Who am I?

An individual, of no great importance, who is unable to see the natural world as a place for competition. I catch fish, watch birds, derive immense pleasure from simply looking at butterflies, moths, bumble-bees, etc - without the need for rules! I am Dylan and this is my blog - if my opinions offend? Don't bother logging on again - simple!


Saturday 12 January 2019

Little steps

Right up until the middle of November, the perch project was just fumbling along with no signs of me actually learning anything about the fish I was after, let alone catching one! Although the venue I targeted had produced some spectacular fish, during the previous season, I failed dismally. Location, or rather lack of, being the major obstacle, I simply didn't find them. My salvation came about as a result of a club work party, over at Marshside. The club secretary telling me about some perch that had been taken in a recent match. Very interesting and enough of a story to encourage me to swap venues and have a bash. That very first visit was all I could have wished for, two two's landed and plenty of other signs of perch activity. At last I was on a venue where I could develop my techniques as I seek that three pounder; a fish which will indicate that my project is headed in the right direction.

Ultimately, I suppose, the capture of a perch over 3 lbs 8 oz will see me satisfied with these fish and allow me to move on to other species with which I still have unfinished business. I'm not certain that this club venue will provide such a specimen, but the lessons learned whilst fishing here will stand me in good stead for any further fisheries that I visit in my quest. When, at last, I do succeed? Chub is the most obvious glitch in my PB statistics and will probably provide the next challenge when that time arrives. I don't think that I'll ever get serious about tench fishing again? Having experienced Wilstone at it's absolute peak, and being part of that historical period, ensures that anything else will be an anti-climax; no matter what size the tench now grow to. Carp? Well, when I've eventually succeeded in my split cane challenge, I'd like to think that I'll just be able to forget all about them. However, wild carp are very different creatures to those commercial puddle inhabitants and will, I'm sure, continue to draw me back to the flatlands long after the thirty has been secured within my landing net. Using a Dick Walker designed split cane rod just adds another dimension to the experience and it's something of which I hope I never tire. Pike will always be part of my angling year, although I no longer have any great desire to chase monsters (at present). I can't foresee a time when I fail to be excited by the bite indicator registering another pick up of my dead bait. They are the one constant along my entire angling adventure, no matter how many distractions I encounter en route.

Three Holes - October 1985
Crazy memories of absolute mayhem and anarchy
Now there is one species with which I'd love to reacquaint myself; Zander! Probably been best part of thirty years since I last caught one? As English as egg fried rice, they are still a species which hold a great many fond memories. People, places, mis-behaviour, generally pulling a few strokes, these fish evoke some of the happiest memories from a period of absolute lunacy. Not too sure if anything will ever become of this desire, but it is certainly something that's on my wish list.


  1. Seen some cracking rudd just behind where that bivvy was pitched this year Dylan.

    1. BB - that's an original "Brolly Camp" - basically a canvas tent thrown over a Wave-lock umbrella! All I remember about Three Holes are Zander, Pike and hoards of bootlace eels! Lots of beer in The Cherry Tree at Welney, or The Ship at Manea, happy days!

  2. Never caught a Zander myself Dyl. The only one I've seen was at Claydon when I witnessed others catching Cats (27 & 30lb's) on the baits I provided. Come to think of it, I've never caught a Cat either.
    I wonder what I was doing half the time.

    1. Ric,
      Very sorry about this tardy response, much going on that isn't blogging material! I also saw my first Zed at Claydon, although I actually caught it! Got onto the Fens in the 1983 autumn and loved it so much that we just kept going back. Needed a Great Ouse rod license, back then, and they used to run out on 31st December - weird? As you know, I caught plenty of Cats from the Leighton Buzzard AC fisheries, spending many happy days in company of Vic Gillings and co. I think the best bit was having the opportunity to cross swords with Maddocks and Baldock - man we had some fun! Take care mate - I'll email you with some background stuff later in the week - Dyl