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I had the pleasure over breakfast this morning of watching Hugh Miles's film of 'Tom's River' on YouTube and wanted to share it with you. It is about the Avon, not Donhead Ponds, but the sentiments and experiences are very similar - the change of seasons, the necessary work, the interdependence of creatures. I loved it and hope you will too if you don't know it.
Down at the ponds I hope that the activity of the tree planters will keep any curious cormorants away. There were two about much earlier but hopefully our white ropes and sanctuaries will protect our fish from the wretched birds.
There has been heron sign on the banks of the lower pond, but I always regard that as hopeful because he wouldn't be there if there were no fish to catch, and he's a fair fisherman, like us, not a poacher like the cormorant.
After Christmas, when the leaves have finally gone and the cold weather has come, there are one or two routine jobs for us, all on the lower pond. We need to pollard the yellow willows on the dam, tidy up one of the two refuges on the Semley bank and the one next to the 'Armchair Swim', where the willow is getting too massive. I always look forward to our work parties down there, complete with Kelly Kettle and charcoal spuds plus a madeleine or two.
The leak by the sluice was obvious during the recent high water conditions so we'll need to do some more engineering work there, too.
Till then, though, enjoy your well-earned rest and build up your strength for the challenges to come!!! I hope to see you at the book launch on 7th December for a yarn or two.
I've attached one or two of my favourite pics of the ponds.
What a handsome bird. It's been down there for a week now (the trail camera 'captured' it late one evening).
Ponds look good, with a healthy flow of water, as you might expect. NO invaders apart from the swan, as far as I can tell from the camera results. Planting of conifers(!) is about to begin on the field up to Donhead St Mary. Perhaps broadleaves will follow - I do hope so. Anyway, the activity in the yard will discourage cormorants and get them out of the habit of looking at the ponds, if in fact that was a danger.
Fellow Donhead anglers
Now we have done everything we can to keep our fish safe in both ponds, so fingers crossed that they come through the winter unscathed. I know there are others who would have been there today if they could have been but particular thanks to Nigel, Terry, Cole, David Redwood (how keen is that!), Mark and Robin for their sterling efforts. I'll send a pic of the finished arrangement of ropes later, or perhaps Terry will. The dam wall has been cleared to make it easier to put the net in position when we come to sort out the fish in the spring.
We worked p.m. rather than a.m. once the deluge had stopped and the sun, believe it or not, began to break through. I've seldom seen the pond higher and the level was still rising when we left. It would have fished well, I have no doubt! We saw bubbles and lily movement and a fish or two broke surface.
Couple of nice shots from the trail camera, the first, sunrise on the pond, and the second? Was it a bird? A plane? Duncan pre-bating for June 16th 2020? Or the black peril?
Time to get the ropes over perhaps.
Well, the long awaited Avon Roach Project fundraiser guest day arrived yesterday - with the two lucky chaps (Gary & Glen) arriving at the ponds at 10 o'clock.
The sun was already warm by then, but at dawn the temperature at home was only just nudging 7 degrees centigrade, so I was already somewhat fearful ahead of a day which was forecast to be bright and sunny.
The chaps were blown away by the natural beauty of the ponds (a reminder of how lucky we are), and Trevor Harrop soaked up the relaxing atmosphere too - no doubt providing a temporary respite from the hectic preparation for this year's fundraiser.
The obligatory tour around both ponds resulted in the inevitable discussion about where to fish, and although the more logical choice would perhaps have been to seek the warmth of the sunshine, Gary and Glen were (understandably) seduced by the intimacy and traditional feel of the more shady bank.
I wasn't overly concerned at this point, as there was still a nice colour to the water, and signs of bubbling fish and twitching pads. However, by mid-afternoon the writing was on the wall, with no bites, and a variety of baits being tried, the fishing was decidedly 'tricky'. The bubbles continued and the pads kept twitching, but the fish simply weren't hungry.
I don't know if I was imagining it, but I swear that by the time the chaps had to pack up at 6pm (ahead of a long drive home) the water looked decidedly clearer, and as the magic last hour wasn't an option we reluctantly walked away from possibly our last chance at dusk.
To be fair, Glen did winkle out two small roach, and thankfully both Gary and Glen were the sort of anglers to appreciate the venue enough to have had a great day anyway.
Peter popped down to £ on progress, and remarked that the warmer bank and last-knockings may have provided more fish..probably true, but to be honest it was just 'one of those days' which I suspect we've all experienced at Donhead at least once before.
Two other noteworthy things - firstly, the 'chirring' arrival (or passing through at least) of around 30 Fieldfare...surely the earliest I've ever seen them...cold winter ahead perhaps?
And secondly, another amusing interaction with Moby Dick...I lobbed a free offering of a corner of crust to it, as it lay basking near the dam. The bread landed about 18 inches in front of its nose. The carp casually swam straight to it and looked for all the world as if it was going to stick its nose up and slurp the bread down. However, at the last second, with its nose almost touching the crust, it stopped dead in its tracks and turned away. This wouldn't be particularly note-worthy, but the fish then proceeded to swim at pace out of the weed-bed and straight up to the opposite end of the lake...the first time it had left the sanctuary of the weeds all morning! I suspect he/she may have had an unpleasant encounter with bread before!
Of course despite the lack of fish the day wasn't wasted, with the usual interactions with nature (kingfisher, swallows, martins, dragon flies, kestrel) and the obligatory tea, sandwiches, pork pie and cake made the event very pleasurable.
Fingers crossed we get another warm air-flow soon to prolong the season, I fear further cold nights might make things even more challenging!
Cheers for now,
Just to say, guys, that the ponds look in fine fettle after the rain and cooler weather. The lower pond is over the top board again and the camera has seen no sign of a big black bird since my one sighting. The water is still coloured so the fish should still be feeding.
Management plans are as follows. Once the leaves are dropping, perhaps we can pollard the yellow-barked willows on the lower pond dam and cut new stakes from them for the ropes on the top pond. Perhaps we should put those in place by early October, once the herbage has died down a bit?
I think the netting to thin out the fish in the top pond should wait until early April, when the ropes can come down to make things easier and when the weed and water lilies should be less inconvenient. I hope we'll be able to put some fish in the lower pond then and sell any surplus. It'll be interesting to see how the perch have done - quite well, I guess, unless we have cormorant problems despite the ropes. So far, though, they seem to have done a good job over winter.
I want to keep the tench and perch in the upper pond, together with the crucians and roach; keeping the lower pond for just crus and roach - though of course we could get fry trickling downstream from the top pond to confound my plans!
I hope you enjoy the rest of the summer/autumn down there. The blackberries are abundant.
This Saturday there's a bit of a social organised by Jim. I'm sure there'll be some swims free if you want to turn up!
My first trip to the ponds this year and my first fish........ I did need to wait nearly four hours for my first decent bite though!
It doesn't perhaps look it, however it is over 3 lbs and 18" long!
Nothing exceptional to report, except for a very pleasant five hours on the upper pond. Kingfisher very active, about twenty duck tried to come in at last light, and some small bats buzzed us - pipistrelles?
As for the fishing, we'd have done better had the maggots been in good condition. The fish didn't want to eat anything else. Corn, pellets, wheat - all met with a very limited response. It was slow to start with but after 7pm the surface came alive with rising fish, mostly small, and some spectacular bubbling that grew more intense as it got darker. As we were packing at 9pm bigger fish began to break surface and I'm sure that they would have fed into darkness, so look out your beta lights.
The weed is thicker now but the swims are all nicely clear, though you know where the rake is should you need it. WE fished on the A30 bank, me in the Land's End swim, Neil in Jim's Swim. I also dabbled in Cole's little swim on the other side of the lily bed. There I had a fish a cast, reward for doing a bit of raking there on Wednesday.
The level is up to and over the top board, but flows are reducing and the lower pond is slowly falling, though not to crisis level.
We had roach to half a pound and crucians to about a pound, in good numbers, plus one PERCH to Neil! That's the third one reported. Over half a pound and in very good condition. Given the number of very small fish in the pond there may be some big perch in there in the near future - they grow fast in the right circumstances. Trouble is, they can breed fast as well! The roach have bred and there are plenty of tiddlers - they move out of the swim when the crus move in and the smaller crus move out when the big ones move in, it seems. No sign of any tench or of Moby Dick, unless the disturbance in the reeds opposite was the carp - though it could have been birds. Moorhens active as the evening drew on - she has four young ones, now well grown.
Enjoy the September fishing - it can often be very good there. But you'll need to dodge the tiddlers or work your way through them. We'll thin out the fish this winter.
Fished Donhead Top Lake yesterday from 12:45 - 16:45 and caught crucian, largest 1lb 12oz (picture below), roach to 8oz and a tench around the pound mark. All on maggot and caster. Slight rain and mainly overcast. Saw the carp cruising and swallows diving for flies on the waters surface and many colourful dragonflies, all making for an enjoyable afternoon. Will try again soon.
I travelled up to the ponds today and fished both upper and lower, my only success came from the upper being a small roach. Fishing for me has been a bit odd over the last few days as I tried a new acquisition a Milwards Spinversa (1959) yesterday and only caught roach also from another water.
Moby Dick was taunting me I even dropped a bait right under its nose to no avail, a very wary character!
P.S. Leigh toook this nice little video of Mody Dick. Enjoy! BR, Cole
As I hit Exeter on my journey up to the ponds the rain was still biblical and I questioned should I turn around and try another day, it was still early morning and I thought things may improve and with a family holiday over the next few weeks, opportunities would be limited to try again.
By the time I arrived at the ponds the clouds and the skies were clear, a quick telephone call to the wife that confirmed we still had the rain back home. The upper pond as always looks mystical as I walked around to see if Moby Dick was showing an appearance but he couldn't be seen this morning. For myself, the challenge was now the lower pond and will be for the foreseeable future.
There were no signs of life, no telltale crucian bubbles to give me any indication of where to place myself for the day but I chose an area to tuck myself into should the rain arrive later in the day. After plumbing the depth several times I could see that I was fishing fairly shallow and a small scattering of hemp was used to tempt any fish moving to stop and possibly grace my landing net. As before two fine roach came along in quick succession and were probably my personal bests, I did not weigh them but slipped them back quickly after a quick cellphone snap.
The next few hours passed with no motion on the float, my eyes were beginning to feel strained watching the tiny float head so I walked both ponds probing the subsurface with the underwater camera to hopefully capture some fine footage, which later after view was rather disappointing as i noted only small roach darting around the bottom. I had to leave by early afternoon as I had to pick my son up from nursery by 18:00 and I had to do some explaining as he was disappointed I had gone fishing without him! A return to the float rod and I connected to a roach that slipped the hook just as I was trying to get the landing net underneath, this would have been my PB! Another hook pull to what possibly could have been a crucian left me to think was I going to have to try and fit another date in prior to returning to work after my holidays. Terry arrived and provided a welcome relief from watching the float, but with time ticking away I decided one last cast. After around 15 mins a tiny knock on the float, yes another roach to my angling adventure today. Did I keep thinking about where are the crucians? why only large roach today and no smaller ones chomping at my hookbait?
I decided as we always do this had to be my last cast as I did not want to hit all the rush hour traffic. The tiniest of bite indications followed, lift the rod or wait? Thankfully I stuck into a crucian, I could tell instantly by the way it moved around in the water, thankfully I managed to land it despite slipping on the steep bank slope and was pleased to see this little character finally grace my landing net. A quick return to the van and goodbye to Terry had me on my way home already thinking of when I can return.
I had an unexpected few hours free on Sunday evening, and so I grabbed the chance to fish the top pond.
Rob had arrived just before me, and he quickly settled into catching steadily on maggots - roach, smaller crucians, and a couple of real clunkers came his way. He was clearly enjoying himself.
In contrast, things were slow on my side of the pond. I'd set myself up under the shelter of the big oak (it rained briefly as I tackled up), and I fished next to the little overhanging willow between the reeds and lily-pads. I didn't take any maggots, and so I raked the swim and put in a bit of groundbait - then squeezed a bit of stinky paste around the hook, and sat back to await events.
