Mr Bean Goes To The Angel?

robinta

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When i started fishing about 40 years ago, it used to always be me and my granda. We were both self taught and progressed from trout fishing to coarse, and living in Tyne and Wear back then, never caught much but had fun.

My granda was the kindest, sweetest human its been my privilege to know, but he wasn't exactly 'at one with the world'

He always seemed to be one step away from disaster (fishing or otherwise), from falling in often, to slicing off half a finger on the bank and trying to make a bandage from a plastic bag (he proudly showed me his solution, which was basically just helping highlight where the blood was coming from.)
When fishing he has a zorro strike that could launch a 2oz roach into orbit, and any vegetation within 50 feet of his peg was guaranteed to get an introduction to his rig at some point.

I mention this because it seems at 52, I'm now exhibiting many of the same attributes.

Last Friday I took my son fishing for my first trip in 5 years and managed to snap my no 4 section and put 2 cracks in the no. 6.

With a bit of a telescopic conversion, I was back ready to fish solo this time and headed back to The Angel Of The North, but to fish Bowes Lake, for the first time ever.

Bowes is predominately a carp lake (70% carp to silvers) and I was really looking forward to it.

On unpacking my gear I realised I'd somehow left the no 6 section at home.. So I was going to fish close in!

In truth this wasn't a problem as Id been advised that fishing short was the way to go. I fed a couple of lines and had my first 3lb common within a few minutes. The Fish always seem to fight like crazy here and today was no exception, each one usually tearing off on at least one run before tiring.

I stepped up to the heaviest top kit and elastic I had, which seemed to help with the next fish, I nice 6-7 lb common again.

This is where the wheels started to come off.

I'd taken the fish back from the bank to weigh on my unhooking mat and hadn't realised that the hook for the topkit was still baited and must have touched the water where it was grabbed by an eager carp.I watched incredulously as it slid off the bar into the pond and slowly moved over the surface of the water, before turning near vertical and gliding to my left, 8" of the pole sticking up from the water like a great White's dorsal Fin as it moved towards the bottom of the lake.

I went for a look but realised there was nothing to do to retrieve it at the moment, so returned to fishing with a lighter set up. As it is so long since I fished regularly, I have no idea exactly which type of elastic I was using (being sealed in a dark rod tube meant that the elastic was still fine, no perishing etc), but I think it was a 12-14 hollow.

I'd just returned the next fish I'd caught and somehow after 'brushing against the pole' added another crack into the no. 4 section! At this point the thought of drowning myself did cross my mind, but instead I telescoped the pole section (again) and returned to fishing with my new home made short no. 4.

Other the next few hours I banked around 40 carp to 7lbs, but probably lost as many mainly in hook pulls. At some point the elastic would bottom out and if I couldn't turn their heads, inevitably something would give.

I landed a bigger mirror and netted it a bit further out and shipped the net back as the handle shattered. The irony of this breakage was that I'd drummed into my son on our last trip, to never lift a landing net by the handle and always hold it at the ferrule. I looked at my despondent carbon pole flopping in the breeze, probably feeling like Pele before he discovered viagra.

By now the sound of exploding and splintering fishing accessories had become normal, so I found an old spare handle and started again, trying to land fish.

It had become time to pack up and in truth I'd probably had the biggest weight of fish I'd ever had, but tinged with frustration at losing so many.

I decided to have one more go at retrieving my errant top kit. By now it had settled about 25m out in front of a guy fishing called Chris who'd kindly tried to hook it for me, but to no avail.

"why don't you go out in the boat and get it?" he said.
"boat?" I replied and realised he meant the small one man dingy that was tucked up in some reeds a few pegs down.

Now, I think the last time I rowed a boat was 35 years ago too, and this didn't look appealing with a watching audience.

I considered leaving the top kit and writing off the financial loss (it seemed the attached carp had managed to escape its marker by now), but when I started factoring in my other breakages, I realised I had to give it a go.

I dragged the boat to the peg next to Chris, having received his permission to go into the water and probably destroy his fishing.

Getting in the boat was a bit wobbly but fine, although the amount of water coming into the dingy and wetting my feet was alarming. The next bit was trying to manoeuvre the vessel. It was effectively a rowing boat, and I knew I had to go backwards but could I go straight? Not a chance. Chris said he was going to video the show for posterity but I managed to beg him not to, knowing the footage could end up on You've Been Framed or worse at my inquest or in a divorce court. I kept moving away from the intended position going completely the wrong direction, and by now was around 40m out.. I decided to row the way I was facing and started to make very slow progress. I apologised to 2 older guys fishing a different peg, as they looked bemused at my graceful prowess.

