An angler's journal

An angler's journal
Showing posts with label Match Fishing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Match Fishing. Show all posts

Sunday, 21 September 2014

The Mecca of Match Angling - Not quite

Saturday saw me take part in my first 'Parish Games Angling' match with 17 teams consisting of up to three anglers taking part. The organisers said it was the best turn out for some years so spirits were reasonably high. The venue was the Warks Avon's Evesham town waters, home of the famous 'Evesham Festival' which attracts some of the biggest names in angling every August bank holiday. Indeed, a search on the internet claims the stretch is the 'mecca of match angling'.

Having struggled the previous week in my warm up a few miles downstream, I expected sport to be slow. The Warks Avon is not in great condition at the moment and like most rivers across the country it could do with a good flush of rainwater. The draw revealed pegs 12 and 30 for my team. Both pegs had thrown up Barbel throughout the summer according to the match results and managing one of those would almost certainly be enough.

My view for the day
I arrived at peg 30. The river was clear but there was a reasonable flow and it looked as good as anywhere. I decided that I'd begin the first 20 minutes all out for a Barbel. If I could manage a decent fish then I could sit back for the next 4 hours and relax. Obviously, it never came. However, I hadn't lost too much ground if the lack of action on the pegs either side of me was anything to go by. I switched to my stick float line, which I had been feeding from the off and found some fish. Like last week, they were small although I did have a string of 2oz Perch which I hoped would stick around (they didn't) After about sixty minutes or so bites slowed. A switch to worm and feeder saw a positive pull but the result was only a Gudgeon. I managed another before what felt like a two hour drought regardless of method. I eventually found a few more fish on the stick float during the last hour before throwing caution to the wind and praying for a Barbel in the final half hour. The 'all out' was announced and a chat with my neighbour confirmed that it had been a struggle. He weighed 14oz, I managed 12oz. The section was won with 1lb 3oz and the whole match was won with 2lb 8oz. Pretty grim considering I was on the 'mecca of match angling'.

I got bored
Bretforton were victorious and boasted the overall winner in their ranks, which was fortunate given the under par performance of fellow blogger Joe Chatterton ;). So all in all, a pretty disappointing return fishing wise although it was nice to make a few angling acquaintances. It also confirmed that I am no match angler and despite it being my bread and butter as a teenager, I don't regret my decision to feed my angling fix in other ways.

Sunday, 14 September 2014

Putting in the hard yards

Next Saturday sees me participating in the Wychavon Parish Games on the Avon at Evesham. I have to admit that I haven't fished a match since the 1990s and the reason for that is that it is everything that I'm not when it comes to fishing. However, I'll be representing my village next week so with that in mind I had a few hours on the Warks Avon today in an attempt to reacquaint myself with a few different styles. With the river running low and clear I expected sport to be slow but the next few hours proved to be very frustrating. Bites weren't difficult to get but they were occurring as soon as the bait hit the surface and the culprits were small Dace. As a result, they were lightening quick, difficult to hit and led to me missing more than I hit. Even heavy baiting couldn't see them off so I just had to plough on.
Typical of the size caught


The fish were tiny - averaging three to the ounce. A fish of a couple of ounces was a bonus fish. I ended with 47 fish for 1lb which meant a lot of effort for very little return. I also have to admit to not actually enjoying it all that much. Hopefully, next week's match will be a bit more profitable and I can then return to normality.
This swan managed to divert my attention