The fizzing and bubbling started quite quickly, and then the float started giving the odd indication that there were fish in the swim. But I'd set myself up with a fairly crude 'lift-method' rig, and so I sat on my hands and waited for a proper bite.
For some reason, I chose to use my childhood float rod rather than the cane 'Kennet Perfection' which has been my weapon of choice at Donhead since the season began. The rod I was using was a Shakespeare 'Radial Carbon' - a real throw-back to the first generations of carbon rods, which over time has grown to have a rather pleasing retro charm. It's the perfect rod for crucians and 'pond-sized' tench, and so I was perfectly confident that it would (as it has done in the past) happily handle anything the top pond could throw at it.
The fizzing and bubbling slowly subsided, and still without a fish, I was starting to think about throwing in a bit more groundbait, but then, in text-book style, the float smoothly rose up out of the water, pausing momentarily at the point of balance, before falling flat on the surface.
I'm afraid I wasn't patient enough to wait for the final sliding away, instead I lifted the rod smartly upwards and set the hook.
It was really at this point that things got a bit weird...the three or four feet of line beyond the rod tip were obviously taken up on the strike, but unlike the hoped for 'lively yet firm' resistance, there was a solid weight which was totally static.
I lifted the rod a bit more, but rather than anything giving way, the rod simply bent further towards the handle and made no impression on what I'd snagged at all.
Unbeknownst to me, the creature on the other end of the line was also pondering the situation, and it came to the correct conclusion half a moment before I did.
I was just starting to think that I'd maybe hooked the bottom when the entire swim exploded. The area of water between the pads and reeds bulged up in a big dome of water, and lines of waves marched out into the pond away from the epicenter. The one and only 'Moby Dick' plunged into the bed of lilies to my left, lifting them upwards on the crest of an impressive bow-wave, before turning right and bolting out into the middle of the pond.
The 5lb Maxima line graunched around the plant stems, and my poor old rod (which wasn't designed to cope with this type of onslaught when it was brand new, let alone 35 years later), buckled like a twig. I still don't know how it remained in one piece.
The line tore off again as the fish made a second run, burning my thumb on the paint-chipped rim of the Speedia centrepin, before a swirling heavy splosh way out in the middle of the pond heralded the end of our brief encounter.
By this point Rob's head was poking over the bush on the far side of the pond, and with a rather startled look on his face he simply said 'I saw the splash'!!
That 'slack line winding in of shame' is always a strange sensation, the feelings of shock and disappointment mixed with excitement and wonder after an event like that are a heady cocktail. My thumb was stinging, and the water was still gently rocking across the entire pond as I miraculously recovered my tackle - minus the last two inches of 4.5lb hooklength, which snapped at the point my single shot had been pinched above the hook.
I was especially pleased to get my float back - I'd only just made it, and this was its first time in the water. Next time it will be attached to 12lb line and a much more sturdy rod!
So there it is gents, Moby Dick 1, Jim 0...but it proves that he/she will take a bait, and as the former governor of California would say - 'I'll be back'!
Hopefully the barbless hook won't have bothered him/her for long, and I hope I've not wised it up too much ahead of collective future efforts to repeat the scenario - except with the right tackle in hand hopefully. I did wonder if maybe the cane rod would have fared any better, or maybe fate protected it from a grizzly splintered death - I'll never know. So there is the challenge folks - who's next?
All the best to all.
PS: I did re-tackle, and eventually got my consolation prize in the form of this lovely crucian. Then I packed up and called it a day - sucking my thumb as I drove home!
This is what you missed out on today and to prove that I am completely mad... :)
Over 30 cru's in the end. Mostly small one's. All in immaculate condition enjoying the conditions unlike me!
Dear Saxon Pond Dabblers,
I have fished both Upper and Lower Ponds today. The Lower Pond produced a few roach but did not show any of the normal fizzing and bubbling that we normally see with crucians so I decided to move to the Upper Pond which did.
Immediately I caught another roach and then another! Then the crucians came along one after the other and probably around 30 were caught in all shapes and sizes. To top it off I also caught a small tench.
Finally the Daiwa 123M decided to give up on me, I could see the problem but thought the ponds had paid me kindly for my long journey this morning so decided to call it a day.
The mirror carp was patrolling the surface and looked bigger than my original estimation, if only I had my carp rod!
I've had a few trips so far, all upper pond & lack of time has meant updates to all have been difficult!
I have had 2 × 2lbers so far and a number of good 1lb+ fish - best has been 2lb 6oz.
The tench have eluded me - one about thumb size, lovely to see, big bunch maggos the greedy thing, and another (male) of about 1lb 8oz.
Absolutely loads of tiddlers - think I had 40+ one day including some thumb sized fish - all good fun! The roach are sparkling bright fish.
Doby Mick has been in my swim a few times with tail in the air - usually I then lift my float out of the water in fear of smashings.
Trips are as magical as ever, although no swallows, martins to talk of unlike previous years - swifts on increase I think, lovely to hear them screaming about the place.
Song thrush singing loudly at dusk has also been a joy along with the spotted fly catchers, long tailed tits and ever present kingfisher.
Here are few pics, tight lines to all, Richard
Hi Peter & All,
Just a brief report from our day on Monday - which was hugely enjoyable.
The weather was kind, the tea and pies tasted good, and the fish were 'on the munch'!
All the species showed up, fin-perfect sparkling little roach, a handful of hard fighting tench - including a brute which Mike hooked which went right out into the middle of the pond leaving a trail of silt and bubbles. For a while we thought he may have hooked the carp, but a bit of steady pressure turned the fish and eventually a lovely 'big' tench of over 3lb was in the net.
The crucians ranged from coin-sized, through to the biggest of the day which weighed 1lb 12oz - a handsome fish for sure.
As discussed with Peter during the day, once he is totally satisfied that no hybridisation has occurred it may be a good idea for us to have a concerted effort to move lots of the smaller fish down into the lower pond - or elsewhere, if Peter thinks that's a better option...we shall await your instructions Peter!
All in all it was a terrific day, topped off with the most beautiful big moon rising over the hills as we packed up.
I think it'll be time for me to have a crack at the bottom pond next time - whenever that might be.
Cheers for now,
PS: Photos of a palm-sized nugget of perfection, a medium-sized fin-perfect tench, and the rising moon!
Finally caught my first Upper Pond crucian. Now do I get a badge?
Terry, thanks for the maggots your brother caught some lovely crucians.
Best regards to all
The plan was to capture the carp. At 4pm it's still 30°C in the shade and I tackle-up behind a handy bush, as it was lurking not 10 yards from the dam. By the time I'd done, it had scooted off to some lilies against the dam wall. I sneak round and lower bread. This fails and it mooches further down the wall. I cast over the fish and it obligingly sidles up and sucks at the bread; when I strike the bread remains...the fish pops up further out, in no hurry...so I sit quietly on the wall for some time, with sweat running down my back, waiting fruitlessly for another opportunity.
I head for one of the lily-pad swims, wait for the carp to arrive and when it does, a vortex on the far side of this patch, I cast over, see the big tangle and move too much to deal with it; that was that.
I muse on this and decide to fish the fizzing swim for crucians, put on 6lb line, feed pills of bread and fish flake on the hook. For ninety sticky minutes the float ignores the bubbles, then a breeze springs up, blows across the pond in my face and almost at once I start catching fish. Despite the stout rod and the clutch set as light as it would go, I am utterly lost in the black-and-white ripples and fish until I can barely see the little yellow porcupine quill.
I thread back between the shadows to the car and go through a familiar re-stowing routine. The lizard-brain doesn't like the barn's sepulchral creaks and groans and urges me to shine a light into the dark shadows at the back. The more evolved brain knows it's sheep scratching themselves on the far side. I consign the barn-sprites to the pit of rationalism, but muscles on my back crawl as I get into the car. Outside the double-gates I slip the boots off, a relief, and head for home.
I arrived at the ponds around 16:00 it had been a horrendous drive from Tamworth with the heat and traffic, my old van does not have air conditioning.
Thankfully, the early start of last-minute revision paid off as I passed both written and practical elements of my exam. Thankfully no resist was required so I was away by 12.
I watched the lower pond for some time and used the new camera underwater to see if any crucians were hiding away under the rhododendron but no joy.
The upper pond had shown signs of crucian activity so I set up the centrepin and light float tackle but was surprised to see what I believed to be a small mirror carp around 4lb keep making waves around my swim.
With repeated comments of one last cast, I finally called it a day at 20:00 as by now the eyelids were feeling weary and it was still a distance to drive back to Dartmoor, arriving home around 23:30.
Unsuccessful this time but I shall return in a few weeks better prepared and feeling much more refreshed.
The dappled sunbeams striking through the water looked rather impressive from below.
Tight lines and good luck to all.
Once again, I was at my favourite ancient pond in Wessex looking for what was now an elusive summer Tench. Weather was warm and sunny, again not great fishing weather but it was just good to be fishing today. An odd day today, I did not even catch a Roach. The fish were just not interested.
I fished today, arriving in a deluge of rain, which continued on and off (mostly "on") until about 8pm. In one of the "off" periods I had my only bite of the day, and landed a nice roach, getting on for 8 oz. Rain stopped at 8 pm, and I fished on until 10:30 pm, with just a few bats and a lonesome, rather unenthusiastic tawny owl to keep me company. On the way back to the car I managed to to slip over, full frontal into the mud etc., launching my rod into a large puddle of mud and sheep poop, and cracking my knee on a stone. Somehow I managed to drive home without being run off the road by a band of marauding badgers.
The coming week looks perfect for some "evening into dark" sessions, but I'm busy every evening until a week on Monday...
I awoke at four am to the sound of heavy rain. Good and welcome news for the garden and allotment, but not when I was about to take a car journey of over three hundred miles. Although traffic wold be lighter at this time in the morning, I knew that further into my journey the rain would compound delays, I was not wrong. Disregarding an unexpected road diversion that added forty minutes onto my journey, I arrived at my destination eventually around 12:30. I had two options - to £ into my accommodation and then track back to do a couple of hours fishing, or I could go straight to the tackle shop to purchase bait and go fishing straight away. The decision was made for me when I called my B&B and there was no answer.
I arrived at the pond to find another member already there and I introduced myself to one of the new members. It did not take me long to get a line in the water. The weather was warm and sunny, not perhaps the best fishing weather; but it was pleasant to be back at this ancient pond again. Fishing in a familiar swim, it did not take long before my orange tipped quill float slid away. Roach after Roach came to the bank, along with a few lovely palm-sized Crucians, and two Crucian 'corkers' later that day. A great afternoon was had, but sadly there were no signs of a summer, new season Tench for me today.
Well, it was a pretty tricky day by Donhead standards - finicky fish and cool blustery conditions kept the float-tip for the most part distinctly above the water.
However, between us we managed to winkle out a few nice fish, and as is often the case there was a brief spell later in the evening when things picked up a bit.
In the end I managed a handful of crucians (all perfect condition), and a dozen or so roach which really came on the feed at last light (again, all of them were fin-perfect) - but the highlight was a lunatic male tench which thrashed through the reeds and generally went ballistic. A great start to the season!
It was bats not swallows buzzing me in the farmyard by the time I left...which was rather later than I'd planned, but I'm glad I waited to see how things developed, and it was encouraging to see the increase in activity as the fish bubbled and rolled into the dusk.
Thanks for your fine company, and look forward to the next time.
Cole fished the Upper Pond as well and the full account is here, managing a single crucian and a few roach. Dreadful quiet and he naturally left just before the fish came on to feed...
On the day we had Steve, Nigel, Leigh, Mark and Terry, with Pete supervising. Paths and swims were cut on the Lower pond (you're welcome) and also on the Upper. Some old wood was burned and cleared and the place given its final spring clean. All set then. Many thanks all for the hard work.