Eventually I got to the top kit and retrieved it in one sharp action (sans carp) and got back to the bank.

I wasn't sure how to get out of the boat in the correct manner, so decided to roll onto the landing platform like a beached whale, and unbelievably made it back to my peg without landing on the pole section (which would have finished me off for sure)

So very much a mixed day.

Some mild disasters but great fishing as ever. Probably one of my best ever bags, but would gave been interesting to see what I would have achieved with the right elastic. Granda would have been proud, in so many ways!

I'm off to see if I get get a custom pole made by JCB or Meccano. I have a 16m pole for sale, may show some signs of use *) in 23 convenient sections.

* actual length nearer 15m now

Thanks for reading 😊

Robin
 
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Bless you, sounds like a day best forgotten.:eek:
 

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I had a similar experience with a boat and massed onlookers. I was fishing with my brother many years ago standard waggler on one rod and a ledgered meatball pn another. This was a mix silvers small up to 5 Lb carp lake that was on a farmers land. They wren't called commercials back then just lakes, :)

Needless to say it was one of those days where no one on e bank was catching, after a couple of hours, call of nature dictated a trip to the portaloo. Told my brother to watch my rods till I returned. Getting back to the peg I saw my brother standing next to the float rod that I had reeled in, looking out towards the lake, where my ledger rod was being towed around by a carp. Only one thing for it borrow the Indian canoe and use the single paddle to retrieve the rod.

Managed to get alongside the still floating rod, picked it up and it was locked solid on what I thought was a snag, that is until the snag started to move off towing the canoe sideways ! I tried everything lifting the rod high, whilst trying to paddle in reverse to try to tire the carp, nothing doing still being dragged around albeit a bit slower.

The Farmer that owned the lake came down, cos he thought he had an Anti angling protest going on. :D The farmer reckoned that someone had put one of the specimen carp from the neighbouring lake into the match lake.

My arm was aching holding the rod and with the line singing in the eyes I don't know if I was more relieved that the line snapped or gutted to have lost a monster (to me then) carp. :D

Paddling back to the bank all I could see was my brother roaring with laughter, the git, :D:D
 
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I had a similar experience with a boat and massed onlookers. I was fishing with my brother many years ago standard waggler on one rod and a ledgered meatball pn another. This was a mix silvers small up to 5 Lb carp lake that was on a farmers land. They wren't called commercials back then just lakes, :)

Needless to say it was one of those days where no one on e bank was catching, after a couple of hours, call of nature dictated a trip to the portaloo. Told my brother to watch my rods till I returned. Getting back to the peg I saw my brother standing next to the float rod that I had reeled in, looking out towards the lake, where my ledger rod was being towed around by a carp. Only one thing for it borrow the Indian canoe and use the single paddle to retrieve the rod.

Managed to get alongside the still floating rod, picked it up and it was locked solid on what I thought was a snag, that is until the snag started to move off towing the canoe sideways ! I tried everything lifting the rod high, whilst trying to paddle in reverse to try to tire the carp, nothing doing still being dragged around albeit a bit slower.

The Farmer that owned the lake came down, cos he thought he had an Anti angling protest going on. :D The farmer reckoned that someone had put one of the specimen carp from the neighbouring lake into the match lake.

My arm was aching holding the rod and with the line singing in the eyes I don't know if I was more relieved that the line snapped or gutted to have lost a monster (to me then) carp. :D

Paddling back to the bank all I could see was my brother roaring with laughter, the git, :D:D
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Might still end up on You been framed yet once Ann's watched it on the CCTV lol.
 

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Have either of you immediately above considered taking up golf as an alternative hobby?:love::oops:.......Scratch that thought!:oops:;)

At least in my case nothing got broken, other than my heart in losing the carp :cry:

I do believe when it was caught and returned to the specimen lake it was nicknamed 'Tug' :ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:
 

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At least in my case nothing got broken, other than my heart in losing the carp :cry:

I do believe when it was caught and returned to the specimen lake it was nicknamed 'Tug' :ROFLMAO::ROFLMAO:

^^:giggle:.....Fishing on the Severn many moons ago with my now sadly departed friend 'Frank' (RIP), he had one of the driest senses of humour I've ever known.:giggle:.....After being repeatedly warned about the 'three foot barbel twitch', he turned to say something to me and the inevitable happened. The rod flew out of the rests and the butt smacked him on the back of his neck!.....Panic ensued with his hands/arms flying around attempting to grab the rod, he muttered those immortal words, "I nearly missed that bite Mark!":giggle::ROFLMAO:.....Thankfully, eventually, all ended well, barbel was landed and returned safely....

I bet he's looking down from above as I type these words and smiling....God bless you mate, I still dearly miss your company...:)
 
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