enjoy on this special day.