Three fine pictures taken on the day by Leigh and one by the webmaster;
Finally, a nice little video taken by Leigh; an underwater shot of crucians in one of the refuges built last year. This one is under a rhododendron , so pretty good cover. This tells us the fish use the refuges and that some crucians have survived the winter. Now we need to catch them.
A few thoughts after this morning's walk round.
The fish food is in the bins waiting for the water temperature to reach about 15°C, when I'll start to feed the top pond fish. That pond is now several inches deeper as a precaution against summer drought and looks very good, with a slight green haze after all the sunshine and no sign at all of the dreaded Canadian pondweed. Water lily pads showing well. Some starwort in the bottom pond; nothing else yet. Cole's brook still flows, though less confidently after the dry spell.
The first sheep have arrived - the other side of the barn so far. The track is dry and easy. The yard is now nearly clear of bales as the last signs of cattle management disappear.
Plenty of birds around - pics of mallard, tufteds, little grebe, Canadian geese, moorhens, coot, heron. Today a crow harried a buzzard. No sign of BP. Chiffchaffs are back.
At BW there are plenty of fish showing in the predator pond but nowhere else, though there are plenty of rudd in the other ponds too. Can't explain that!
Everything coming back to life - just thought you'd like to share a bit of it.
Pete said; "I know you're a bit worried about your back. Why not bring your rod instead on Sunday? Any info about the fish in the top pond would be useful."
Even by the standards of the great Claude Shannon, where 'no information' is in itself 'information', regret have no info. about the top-pond fish to offer.
...meanwhile a fine body of men was hard at work clearing and 'roofing' a refuge.
Years of careful management to date, had achieved an idyllic and very good fishery by 2016 or so. However, between then and now, the cormorants discovered the ponds and set out, with some success, to eat all our fish. We have taken measures to try to put things right, as you can read below. If we are successful, others may be able to learn from our example - because cormorants and otters are not going away soon and our problem is shared by plenty of other fisheries.
The fishing in the lower pond had been poor throughout the summer of 2017 - a few tench and roach, plenty of small perch, but only one crucian. We found out why when we netted the pond. Instead of several hundred healthy crucians up to 2lbs, we found 20, many of them pecked and damaged. The roach and tench had been less affected but numbers were down on what we expected.
We decided to move all the fish into the top pond, where we felt we had a good chance of protecting them through this last winter. In preparation, before we netted the lower pond, we put in place white ropes across the top pond every five yards or so to act as a deterrent.
Another advantage of the Upper Pond was that people deter cormorants, and local walkers used the footpath across the dam between the two waters and the stockman looking after the cattle in the field and yard regularly drove down to the barn. Also, we hoped that the plague of Canadian pondweed that had afflicted the pond in the summer of 2017 might well last through this last winter and give extra protection. The fish had been shy during the summer of 2017, coming out to feed close to the water lilies at dusk - but a healthy population seemed to be still there.
So, all the fish from the Lower Pond, except for the tiny perch, were moved into the upper one and I installed CCTV (!) to keep an eye on the pond early morning and late evening. The Lower Pond was left dry apart from a shallow pool below the island. Herons and egrets frequented the pool for several weeks, attracted by the plentiful small perch that we had left there.
We know that drying out most of the Lower Pond will have improved its fertility, while the pool we left will have sheltered plenty of bloodworm and other invertebrates ready to feed the fish when they eventually go into the pond.
Primarily, draining the pond also gave us the opportunity to install refuges against future cormorant attack. After a lot of research and discussion, this seemed the best way forward.
We decided to protect those places that we knew from experience were favoured by the fish under normal conditions, overhanging willows and alders and a shading rhododendron. This overhead cover should stop cormorants flying directly into the refuge areas but we needed to think of a way to stop them swimming into them. We were tempted at first to use 6" mesh stock fencing, but felt that wire was not in keeping with the beauty of these remote ponds. Also, I had experience of fish being caught up in mesh and it would be an obvious hazard for water fowl, even otters. So we decided on green chestnut paling, which we hope will have a life of several years. We found a supplier (I have details available if they are of interest) who would make the fencing to our requirements - i.e. untreated, unstapled and with an average gap of 5". This, as you can see from the photos, was put as a palisade around the sanctuary areas. We used willow and alder posts, to which the fence was attached with cable ties, and were able to hammer the pales into the silt for extra security.
We plan to plant water lily beds on the outskirts of the sanctuaries, to give more protection and to provide pleasant features to cast to.
We felt that protecting the features that the fish normally frequented was a better bet than putting in sanctuaries further out in the pond for the fish to swim to when under attack. It seems likely that cormorants can outswim fish, especially in the winter when crucians and tench in particular are less active.
The pond is now re-filled and awaiting re-stocking. Time will tell whether our precautions will work but at least we have done the best we can to preserve our sport. We'll keep you posted on this website and you can always get in touch through it if you want to do something similar.
Most emphatically not a cormorant.
A robin pretending to be a kingfisher.
Nabbed by the trail camera.
Nabbed by the trail camera.
I managed my first trip in a while yesterday late afternoon and into evening on the top pond. I just had a feeling I had to be there to hopefully see out and close the chapter to my summer season of crucian & tench fishing. I think it must have been something to do with the Harvest Moon as I always seem to have an interesting trip wherever I fish on such occasions.
It was a chilly scene, glad of the extra layers I decided to fish in the shade on the main style bank as the blanket of weed / algal bloom would hopefully shield me from view and it also looked like nobody has trodden the bank for a while. No swallows, hardly any insect life but plenty of birds going about their business no doubt stocking up before the harsher days to come.
I used my "special stuff" fizzy ground bait, just a few hen egg sized offerings and fished maggot over the top - two lovely crucians came quite quickly and I then caught seven tench until dusk...the largest being the last one, lots of high drama and I was pleased to be using my very old Sowerbutts Roach Master rod.
I packed up just before dark, very pleased I had made the effort and the banks heavy with dew. A glorious Harvest Moon to see me home to a warm fire...maybe, just maybe one more trip to squeeze in, but if not this will be the perfect end to my summer still water season.
The offer of being invited as a guest to fish the old Saxon ponds could not be ignored. The problem was for me it was probably going to have to be next spring due to other commitments that always get in the way of my angling (work).
Restless nights with the thought of catching a crucian from one of Peter's ponds had me sending a flurry of emails to Peter and my host Garry to arrange the date sooner rather than later.
Not that I ever fished much as a boy (I was allowed one cast around 1976) but arriving at the ponds my childhood dreams of fishing an old historical water had come true. My active imagination had been fired for thinking what is beneath the lily pads and tucked away around the bushes. My host suggested a few swims and gave a guided tour just to get the appetite going before I made that first cast.
Today was going to be an old tackle day with a centrepin and whole cane and split cane rod with my lucky talisman float that has aided the landing net to be slipped under some fine specimens in the past. Initially, I felt my eyelids relaxing I was beginning to fall asleep I was at ease with the quietness and the beauty of my surroundings until the distant car alarm had me realise I was in the modern world.
Peter arrived and suggested a few adjustments to the depth of float and where to cast and with a further tour of the lower Saxon pond to show this crucian anglers paradise.
Back in my swim, I missed the delicate bites that can often be found when crucian fishing and a decision to move one peg up had me netting a fine roach to ensure it was not a dry net day! My host Garry was also landing some beautiful fish, if only it was me!
With every session that last cast and the decision to give it another five minutes had to come to an end but as we did so the crucians put on a display of fizzing around the lily pads just to let us know they were there!
Another great mornings fishing! Absolutely no small fry, just 14 decent size Crucians and 1 very feistyTench , all in really good condition. A selection of my specimens below.
The Canadian pondweed remains a pest on the upper pond, but the cleared swims continue to fish well. During the very hot weather I was worried that the fish might suffer but in fact all those that I have caught have been in good condition. The bigger crucians look a bit thin, but this often happens when they have to compete with lots of smaller ones. There are certainly plenty of crucians of all sizes. When we are able to crop the smaller fish, the bigger ones should soon regain their usual plumpness. However, the weed will make netting difficult. Perhaps the winter will see it die off enough for us to do an efficient job.
The roach and the tench look good. I haven't moved any tench to the lower pond but about 350 roach and crucians have gone down there. I'd be very interested to hear if anyone has tried for them yet.
There were quite a lot of reeds and broad-leafed pondweed growing in the lower pond, probably from seedlings that got established when the pond was drained. Steve and Nigel have now cleared these and any re-growth shouldn't be too much of a problem. The slight leak by the sluice remains despite our best efforts but is not too worrying.
The herons and kingfishers seem to believe that there are plenty of fish in the upper pond!
Just a few photos from my visit to the ponds this morning. Approx 20 caught (all Crucians) of which 12 were transferred to the bottom pond. I lost "The Big Tench" in the lily pads - it certainly feels like a whopper! Thought you might also like to see the Pipistrelle that greeted me in my kitchen last night!
We've now moved about 300 fish to the lower pond, a couple of hundred crucians of different sizes, the rest roach, all in good condition and ready to grow on in their new (old?) home. Most of these have been transferred via rod and line but I now have permission to trap and will be doing so whenever I'm fishing there - I shan't leave the traps unattended in case fish suffer from too long confinement. I did capture one healthy-looking crayfish!
Dave's two damaged crucians look to have been suffering from gill and fin rot, perhaps because of the stressful conditions of high water temperature, excessive weed leading to low oxygen levels at night and too many companions. Other fish are in fine condition so far.
Today's rain will have helped lower water temperatures and raise oxygen levels, as well as top up the lower pond. There the water had dropped an inch or more below the top board in the lower pond because of the leak. I'll have another go at mending this when the level drops again sufficiently to see the nature of the problem. There's quite a bit of vegetation growing in this pond: reedmace, sedge and broad-leafed pondweed, as well as curly-leafed pondweed. The dreaded Canadian pondweed hasn't yet begun to take over.
The fishing remains good for crucians and roach in the upper pond, with the occasional manic tench. The roach are certainly growing and have possibly produced young! There are tiny, tiny crucians too!
I'm happy to fish single maggot or caster to a 14 hook, because I'm always trying to catch fish to move; but it's a good way to tempt the better crucians and tench - the only problem is landing them amongst the water lilies so I haven't fished too light. I've found that loose feeding maggots soon draws the fish out to feed.
Has anyone tried the lower pond yet, I wonder?
It was the last day of my trip and I never look forward to the long journey home. The issue is that my route takes me very near to this pond, and I always tell myself that I will just fish an hour or two and then get back on the road home. This invariably never happens and I stay at the ponds far longer than intended. Today was no exception.
I had contacted a few of the members to see if it was ok to fish on their day and was very pleased to get a reply to say yes, there was no issue.
I £ed out of my hotel and made my way to the tackle shop in order to purchase some fresh bait. When I arrived, no sooner had I opened the car door it began to rain, and by the time I walked the short distance to the tackle shop it was pouring down, accompanied by a deep rumble of thunder. I must be mad going fishing in this!Non-the-less I made my way to the ponds. The tops of the trees billowing over and the wind was just getting stronger and stronger and developing into a gale. No sane person would choose to go fishing in this weather, I was on my way home so had nothing to lose by giving it a go.
Remarkably the swim I was to fish was out of the wind. This pond is surrounded by trees which not only gives protection from the wind, but they are great for sheltering under in light showers. The wind was ridiculously strong by now. Another issue was falling Kelly kindling (branches) which were a close encounter on more than one occasion and came in very handy during the day for my tea making.
I did the same as yesterday by raking the swim a couple of times and only brought in light weed, baited it, and retired to put the Wizard together.
I was soon fishing and once more could hear distant rumbles of thunder but currently I remained dry, how long could my luck last? Not long as it happened.
I caught a lovely palm-sized Crucian. The swim from time to time was cluttered with bubbles so I was praying again to catch one of the fabulous Tench that reside here.
