David,
Forgive me for reminiscing and this hasn’t got a lot to do with Otters but David do you remember Ken the fishery manager and his two assistants Bill & Wally ?
We all use to queue up in the morning and one by one up the steps into Ken’s office to get our ticket
The Pipes and Harrigan’s swims had to be booked in advance with Ken (Half a bottle of Scotch normally did the trick) I have still got a old day ticket somewhere with “Pipe†stamped on it !
The first time I fished the Royalty it was £1.50 per day, you needed a gallon of maggots and 10 lbs of groundbait which you made into large balls filled with maggots then gently lowered them into to your swim – then sat back and watched the Barbel break them open
It was only a mater of time before you watched one of them take your hook bait !
As you say Dave the fishing at waters meet was very special and looking back the river was low and clear as I remember wading out towards the Willow tree with my gear to float fish all day with out any problem – probably one of the best trotting swims ever for Barbel – sadly you cant run a float at all through there anymore
Enough i could go On & On
Dave
High David,
Yes, I certainly do...though I hasten to add that mine were not frequent visits (At least, not nearly as frequent as I would have wished). I don't drive
, so it was all down to who I could scrounge a lift from, living as I did around the Middlesex area...sometimes when times were bad it would be a solitary pilgrimage for that year
However, great times were had, it being just about the most evocative water I have ever fished. Even the dour Ken could not dampen our spirits
Mind you, I am not too sure I could make it to the top of those wretched steps now...whatever posessed them to place the shed/office up there for heavens sake
If you recall, the rivalry between anglers started before you were even on the fishery...the mad rush to get through that gate as soon as the padlock was removed, park the car, then climb those steps as fast as possible to get your ticket, followed by the mad rush, laden down by a mountain of gear, to try to be first to the favoured swims
How we didn't end up having a coronary I don't know...but I am damned sure I would now if I tried it
I recall a friend of mine having great success trundling a chunk of meat through the trammels one year, and then repeating his success in the top weir...and this long, long before the method was popularised by young Ray
. I also recall spotting some large barbel from the bypass bridge, and legging it down there almost wetting myself with excitement and anticipation, only to spend the next couple of hours sinking further and further into dark despondency when the expected bites were not forthcoming. Inevitably, the second I took my eye off of the rod to try to spot the uncooperative fish, the butt cracked me beside the head to remind me of the error of my ways....never fails, does it
. Luckily, despite the ensuing confusion and panic, I somehow landed what turned out to be my first double...I was ever so grateful to it for taking pity on me
I had one rather odd day, when I caught almost every species of fish that inhabits the Avon...including pike and decent carp...on feeder fished maggot :confused: On another 'unusual' occasion, a large and obviously rather sick sea trout beached itself in a cattle drink at my feet, and promptly upped and died
. I popped down and gathered it up, and on the way home we dropped in to the kitchen at the back of a restaurant on the bypass, and sold it...the proceeds payed for our maggots on that trip
We did have the odd twinge of guilt, having told the chef that we had just caught the thing... and I remember praying desperately that the he had not taken the car registration, should it turn out that a few of his customers mysteriously died after consuming a rather expensive portions of 'our' sea trout
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Oddly enough, inbetween all this mayhem, we caught large numbers of barbel...I can only liken the Royalty of those days to the magic of the best of the French mecca's for carpers now...places where dreams are lived out for so many joyous anglers...happy memories indeed Dave.
Cheers, Dave G.