Fishing was quite slow, but very enjoyable. Concentrating on my inactive float for so long then turning to attend to a boiling Kelly the split second my reel screamed into life. By the time I had put the kettle down and got my hand on the rod, the fish was well into the weed and there was no way back from there, loosing a float also in the disaster. If you are ever short of a bite, make tea! It's amazing how many times stopping concentrating on a float actually gets you a bite. Obviously I had lost a Tench.
I missed a couple of lovely lift bites too, probably Tench although I have known Roach to feed in this manner also. I missed some proper thumping bites with the float shooting under, today was not going well.
Another cracking bite saw the float zip under, I lifted the rod and was into either a really good Crucian or a Tench. The fish dived down into the lilles, my line kissed the stem of one of the lilles and gave way as if it had been cut by a razor blade; I could not believe it!
It was not long before my luck with the weather ended and the rain came in earnest. For the first shower I was quite comfortable sheltering under the boughs of the tress. When it stopped, I retrieved my brolly from the car in case of a big storm. The brolly came in very handy as the heavy rain did come, but I didn't get any thunder surprisingly.
The last straw was another thumping bite, the float shot under and down towards the lillies, I struck into it, but the line between my reel and first eye on the rod had caught around a branch on the ground, the float shot out of the water and wrapped itself many times around the top of my rod - the air was blue!!! It was an impossible tangle. I had no option but to cut it off. This marked my time to head for home, the lake gods were telling me to go.
Tripping over the chain on my Kelly while packing up which was full of hot water and scalding myself in the process, gave even more proof that you should never-ever fish off-rota.
This particular pond that I fish is expertly and gently managed, the few members are allocated to fish either on an even number, or an odd number day. Yesterday, I was fishing out of sync, and although I was kindly granted permission by another member to fish on his day, I believe that the lake gods frowned upon me.
Today I will be fishing on-rota. Again, I had my Wallis Wizard with me along with a little Aerial reel. Today however, I raked the swim before I fished. I could only assume that yesterday some of the weed had drifted in and my bait simply was not on the lake bed. It was frustrating as anything as there were clouds of Tench bubbles very near to my float but it never went under. Today would be different I hoped.
Like yesterday, thunder storms rumbled away in the distance, would I be lucky again and avoid the rain?
I hauled the rake four or five times and created a little clear strip near to a bed of lillies, I baited it with corn and then retired to put my rod together. By the time I had returned to the swim it was evident that all the noise and commotion of dragging a rake had not put the fish off one little bit and there were immediate signs of feeding fish.
There was no-one else at the ponds today so I had them all to myself and was very content, firing up the old Kelly now and again for cups of tea. I was correct.
I was correct. Not only were the gods angry yesterday, but this swim must have been a bit choked with weed. The first fish I caught was a lovely palm-sized Crucian, great to see. I managed to catch a couple of good crucians that I was sure were Tench when I first hooked them, great scrap. Crucians are not meant to fight like that. I then managed to find my quarry and it fought hard. I gave it everything the Wizard had and managed to land a lovely three-pounder.
Once again, I stayed until the bats arrived and was really lucky all day not to get wet from any of the surrounding thunder storms.
Today saw yet another last minute trip to the Ponds. I had left my house later than anticipated at 04:20 and arrived to meet another member and good friend around lunchtime. I was only six minutes late. We had a spot of lunch - thanks very much!, and we were at the ponds late afternoon. My friend allowed me to settle in 'the' swim, a swim that I have never actually fished at this pond. I have always favoured the more open swims that are available as it is far easier to control a Tench in these which is always my main quarry when I fish here.
I had brought one of my favourite rods, a Wallis Wizard that I have not used in a very long time and almost forgot that I had one in the collection; perfect for small Tench and Crucians. A little 3.5 inch Ariel from between 1920-1925 that I had refurbished made up the tackle for the trip.
We both settled into our swims quickly and began to fish; it was great to be back again. The manager turned up and fished the next swim down. Both my friend and I remained fish-less as the manager hauled fish after fish. (I actually heard him chuckling). That's fishing I guess!
I drowned myself in mug after mug of tea, and managed to blank in 'the' swim. My friend caught a fine little Tench in the evening which was a lovely end to the day.
I know it's been a while, but I mentioned that something vaguely spooky happened after I fished the Saxon Ponds with Doug the other week...it went something like this:
I clearly remember my first working party at the Saxon Ponds - I was the new boy arriving to do some work and prove his credentials.
Peter took gentle charge of the gathering, politely dishing out the tasks.
I stood patiently, waiting for my call, and when Peter turned to me and said "Oh Jim, why don't you trim the path around the top pond?" I thought - I can do that! Swiftly followed by the realisation that, despite having emptied half of the garage, I hadn't brought any kind of scythe or slasher with me.
Peter must have noted the expression on my face, because without hesitation he offered me a long slender steel blade with a smooth well-worn handle on the end. It was the perfect length for efficient swishing back and forth, and made fast work of trimming a perfect 'angler-width' pathway around the pond - what a weapon, no blade of grass was safe.
Of course I played it carefully, leaving all the wild flowers, and never cutting too close to the water. The temptation was always there to really get swinging with that blade, but thankfully I kept it under control.
At the end of the day, as I handed back the slasher, I commented to Peter that is was one of the finest tools I'd ever used, and that I'd never seen one before. He explained that he'd got it out of the back of a Sunday supplement many years ago, so I didn't really think of trying to find another.
Flash forward a couple of years, and I take Doug to fish the ponds as my guest.
Doug is an old farm boy, and while unpacking his fishing tackle he suddenly drew out of his rod-bag (as if taking Excalibur from the stone) what he referred to as his 'thistle whacker'...none other than an identical tool to the one Peter owns! What were the chances of that!?
Well look at that I say - the only two examples I've ever seen of one of those, and both times at this very pond! I waxed lyrical about how good they are, and Doug agrees with my enthusiasm by pointing out that they are also very good for flicking sheep poo at your mates....what can I say, he's a classy guy! It's also worth mentioning at this point that despite my enthusiastic admiring, Doug effortlessly resisted any temptation to give it away (drat)!
The fishing day with Doug goes phenomenally well, with both of us catching more tench and crucians than was necessary, with plenty of time left for freshly brewed tea and slices of pie. A perfect summer day, well wasted.
As we left the ponds that evening I thought to myself how strange it was that another of those slashing blades had made an appearance - only the second one I'd ever seen and in exactly the same location via two different people. I just found it a bit weird that's all - and I love things like that.
But that wasn't the end of it, the very next morning I had a phone message from Doug...and in a vaguely odd tone of voice he said "I've got something in the boot of my car for you - and you're gonna love it"! My mind raced, especially when Doug went on to say that he'd recovered this particular 'gem' from a skip!
He built it up perfectly, and as he slowly raised the boot of his car I honestly had no idea what I should expect...it was a genuine and huge surprise when my eyes focussed in the gloom of the car-boot on one of those slashers!! Some mad fool had chucked it in the skip!!
But there it was, with its single handed wooden handle, long slender steel blade, with a fiendish curve and perfectly weighted edge.
Doug was as mystified by all this as me - he said he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the rather rusty tip of blade poking up from the other debris - "it couldn't be" he'd thought to himself. But it was!
So now, having applied the internationally recognised skip social etiquette of 'finders keepers', and through Doug's generosity, I am now the (very) proud owner of my own example of the finest fishing path trimming tool known to man - and what a happy boy I am about that!
It's quirky little spooky occurrences like this which just make me wonder...
Tight lines and happy slashing Peter!
I have just returned from possibly my best days fishing at the Saxon Ponds for many years, albeit I only caught two species.
I lost count of the smaller Crucians, but the grand total must have thirty to forty!
I am pleased to say (it took a long time Duncan) that I also bagged my first Tench of the year. I have attached some of the photos I took, which include one particularly large specimen, another which was the Yellow'est Crucian I have ever seen, another with a dodgy gill and another with tail fin damage.
Another very happy day at the ponds!
The Bottom Pond is up level with the top board again though there's still a faint trickle of a leak.
On the Top Pond I've sort of cleared a patch to the right of the water lily bed called Land's End, making a nice double swim. It'll need some enlarging and tidying with Garry's rake, which is in the bucket at the top end of the pond, so feel free...!
So far we've moved 105 crus and 88 roach to the Bottom Pond, with plenty of room for more.
I fished the other day and had a few to add to the score. I was distracted by the increasingly bold moorhen and three chicks (weren't there four originally?) in the lily bed. Two herons were planning a fishing session but took evasive action when they spotted me. A kingfisher was flying up and down the pond and finally decided to perch on the rod - at the very moment that I lifted it to re-bait.
The crucians are there in numbers - four generations I think, right down to tiddlers in the weed. I'll apply for EA permission to use a small trap to move them more regularly.
Please fish the Bottom Pond whenever you feel like it. I'd very much like to know how you get on, if you do.
I watched Jim fish his cauldron of a swim for half an hour or so. I've seldom seen more bubbles - must have been the magic groundbait! Either that or we have a pond full of fish. He'd already transferred 20 roach to the bottom pond and was catching crucian after crucian, some nice fish well over 1lb amongst them, all on a big bunch of maggots. He also accidentally had two of last year's hatch in his landing net, so he couldn't go wrong.
I'm planning to re-open the swim on the other side of the lilies to Number One on the barn bank. This will make a nice double swim, so watch this space.
Please keep transferring small roach, crucians and tench. It means that they don't keep getting re-caught and they'll grow on much faster in the bottom pond, ready for you to catch before the end of this marvellous summer. You won't reduce the numbers in the top pond significantly, don't worry! The fish left will be all the better for the reduced competition for food.
The bottom pond leak has lowered the level there by an inch. I had a go at stopping it yesterday, I don't yet know how successfully. The leak is very high up and shouldn't cause a huge problem but it is annoying.
Please don't forget to have your permits with you, just in case.
I arrived at around 3pm on Monday - another scorching hot day, heavy too - a very humid feel. The car told me it was 30 degrees...and I believed it.
Nobody else was there, and I realised that this was going to be the first time I'd actually fished at the Saxon Ponds from scratch on my own...what a treat.
My plan was to do a bit of light maintenance in one of my favourite spots (raking weed, and gently trimming the overhanging willow to allow room for a rod), and then I hoped to snatch as many roach as possible in half an hour, and move them to the lower pond.
All went to plan, although even the light exercise involved in carrying my kit to the water and doing the raking got me 'perspiring' - it really was a very warm afternoon. I was very grateful for the shade provided by the lovely big oak, which wraps that particular area in a very lovely atmosphere.
After pre-baiting and leaving things to settle, I set up a small float and fished 'on the drop' with maggots next to the lilies (second swim along). I caught 22 roach in my allotted 30 minutes, and duly escorted them in the big purple bucket down to the lower pond - they were all in mint condition, and swam away strongly into their new quarters. No doubt they will grow well, and should hopefully provide good sport over the coming years.
I settled back into the swim under the oak, where the small willow leans out and provides a very picturesque backdrop to a dithering float.
It didn't take long for my lump of 'stinky paste' to get snaffled by what turned out to be an absolute tiger of a tench. He was all of 1½lb, but he fought like a 5lb'er and it was nothing short of a miracle that I managed to get him in the net - such great fishing!
However, my carefully tended swim was utterly trashed, with fronds of pondweed and clouds of silt wafting around in all directions.
At that moment I had an unexpected change of plan, and as I was alone, with all options available, I thought I'd take the unusual step of moving into the 'hot-spot' in the first swim alongside the larger lily bed.
It lived up to its reputation, and after balling in some newly mixed groundbait the whole swim was soon fizzing and bubbling. There were even decent crucians rising to the surface to take insects off the top - something which I know others have observed too, but this was a first for me...crucians on the dry-fly anybody?
The fish were very obliging, and as requested I kept some of the smaller ones in a large landing net in the margin. I moved a total of 13 beautiful little fin-perfect crucians to the bottom pond, and along with all the others which have already gone the same way it won't be too long before it'll be worth wetting a line down there to enjoy a change of scenery.
All in all it was a perfect session, with plenty of fish and wildlife (the dragonflies were particularly incredible - with many different varieties in great abundance).
I packed up as the church clock struck 9pm...I'd had my fill. The car said it was 23 degrees...what a summer!
One final observation was that some of the fish were carrying well-healed cormorant wounds (presumably fish which were moved from the lower pond last year) - it seems that these little fish are tougher than they look, what resilient creatures.
PS: Moby Dick was in constant attendance, patrolling around the lilies with his broad humped back almost always proud of the water. He didn't bother me, and I'm sure he must have been marvelling at how warm the 'upper world' was!
My first foray of the season proved to be (eventually) most rewarding.
I arrived at the Top Pond at 7.15am to find Duncan already in position and catching many Crucians, one of which was a particularly good specimen. I settled into the swim next to him and proceeded to draw a complete blank until around 9.30am when I caught one of the smaller Crucians that had decided not to frequent Duncans swim! Duncan departed late am having filled his net with 25 or so of the smaller Crucians which he transferred to the Bottom Pond, and as soon as the red Battle Bus had gone up the track, I of course leapt into the now vacant spot, and yes D, I did put on much lighter tackle, because as you said I wasn't trying to reach the far side of the pond!
I then proceeded to catch lots of the smaller Crucians, and three of their larger friends (maybe 1½ lbs) one of which I am convinced was the same that Duncan caught earlier! I left at around 2pm having received telephone (but not written) permission to return home, where I may be allowed to watch France V Uruguay if I was a good boy and tidied my room afterwards!
I can't wait until Friday 20th; my next visit to the Saxon Ponds.
Making a very last minute trip to the Saxon ponds, I arrived in Wessex via the tackle shop just before lunch so I got myself fed and watered before I made my way to the Ponds. Again it was a very, very hot day like the previous Friday, and it was clear that there had not been any rain in this week as I noticed a big change in the amount of weed in just seven days. Again, I made the effort to rake the swim four or five times and retired to put my rod together. No sport was had for some time. I did catch a Crucian around 15:00, then all went quiet again. Although it was plain to see that there were definitely fish in my swim as the float rocked about quite a number of times. This week however, there were no Tench bubbles and few signs of fish feeding at all. It was not until around 20:00 that things began to heat up. So much so, that I was distracted on more than one occasion while making my Kelly Kettle, the fish making the patch of lilies on each occasion but were all easily teased out with little effort. Apologies for not keeping an accurate record of this days catch, but I stopped counting at ten Crucians, all of various sizes but nothing over one pound, and no Tench on this trip.
I fished Cole's swim - or Chris's swim, because he'd had good crucian sport there the previous evening. I wanted to transfer crus and roach to the bottom pond, but the roach were shy and the small crucians didn't come on the feed till it was time to go, a tad before sunset. Instead I put back into the swim five big crucians, all in cracking condition, all on bread, and a tench of about 1½lbs.
There was plenty of fish activity all evening, in the lilies, in the Canadian pondweed and in the open water - what there is of it. The carp briefly showed to my left, in the thick of the weed, being greedy. Luckily he stayed out of the swim.
I moved four 4" - 6" crus, one of about half a pound - a deep and colourful male showing milt at the vent - plus one slightly-bigger-than-usual roach. I let them go by the bottom pond sluice and thought how fast they should grow in their new (old?) home. The bottom pond is a picture.
Have you managed to move any fish yet? Please keep me informed. Perhaps it's easier to have the BIG bucket from the top of the pond beside you for half a dozen or so fish before walking them down to the bottom pond - forget my earlier advice. Even a very few fish from each of us will help to make the bottom pond worth fishing by September. Keep them in the shade, perhaps under a cloth. Small roach and crucians up to half a pound, please.
There's just a trickle of water over the boards - we do need rain!
We're just over a week into the new season and already a few things are clear. First, our anti-cormorant measures on the top pond obviously worked - there are plenty of fish there: big tench, small roach and crucians in a range of sizes from just a few inches up to a couple of pounds.
The numbers of big tench were just about doubled with the ones we moved up from the bottom pond, and I plan to leave them in the top pond for the foreseeable future. We'll move the roach down by rod and line: a couple of hundred or so of these in the bottom pond will give us the chance of some really good roach fishing in a year or two, if our refuges work. It's the same for the crucians: the ones we move (hand-sized and down) should grow on fast in their new surroundings.
So far we have stocked the bottom pond with 23 roach and 15 crucians. The EA have promised us 50 tench and 150 baby crucians, which together with the ones from the top pond will give us a generation balance.
The Canadian pondweed is as bad as ever in the top pond. We cleared a number of swims with the new giant weed rake and fish have been showing in all of them. This will need to be done again shortly but you may find it a good idea to do your own raking before fishing to make sure we haven't left any stray clumps in your swim. Garry's hand rake is at the top by the footbridge.
The weed must have played a part in protecting the fish from predation and must have helped with spawning, if the small crus are anything to go by. I'm worried, though, by the effects of the current heat wave on fish in a very weedy pond, with water flows declining all the time. I suppose, though, that if any fish can survive those conditions it is crucians and tench. This is another reason for moving more roach to the bottom pond, where conditions should be less hostile.
I cannot be mithered with sitting in the midday sun, mad dogs and Englishmen notwithstanding. So I arrived in the late afternoon and having the place to myself, choose the opening day swim as it's (a) handy and (b) well coloured.
I opted for the hollow tip on Sunday's rod, reasoning that the tench pushed me rather hard. The lucky crucian float was swapped for a cork-ball special with the tiniest of pre-loadings, a wrap of solder wire, then fished lift-style. I nabbed a couple of roach, then the orange-tip darted under with no warning, providing me with one of the good ones. Heh. I had another shortly after, same 'bite' and the stouter rod-tip made sense. There was a flurry of small crus, some more roach, then an hour had passed and the low sun had sunk far enough to pull me into shade, for which I was thankful. Then came another brace of very fine fish, followed by Pete and Pam.
The Manager and the Manager's Manager moved into the next swim along and I was immediately promoted to 'stock catcher' and fortunately had a flurry, a dozen or so, of small crus plus more small roach which the Manager re-homed. Presently, another syndicate member arrived and was immediately challenged for his permit. One cannot be too careful, but on this occasion the bona fides were in order. The confirmed non-poacher announced his intention to fish for tench and took the next pitch along from the Managers'.
Thing settled down and for a couple of hours, fishing went on in amiable cool calm, punctuated by occasional fish, bucketed and otherwise, and one allegedly monstrous tench. Despite the midday heat, the lengthening evening brought the slightest of chills and Pete'n'Pam departed leaving the pair of us in the settling dusk. I remembered my flask of black tea, EG and Assam, so I reached for it.
It's been some time since I fished the evening and it was heartening to be sat in the cool damp air laced with the smell of the pond and its water mint. I listened to the sluice water's white noise and worked through a couple of cups while I sat and thought, but without the thought. Thereafter the swim's activity steadily increased, but the number of bites decreased in counterpoint, so after a time I sat with the tench-fisher while we swapped fishing titbits and reviewed the notion that his rod-in-use was 'the same rod' despite being basically new, although built on the original 1950's handle. So, much like my university cricket bat which went through two new handles and three blades; or the 'ship of Theseus' for the philosophically inclined. We further agreed this would make would make a fine spot for watching the Perseids in August.
I slipped back to my chair, changed the float for a small hollow-tipped quill, put a collimator on an LED torch, and then fished the dark. This worked, in so much as I caught several small crucians, but bites were infrequent, despite crucians wilfully cavorting over my landing net. At some point it was too dark to fish, at least for those of us with a Monday a.m. day-job; so we made farewells and ambled off, although I tarried to try and capture the moon, stupidly forgetting that the Small Technology's idiot-proof camera makes a better job of this kind of thing. I cast about for a while try to find some of the hoped for glow-worms, alas not this time, leaving me with the dust and the quietness of the cows.
There is a simple pleasure to be had from driving up the track, so much of the year it's rutted, muddy, slick and wet, traps all. Tonight it's dry, hard, with tall moon-lit straw-coloured grass and the open gate at the top of the field is another small pleasure at the end of a fine evening.
I bypassed the 'hot' swim in favour of the swim I fished on opening day. This time I did rake it, and there was a lot more pondweed than I expected.
Despite fishing until about 10:45 pm I just had one small tench and a few small roach. Chris got smashed up by a big tench, leaving him distraught. Less about the loss of the fish, more about the loss of his float. You'll have to make him another 'moon float' Jim! The carp moved into my swim as 'darkness' fell, clearly feeding heavily on my groundbait. Luckily I missed the bite when it came, unluckily I wrapped my hook length around the tip of my rod, couldn't unravel the mess, and had to pack up.
The moon was fantastic, though I still needed a Starlite float for the last half hour. While picking my way back carefully along the bank I looked down and thought, "What's that Starlite doing in the undergrowth?" It was of course a glow-worm. Possibly my first one! So it was a notable session, despite the lack of fish.
I had arranged to meet up with Garry around lunchtime at the ponds. However, I had finished my breakfast, bought fresh bait and was ready for eleven am, I couldn't wait to get fishing. I went to the local hostelry for a bite to eat and made the ponds around twelve noon. All the swims looked inviting and settled for one that gave me a fighting chance of landing a Tench. I used the rake four or five times, baited the swim and retired to put my rod together. Under the baking sun I made my first cast around 13:00. I did not have to wait long before the float sailed away towards the patch of lilies. Lifting the rod it was obvious that I was into a Tench - what a fight. Around two pounds I would estimate. As ever, everything went quiet after that. Garry arrived around two and we chatted for some time before I retired back to my swim. A couple of other chaps turned up around tea time and I didn't start to catch again until the sun began to dip. In fact, it wasn't until the sun began to set that my swim came alive. I even had a large Crucian roll right on top of my float. I managed to land five palm sized Crucian that evening which I was overjoyed with and the lovely Tench earlier in the day which made my trip.
I fished the Top Pond this morning and there were plenty of fish showing, had over 40 crucians in just over three hours with a full range of sizes from a few ounces to a pound and a half. Also had 8 tench up to about three pounds so a busy morning. Surprisingly only three small roach! The good new is all the fish were in good condition and the only sign of cormorant damage was on one fish that had an old wound that had healed, possibly one of the survivors we transferred from the Lower Pond last year?
Tried a range of baits and caught on them all but probably the best was from that well known bait maker Mr Warburton.
Just a quick one. I fished Donhead for the first time this season - yesterday morning between 5.30 and midday. Caught 12 crucians * (all attached) and two small tench. Also had the pleasure of one of the carp lurking about near the surface right next to the float. Most were caught on my secret bait! ;-)
I'd love to hear how anyone else got on...
* Duncan can't count, there's thirteen... - JAA
At 4am, I wasn't overly mithered, but did it anyway. Coffee (pre-loaded pot), eggs (fried) and toast, front-door, car-door. I wasn't first, Garry was already tackling up on the north bank and we quietly shouted greetings. I tackled up with my lucky crucian float and the soft-tipped GTI float rod, built a twelve-month back and racked since. I caught a crucian ten minutes later, then a couple more, this burst of auspiciousness correctly predicting the day's course and I continued to catch steadily in the grey light, mud-coloured water and occasional patches of bubbles. The first four fish helped me to understand I'd missed a ring on the top section, so I was obliged to unclip the float, re-thread...you know the drill.
A very solid crucian in the 'a bit less than 2lb' category came to hand, really testing the rod's fine tip. Ten minutes later one of the long lean 2½lb swim trashing machines came out, not without some entertaining moments. I nipped out another small one, watched the apologetic sun rise then had another nerve and weed-shredding big crucian. I opted to amble around, via a fine foxglove, to see how Garry was faring.
Garry was good enough to lend me his 'guest seat' and while he'd had activity, even a bite as I watched, his day was thus far slower than mine. Jim turned up at 8:45am (ish) and was rebuked for his sloth. Hands were shaken, Jim went off to fish and I left Garry to it shortly thereafter and returned to my seat. Sport remained steady, with two large tench mid-morning and another thumping crucian, perhaps a shade larger than the previous. 'Steady'; that is, as I said to Pete when he arrived with a bucket for any spare roach and small crus; "The right rate to ensure you become tired from fishing before you are tired of the fish." Peter went on, pausing only to move a few crus and roach to the bottom pond (sprat-sized roach were ever-present).
At noon (ish) Jim called 'lunch-time' and he, Garry and I drank kettle-tea and munched shortbread biscuits. We quickly worked out Garry's cunning scheme, to wit, bringing a 'half-kettle' capacity mug, so to ensure tea for all, his cup was filled last...all had caught so all was well and good.
I pondered calling it a day, grimy eyes, the hay-fever medication wearing off, 4am is feckin' early. However, despite looking less active the swim produced another string of crucians, another large one, then another, the last arriving as Jim came by, pour encourager les pécheurs.
This last 'biggun', determined to visit all four corners at full pelt, trashed the swim somewhat, so I wandered up to chat with Jim and we fixed many of the world's problems (you should see some improvement by Tuesday lunch-time). Garry went on around that time and although I fished for a little longer, my concentration had fled. So I bade Jim farewell and pottered off for an apposite fish-finger sandwich and a Talisker. And sleep.
Fine place, fine company, fine day. Very fine.
I thought I was going to have a similar 'land-slide' of fish too after an 'easy' start - a beautiful crucian and tench in the first few minutes.
But then it seemed that they decided my various pastes weren't to their taste, and so the game of cat and mouse intensified to the point of hopelessness! Maggots next time for sure (if I am organised enough to visit the tackle shop in time).
That said, the up side was that I was able to concentrate on the other elements on offer - and the wildlife, good company and gentle ambiance of the surroundings were an absolute tonic.
I stayed until dark, even moved along a couple of swims to one of the lily-pad pitches....but apart from a brief spell of fizzing, and the odd knock of the float, the evening ended without any more fish coming to my net. But that was ok.
As I cruised back home through the country lanes I was more than satisfied, elated in fact, at a day well wasted...a rare treat for sure.
Wishing you all a wonderful season.
Thought you'd like to see a full pond, guys! Well done to all. Thanks for last Sunday to Jim and Steve, who did a grand job mending the leak; Nigel and Dave, who patched up the refuges where necessary; and Garry, who troubleshot with me. Dave had enough energy to spare to strim the top pond path, too.
Today we made the fifth and final refuge - thank you, Steve and Garry for the hard work. Attached are pics of what we have done over the last months. The next stage is to increase overhead cover where needed and fill any gaps in the defences. Once the leak by the sluice has been attended to, we can then gradually refill. The plan is to establish water lily beds close to the fencing. We'll get the lilies from the top pond, where the fish were bubbling today.
When the pond is full we'll be able to £ that the refuge fences are roughly level, sawing them where necessary. The fish will begin to go in once all the boards are replaced, sometime in May or early June we hope. Locating stock has not been straightforward - so fingers crossed. The fish should grow fast in their made-over home! Lots of gravel has been exposed and silt has had a chance to dry and re-oxygenate, so the invertebrate should find things very much to their liking. We'll carry out a few finishing touches on the bottom pond, then we can turn our attention to the top one - just the regular path widening to make sure we can fish all the way round the pond, plus a bit of amateur drainage work to keep one or two swims drier than they were last season.
Thank you, everyone, for your huge efforts this winter. I'm sure that the ponds will reward us.
Below are today's pictures, to remind you of a good morning's work. Apologies to the path-clearers - not snapped but not forgotten!
One of several work parties, as we prepare the ponds for dedging and some landscaping. I was helping Pete clearing a patch of rhododendrons where the ground was boggy and the path, defined by a fallen tree on the uphill side, is a quagmire even with two drains run under and a timber'd walkway.
After some lopping, it was clear that there was one primary source of water, a spring perhaps, and that the fallen tree, in form, but in reality a loose collection of rotten wood held together by a shell of bark, had simply dammed the natural path of the water and turned the area behind into a small bog. It was immensely satisfying to cut a new channel from the welling spring next' the fence, to the pipe sunk under one of the paths' timbers. This involved, variously, pulling out rooted rhododendrons, clumps of matted roots, digging out some grey-and-greenish clay and finally cutting a gap in the fallen tree, achieved with only a shovel, so loosely was the rotten wood bound by its bark.
The 'bog' drained before our eyes and two further trickles of water, under sleepers and through gravel, dwindled to nothing in less than an hour. A slick of silt drifted down the shallow water left in the pond itself, but the spring-water, after the initial rush, ran clear. Why this was all quite so satisfying I can't tell you. But it was. It's an engineer thing. It's been fixed, that's what it is.
On the way home, rattling along the top road, I was flashed at by a man in white van who was making 'slow down' gestures. I assumed, assigning low integrity to said driver, a speed-trap, primed by the 'white van' and its popular notoriety. Around the bend was a lady struggling with a horse. I wasn't exactly pelting along, so slowed, stopped, to give her time to get the fairly panicky mount under control and off the road, achieved in the end, by dismounting and leading it off. This is how assumptions can get you into trouble...
A slash and burn party, bank clearing and bonfires of previous clearings. All good fun, even the charred potatoes.
Hi, everyone. I thought I'd report on the less-than-good netting last Sunday.
The crucians had been plundered by cormorants and we found only about 20 left, several with horrible gashes on them, though fish vitality being what it is they will probably recover well enough to breed next year. We moved them up to the top pond, where the weed and the ropes will hopefully keep the BP away. About 20 nice tench went up as well, fish to 3lbs or so, together with 1200 roach, mostly 4" - 5" but with some younger fish and some really nice specimens amongst them. The small perch - no big ones turned up - were left in the bottom pond for the herons and the egrets - there were four of them in the water yesterday. I won't repeat the perch experiment.
The management of the lakes will be left very much to us next year, and one of my responsibilities will be to suggest major improvements and see that they are carried out efficiently, with funds being available to do those tasks. I'd like to see the bottom lake dredged this winter, before the end of March; the leak by the sluice mended; the sill of that sluice levelled; the path around the bottom lake levelled, drained, stepped and barked where necessary, access to the top lake opened up by a gate onto the bamboo bank; access to the bottom lake made safer and easier. Rest assured, though, that nothing will be done to affect the tranquillity and beauty of the lakes that we appreciate so much.
While the bottom lake is drained we can install unobtrusive fish refuges against cormorants, so that we shouldn't suffer the same level of predation again. Then we'll re-fill the lake and leave it to mature over the summer, with some gradual re-stocking of roach, crucians and smaller tench via rod and line sessions rather than a big re-stocking via the net. I want to leave the fishing in the top lake as good as possible for the coming season, so all the bigger fish will stay in there for the time being. I hope that eventually the EA will let us have a few hundred crucians from Calverton.
Do you think that the bottom lake would benefit from a lily bed or two above the island? Our main job this winter will be to widen the paths by cutting back rhododendrons, dogwood and brambles and having burn-ups and potatoes in jackets. A cold, crisp, quiet day or two would be nice!
Please, guys, come back to me with any ideas you have and any comments.
Below is Dave's pictorial record of the day.
Thank you, guys for all the hard work today: to Dave R. for the rope carrying and the great photos; to Jim for being a tower of strength despite an aching back; to Dave H. for pitching in so enthusiastically and cheerfully; to Steve, inexhaustible and willing as always; to Nigel, the casting master who made it all possible.
That is stage one completed - next will be the netting, sometime within the next month. Negative on the trail camera now on the bottom pond - no cormorants, just a couple of other intruders, attached.
Tempted by the mild weather, and spurred on by the threat of frost on Sunday night, I spent this afternoon and evening on the ponds. I couldn't resist trying the upper pond on the off chance of 'one last crucian'. I fished for three hours, encouraged by a couple of little crucians rolling and one impressive eruption of bubbles, but couldn't get a touch on maggots or bread - so decided to move to the lower pond.
I fished one of the swims opposite the island, on the 'cow field' bank. As expected, small perch homed in on the bait, and I caught one on each cast, but the action was much less 'frantic' than earlier in the season, so I persevered, hoping that the perch being less active might allow time for bigger fish to find the bait. After an hour or so this proved to be the case, as my first 'good' roach of the season was landed - a most welcome half-pounder. Switching to bread from maggots proved unsuccessful, so it was back to maggots, and catching baby perch, along with a sprinkling of baby roach.
Just after sunset, on one of my 'last casts' I hooked into a tench, which as usual put up a fierce fight. Eventually it came to the net and showed itself to be a male fish of just under three pounds. A fine crescent moon beamed down while the owls hooted their approval. I was back home by 7 pm. Not even late for dinner!
Lured by the beautiful weather I made another trip to the ponds today. This time I had cunning plans for the lower pond. I should have known better.
Cunning plan number one - fish the right-hand side of the 'double' swim, as close to the end of the island as possible, use up the bag of groundbait I found in the garage, and fish large lobworms using the lift method. I was hoping that the large worms on a size 6 would deter the small perch long enough for a big roach, perch, or tench to find the bait. Who was I kidding? I got a bite every cast, but only hooked a fish when the worm had been whittled away sufficiently. In total I landed about 20 small perch, none longer than the (original) length of the worm.
Cunning plan number two - try the irresistible small plugs that a friend gave to me recently. I even remembered to bring my light lure rod and reel. The plugs certainly have a great action. At least when they don't catch leaves on the retrieve. Or when they are sitting on the surface, motionless due to the line being hooked over the very tip of a high branch of an overhanging oak tree. Twice... The first time I managed to get back the plug, almost falling in while waving the rod around. The second time (different branch, different tree, same result) the line couldn't be dislodged. So not wanting to risk winding the plug itself into the tree, I decided to get my float rod, use that to hook onto the plug and retrieve it safely. The first cast with the float rod failed to connect, but I did manage somehow to hook the original oak tree. One lost hook, and a float went off somewhere into the undergrowth. On to the line on the float rod, I tied on the other plug that had been given to me. Eventually, after a performance worthy of a West-End farce, I managed to retrieve everything, and returned to my original swim, grateful that Peter had not chosen to wander around the ponds while I was doing a fair impression of Benny Hill at his most ridiculous.
The perch were still active in my swim, so I gave up cunning plan number one and tried corn, paste, and bread. By 7:30 pm, when I left, I had added one roach to my total. It was all of 4 inches long.
Last night when I went to bed it was 15°C, when I got up this morning it was 15°C, and when I arrived at the ponds at 1 pm it was still 15°C. Mild, dull, drizzly, calm, how could I resist? Especially when Mrs. GP said, "When are you going fishing?" I don't need telling twice.
My second cast, with corn as bait, produced an unmissable bite that I didn't miss - after a good fight a crucian of around 1:08 was landed. It was a very fat fish, but apart from that seemed in perfect condition. I was doubly pleased with the fish as I was using a new float that a good friend had given me last week. There was a low level of activity in the swim for the rest of the afternoon, just enough to keep me on the edge of my chair.
Peter turned up and we had a look around the lower pond, seeing what needed to be done on the next working party. After Peter set off back up the field, I returned to my swim on the upper pond. The activity continued - a few lily-tremblers, the odd patch of bubbles. By 6:30 it was dark enough to use a Starlight so a float change was in order. The activity increased a bit as the bats emerged. Just after sunset I had a wonderful bite, the Starlight plunging spectacularly beneath the surface. Quite how I missed it I will never know. Next cast, after a while, a rather hesitant bite slowly developed. "Obviously just a small one, unable to fit the large piece of bread into its mouth," I thought. On striking it was obvious I couldn't have been more wrong. A tremendous battle, and my biggest crucian yet came grudgingly to the net. Careful weighing made it 2:02, a fish in fine fettle. One more cast, but I couldn't concentrate.
So by 8:15 pm I was back home, where the temperature was still 15°C. Did I enjoy myself? Just a bit! Soon it will be perch time, but I'm reluctant to give up on the crucians quite yet...
A small get-together had been suggested for this afternoon/evening. I arrived at around 2:30 pm to find the cows in the field and so parked at the top and walked down. Cole was already on the lower pond and while catching up with him, he had several indications at least two of which were worthy of a strike. Eventually this encouraged me to head to the upper pond, and with uncharacteristically fortunate timing I climbed the stile to find Richard and Jim's cars trundling across the 'bridge' having successfully negotiated the cows.
Richard and I fished the upper pond and Jim set off to try his luck and his 'new' rod on the lower pond. Try as we might, Richard and I couldn't get a bite, and neither could Chris and Merv when they arrived a little later. Initially the conditions seemed perfect, but the weather changed and it became rather cool, and at precisely the time that had been agree for tea, the heavens opened and the tea ceremony had to be postponed. Here's the view from my swim, before the rain arrived:
Just before dark, the cry went up, "Barn owl!!" I missed it as usual. I think everyone except me saw it at least twice. But I did hear it - and what an unusual call it is. We stopped fishing when floats were no longer visible, and retired to the car park where two four-person Kelly kettles were fired up, and for a while the place resembled a miniature steel works with the blast furnace opened.
While we celebrated the session with tea, cakes, biscuits, and "cheese specials", a chorus of owls (not barn owls) celebrated with us. Or perhaps they couldn't believe their eyes at the conflagrations and were busy broadcasting the news. It was around 9pm when a convoy of vehicles negotiated the cows successfully, and we all said our goodbyes at the top gate. An evening that I would have been sad to have missed, proving yet again that catching fish is not a prerequisite for a good time.
Crucians are in here, catching them on the other hand...the ponds were uncharacteristically busy and I headed to the lower and manfully tried to catch something on sweetcorn. I had a bite about 20 minutes in which caught me by surprise and after a couple of lunges which made me think 'crucian', it belted under the tree and skillfully nicked the hook onto a root, much like tench do...drat. Garry arrived on the tail of this mild incompetance and witnessed a series of probable bites, which immediately ceased when he left. After a while I gave up and worked out how many small perch it is possible to catch on pieces of a single lobworm (answer: '37') and it would have been more if the last piece of the unfortunate worm had not slipped the hook. Jim, meanwhile, was even more manfully trying to Christen an old rod that meant a great deal to him. Despite heroic and some might say sarcastic fish-rolling in front of him, he also struggled with all but the small perch. I finally took a small roach on corn, then a last bite on flake excited me until the undoubted specimen crucian that took it, morphed into a 1oz perch...then the barn-owl floated across the gap in the trees across the pond and wafted up the meadow. Jim and I gave in and headed for the kettles.
There was, 'top ponders' included, a considerable gaggle of dabblers, so in the gloom we stood, drank tea, ate fine cheesy crucian-shaped biscuits and made disparaging remarks about relative expertise in the useage of storm kettles. A fine ending.
Fish caught on overpriced maggots
Times seat slipped down the bank due to wet conditions
Leaks found in left wellington boot
Rat running between feet and scurrying along the bank
Snacks prepared and left in fridge overnight
Pair of Kingfishers getting tamer by the day
Cups of coffee
People walking between ponds a mere 20 yards from me
Amount of times got wet then dry again, only to get wet again
Not much to report from the lower pond today. I fished from about 3:30 to 8:30 pm. Some interesting weather, wonderful light just before sunset, and excellent company made the day another special one at the ponds. Who needs fish? I couldn't even get a proper bite - despite resorting to using some of Richard's maggots in place of bread flake. Not even a tiddler. I think that's a first on the lower pond this season!
I had arranged to meet Richard at the upper pond this afternoon, but was undecided whether I would fish or just deliver cake. The weather had cleared up nicely by about 4 pm, so I got my tackle together in the garage, loaded the car, but as I was closing the garage door the most amazing torrential downpour erupted - I got soaked just getting to the car door (all of 10 feet away. I considered not going, but the rain was so ridiculous that I thought it couldn't last long. It didn't, and after 5 minute on the road the sun emerged. The only evidence of the downpour was that the roads were running like spate rivers in full flow.
Arriving at the gate, I saw the bullocks were in the field, and so I parked there and walked down, leaving my brolly in the car as it surely couldn't rain like that again (will I never learn?). I found Richard, catching a crucian on every cast - and had been doing so for half an hour. Wonderful to see Richard, and to see the crucians were obviously responding to the interesting weather. As I tackled up, the heavens opened again - and again it was a downpour of biblical proportions. Richard offered me shelter under his umbrella, but I was busy tackling up, and getting drenched. Richard continued catching crucians and so I was expecting my float to bury as soon as I cast out. It didn't.
I didn't get a bite until sunset when I caught a couple of little ones, and we witnessed the barn owl fly along the opposite bank and begin to hunt in the cow field, which was a first for me here: a very special sight indeed.
Just as Richard was packing up I landed a not-so-little one. We weighed it at 1 lb 13 oz; a beautiful fish. "I think I might go home now and give Mrs. GP a shock by getting back early. I won't get any more big ones now", said I. But I gave in to greed, and stayed. I'm glad I did, because before Richard's car had reached the gate I had added two more to the tally. Both weighed at least 1lb 10 oz - I did weigh them, but not very carefully. I stayed on for one more bite, which was unmissable and I did the usual (missed it). They were still feeding when I left at around 9 pm, but I decided to leave them in peace. Next time it will definitely be the lower pond. Once my tackle and clothing has dried out...
It was a truly splendid evening. Some additional words from me...I arrived to find the cows staring at me over the gate - in the excitement of going fishing I stupidly drove through - my wife was crying with laughter when I retold the story this morning - ministry of silly walks, mud, cow poo, gates, assertive shooing, me flustered, muddy and sweating! Deep joy! I eventually made the calm and quiet sanctuary just before the most amazing "weather" - sun, rain, dark skies, thunder, lightning, sun...and the top pond fish were on the feed.
A couple of walnut sized balls of my 15 year old secret groundbait to keep them interested and maggots as hook bait saw a few caught before the gentle sight of Garry strolling down the hill - oh how different to my arrival!!
It's lovely to see Garry, nothing to do with him always bringing cake of course! The rain poured down and the bank soon became a quagmire. The fish fed constantly - I enjoy myself so much at the ponds, catching truly is a bonus. Fish from 2" to just over a pound or so it really was one every cast.
Garry caught an absolute corker at last knockings, it was magical watching his float and admiring such a beautiful fish - well done again Garry! Lovely to hear your float was dipping as I departed - I could see it as I drove over the dam - a very fine sight it was too.
Just before I left Garry to enjoy a little longer by himself we were rewarded with the silent visit of a barn owl - it arrived like a ghost and hunted gently around the pond and field - magical!
Another memorable evening and tackle drying at home, a very small price to pay!
A few pictures below - good luck to you all, I really enjoy reading your reports and news, tight lines, Richard
Dave started on the bottom pond and when I arrived, a bit late, he was just putting back a 3lb tench which he'd landed after a ding-dong scrap. A female fish in fine condition. I set up on the top pond and baited up with some micro pellets in two swims. At lunchtime, Dave joined me and set up next door. He'd had plenty of roach, from a few inches up to about 12oz, fishing sinking bread set at about mid-water.
Out came the sandwiches and that triggered off my first bite, a 5" or 6" crucian, followed by another of the same size and then one of 1lb-plus, all on maggot. The bites were very determined and the fish were hooked well inside the mouth though I struck quickly. Meanwhile Dave wandered further up the pond and came back to show me another small cru. I had a couple more small ones and two hand-sized ones - just possibly two of those Dave and I put in from the EA in December. I also lost one fish in the lilies, probably a tench.
All the fish were in sparkling condition, which I was glad to see because we must be getting some re-captures. Just a few isolated bubbles but no other signs of fish. We fished from about midday till 4.30pm, hardly the best hours for fishing. WE saw the kingfisher and a few late swallows.
The only thing that worries me, slightly, is the algae growing amongst the dratted pondweed. I've known outlet pipes to be blocked by the stuff when it goes over the boards as water flow increases with rainfall. I'm pronging it out when it comes within reach of the sluice. Please have a look when you go down there and let me know asap if you think a problem is developing. The tunnel should give it all plenty of room but it might pile up in front of the boards and build the water level dangerously.
Enjoy the end of summer fishing!
After a day of cold, wet, autumnal weather, when I had no urge to fish, today was quite different. Warm, overcast, a hint of light drizzle, with little wind - how could I not go fishing? Chris said he might turn up for a fleeting cast, which was even better.
After my last session in 'the usual' crucian swim, I decided to change species and swim. By 3 pm I had taken myself off to the 'top swim', immediately after the bridge over the stream to try for a tench.
I had raked the swim last time so it was possible to present a bait reasonably well. As there was a handful left over from lunch I decided to try chickpeas, a favoutite bait when I fished for tench (and carp) previously. There were no signs of fish for ages, but I was kept busy trying to get some sort of photo of one of the pond's monster dragonflies. I only have a rudimentary camera, and even more rudimentary photography 'skills'. After much messing about, I did manage to get an image, which includes my float, and the reflection of the insect.
While recovering from my photographic exertions, I heard a buzzard mewing loudly, and it spent about 30 minutes gliding above me. So out came the camera, and another 20 minutes of failing to photograph anything of interest (unless you like nondescript clouds). Eventually I got it:
What about the fish? Well in the time I was in this swim (almost 5 hours) I saw one tiny fish leap clear of the water, and one fish making some serious bubbles near my float, for all of 30 seconds. I never got a bite, on chickpeas or bread.
Chris turned up, and after picking up the loaf I made for him ages ago, he set off for a few casts in the lower pond. Only to return after about 10 minutes to borrow a reel. When he returned it at about 7:45 pm he reported seeing a fish roll in the 'usual swim'. "I'd go there for the last hour", he said. So I did.
First cast, at 7:55 pm produced a hand-sized crucian. There followed a silly half hour when it was a bite every cast. I managed a half-dozen crucians, all hand-sized except for one, which was at least 1 lb 4 oz (guessed). The bites tailed off at around 9 pm, though there was still fish activity in the area. The bait used in this swim totaled three slices of bread, including the loose feed. All bites came on breadflake. All were sail-away unmissable ones. I didn't miss six of them... Mind you, I was surprised to hit any, as I was using my tench tackle - 8 lbs breaking strain line, direct to a no. 8 hook, and big pieces of flake - hardly delicate crucian tackle. Just imagine how many I'd have caught if I was fishing properly!
I drove home with the windows down, as it was still rather warm. By the time I had sorted out my gear (finding my landing net is terminally damaged) and settled down to read my e-mails, the temperature was still 18°C. I should have stayed longer...
Good luck on Wednesday.
So, the plan was to potter about the Lower Pond and try a bit of 'drop-shotting' for perch with the MKIII. That is to say, I tied a no. 4 hook on, put three swan-shot on the tag end of the line and bumped a hook full of maggots across the pond-bed. This yielded a number of small indignant perch that found little about a size 4 hook that impeded them in any way. Heh. I slipped on a small quill and removed more small perch at one-per-cast until I thought I'd had enough fun and so headed for the top pond...
...I decided on the last swim by the willows before the bridge and it was a nice enough evening, if overcast.
I'll try to capture the spirit of the evening here; stare at this float for four hours, drinking a cup tea every half-an-hour.
There you go, that was my evening. The moon was rising over the cowshed and the camera, for once, took it like it was, blurry with autumnal mist and cloud.
Perfect late summer weather - but rather too much sun for the pond's fish, or so I thought. I was set up and had the swim baited before 3 pm, and as there were no signs of fish, before starting I thought I would get the rake and spend 10 minutes or so weeding, and also retrieve the towel I left behind last time (thanks Mike). Three swims thoroughly raked (I'm going to try that 'end' swim by the stream next time), soaked through, and covered in silt, I went back to my swim. The "10 minutes raking" turned out to be over an hour! So it was after 4pm when I made my first cast.
Having had my lesson from Chris last time on how to identify flycatchers - they are the ones that aren't swallows/swifts/martens, that swoop about catching flies, so even I can identify them - I was entertained by them while waiting for my first bite. It came remarkably quickly, a fine crucian of at least one and a quarter pounds (guesstimated). By 5 pm I had added another small crucian to the tally.
I was interested to see the flycatchers were now spectacularly busy with their acrobatics directly above me, which was a change from last time when they stayed on the other bank. I realised they must be devouring the clouds of flies attracted by the gentle aroma of ancient silt emanating from my clothes and me. At the ponds, even the clouds of flies have a silver lining!
I was dragged away from the antics of the birds by an unmissable bite, which for a change I didn't miss. This was obviously a big one - into the pads, around the clear area, into the pondweed, repeated several times. It was a real tussle, which resulted in a crucian of slightly over 2 lbs, my biggest ever, and my first two-pounder from the ponds.
After this success, I was tempted to pack up, but decided to stay, as I wasn't expected home until after dark. I'm glad I did, because after a couple of small crucians, another proper fight resulted in another big one, weighing in at 1 lb 12 oz. I fished on into the dark. Around sunset there was a lot of 'flipping', mainly of small fish, but I did lose another big one to a hook pull. I caught quite a few (at least 10) small crucians before I packed up. Some were small indeed, no more than 4", and quite a lot of the fish that were 'flipping' looked smaller than that. Several tiny ones leapt clear of the water. It would seem that there is plenty small ones 'coming through'.
I packed up at about 9:15 pm, under a very bright (half) moon, and enjoyed the drive home immensely. You can tell the nights are drawing in, as when I got home, Mrs. GP was still up and about. After I had changed and put my silt-stained clothes in the washing machine, she appeared, saying, "What happened, did you fall in again?" She seemed genuinley disappointed when I said no. There's just no pleasing some people. I'm easily pleased, just give me a pond and some crucians to fish for and I'm happy.
I arrived at the upper pond at about 2.30 pm, the overcast, humid conditions seemed perfect and I was soon fishing. As the action doesn't usually start until later, I decided to use corn and just leave it out until the fish began to stir. Imagine my surprise when after less than half an hour the float lifted and sailed off determinedly to the left. On striking, it was obviously a very good fish. Into the lilies and out again, one tour of the perimeter of the weed, then it really woke up, and shot away from me, directly into the Canadian pondweed. Not wanting to lose this one, I eased off the pressure a little, and began a gentle tug-of-war, but the fish had other ideas. Generating an impressive sheet of bubbles, it powered off through the pondweed, and the line snapped... No idea why, it was not a knot that went, it looked like a clean cut just above the float. The line (4 lb) was new on the reel this month. I got my float back, but not my equilibrium. It was clearly one of the big tench.
I retackled slowly, £ing and testing the line carefully; it looked fine. I was going to use corn again, but on my last put in while plumbing the depth, the hook came back with some bread attached. It must have landed directly on one of the small pieces I fed on arriving, so I took it as a sign that bread was the bait to try. Out went the float, and after no more than a few minutes, down it went. This fish stayed on for about a second, before the hook pulled. Two bites on my first two casts - in the afternoon! It couldn't happen again. It did, third cast the float lifted, sank steadily, and I struck into thin air.
It was quiet after this, until Chris arrived, when the air became loud (relatively) with much chat about recent fishing. He set up in the next swim, but neither of us had any bites until just after tea, during which we were entertained by the flycatchers doing what they do best, and a huge emerald green dragonfly that landed on Chris' leg several times, testing his trousers as a potential egg-laying site. Eventually it decided against the idea. Chris had a most extravagant bite, which he missed in spectacular fashion. Taking the hint, I went back to my fishing.
On recasting, it was almost a bite every cast (breadflake), many of which I missed, and the ones I did connect with produced small, very welcome, hand-sized crucians. Chris experienced the same - beautiful, 'unmissable' bites, most of which were missed. We were both using fairly large baits and can only assume they were small crucians carrying off the bait but unable to get the hook in the right place (the right place for us, of course!). Using Starlights we fished into the dark, and I caught my best one of the day, about a pound. We packed up at about 10 pm, after my most eventful session this season.
As well as the big tench, I also lost my favourite small towel. If anyone finds it, I would be grateful if they could put it with the rake. I'll be back to catch that big tench soon.
Fishing wise I lost a decent crucian from the Upper Pond at the net just after Steve had caught his crucian. Steve kindly donating me some of his worms when he left and Chris who had been fishing the Lower Pond with Nigel moved into his vacated swim. Bonus for me was a very welcome brew and piece of cake from Chris. Fish started to bubble approaching dusk and I had a crucian of around a pound and a quarter and a few more bites before pulling out of a fish at the end. Highlight of the day was a barn owl that came across the Pond at dusk.
Chris had caught a couple of crucians when I left but they were bubbling in his swim so he may have had more. Nigel had some small stuff from the Lower Pond but no crucians or tench.
A brief note to let you know how I got on this trip.
Richard had contacted me to say that he would be fishing on the 16th, the day of my travel. I made my long journey down via the local tackle shop to purchase some bait, and then to a local inn to gain some sustenance, £ed in to my accommodation and then made way to the ponds.
I found Richard in good spirits and had not intended to fish that night at all. I did give in. I gathered my tackle from the van and set up a couple of swims down from Richard. It was good just to be here again. I think Richard had a good day and we stayed until the approaching darkness. Tomorrow I would be here in earnest.
I had intended to skip my breakfast and be at the ponds very early on the Thursday morning. However, the journey the day before had taken it out of me, and besides, it was set for rain. A fair weather fisherman now I tucked in to a very good fry up and lots of tea before thinking about departing.
I arrived at the ponds around ten thirty-ish and was greeted by warm sunshine. I setup in the swim that Richard had been in the day before, as I knew it had been raked. There were no signs of feeding fish. Around twelve my float slowly submerged, I grabbed the rod which then hooped over. The fight last all of five seconds then the hook gave way. Damn! Well, at least I know they are feeding. I re-cast and settled down to more tea drinking. I noticed that I was bringing in weed when I reeled in so around one thirty I raked the swim three or four times, baited it again and went off to a local hostelry for some lunch.
I returned after two and recast. There were no bubbles or signs of feeding fish in the swim at all. Non-the-less I was very content. Not long after the bells had rang seven times, my float again slowing slid below the surface. Once again lifting the rod which hooped over and a dramatic battle commenced. At this point I had no idea what it, was but it was desperate to get into the bed of lily pads. I gave as much strain as I dared. It then changed direction into more open water and then back again towards the lilies. I though that I had it under control until it managed to wrap itself around the one lilly stem that was jutting out of the bunch. I didn't know what to do. I gave as much strain as I dare again and then fish raised near the surface, it was a Tench! Blimey I can't loose this one. Keeping tension on the line I tried to reach the stem with my landing net to break it free, but it was just slightly too far away. Total stalemate occurred. I had to give in. Releasing tension from the reel was the last thing I wanted to do as I knew the fish would easily drop the hook. However that was my only option. The fish went berserk and freed itself shooting out of the beds and into open water once more. Keeping it near the surface, I managed to bring it over the waiting net. This pond is very well known for its Crucians but I fish for Tench here and was over-the-moon with this specimen. I haven't caught one in this pond for ages.
I had received a mail to say that two other members were to be fishing on the 18th so I made my mind to fish another local pond. Again after a leisurely breakfast I decided that I would make my way back here to say hello before making my way to my fishing destination. However when I arrived around elven there was nobody there. Again I gave in and changed my mind about fishing the other location and went back to the same swim I fished the day previous. Around lunchtime I had the same sort of bite. No bubbles or knocking of the float, it simply slowly slid under the surface. Lifting the rod I knew straight away I was into a good fish and thought it o be another Tench. I could not believe it when I drew it over the net, it was a huge Crucian. I did not weigh it but was easily over one pound. The reel I was using on the day was a three inch Popular and can be seen in the picture that the fish must be at least nine inches in length.
I know there to be a military firing range in the county and the 'booms' can be heard for some distance. However, today the sounds were quiet and loud somewhat different to the norm. I was treated to a short shower and then the air turned really cold from what was a nice sunny day. This could only mean one thing - thunder. I was not wrong and did not have to wait long before then next storm rolled in. This time it was much closer. I reeled in and sat in the car as the rain began to fall in rods. I noticed two cars roll down the track, this must be the chaps who were going to fish today. Some time passed before I vacated my vehicle and went back to my swim. I really didn't fancy my chances after the storm and cold rain. This often stops fish feeding. The two chaps also came round to say hello and one setup on the top pond the other went onto the bottom pond.
I was amazed to see my float slide uder around five thirty and was overjoyed to land a final Crucian before packing up and making the long journey back home.
Pictures are on ye olde blog. Please excuse as the blog is also my gardening diary.
All the best,
This was my first proper visit since the end of June, as we had family staying with us for the month of July and the first few days of August. Arriving at around 2:30 I met Mike fishing the upper pond, just about to pack up. We had a good chat, and I took my time settling into the swim. After just one cast, I spotted Jim's car coming down the track, he having managed to get away from work a bit earlier than expected. More chatting, but eventually we both got down to fishing. Things were pretty quiet, there were a few signs (mainly lily twitching) to show fish were around but I couldn't get a bite. So it continued until the savior of my day hove into view.
As promised, Chris arrived, and just before he set up I scrounged a few maggots from him. This was the turning point. Four maggots on the hook produced a hand-sized crucian, followed (next cast!) by another. "Very good maggots these, Chris." I didn't quite catch his reply. The next bite produced a fine fish, weighed carefully at 1 lb 10 oz, despite it looking for all the world like a two-pounder. Soon, another bite produced a crucian of around a pound. "These really are exceedingly good maggots, Chris." His response was unprintable. All these fish were caught on the same four maggots, as I decided to follow the advice given to me by a wise and experienced angler, "Never change a successful maggot." Unfortunately I had to replace the fab four with new ones, and the bites slowed down, but eventually I landed another small one.
Now it was time for tea. We marveled at the bright, unblemished state of Jim's Kelly Kettle, and celebrated its first boiling with tea and cake. As we returned to our fishing, Chris said, "I can't believe you are not going to get another brace." And as dark drew in, that's just what I did. This time using bread flake. One of them was the prettiest crucian I have seen for ages, plump with striking red-tinted fins. Chris guessed its weight precisely (1 lb 8 oz). One more smallish crucian completed my catch. As we were saying out goodbyes at the car park, I saw a spectacular shooting star (the best for years), and was on my drive home I was overlooked by a magnificent deep orange moon, which rose just as I left the ponds. It was an evening to remember indeed.
For some inexplicable reason, I didn't take a single photo... I think I was just too happy to be back at The Saxon Ponds and catching a few for a change!
A little update from me after a morning trip on Friday.
Being a new member I have not only had that schoolboy excitement one gets at joining such a lovely place, but the added bonus that my crucianless trips of late have each given golden memories - I adore the ponds and their associated wildlife. So much to see and admire.
I left Bridport at an unearthly hour and reached the ponds before sunrise to free wheel down the hill with lights off so not to disturb our neighbours. Interestingly no bird song or dawn chorus.... I know it's quieter now, but absolutely silent.
The fizzing and frothing in a few top pond swims and water the colour of Caramac (remember those?) made my decision an easy one - much excitement on my part at not only having a day off but also my lovely wife telling me not to rush back (no jokes please!!).
A few small balls of my special bread paste and my quill followed - the top pond crucians were on the prod, but ever so finnicky. Many air strikes and mutterings from me at how naughty they were thankfully muffled by the ever increasing wind - gnarly is the surfing term and with only the odd light shower it was perfect fishing weather.
I enjoyed switching my tackle (rare for me as I am a low tech lazy angler) and bait - these crucians make you think!
After losing two lightly hooked fish I ended up with six golden fellows. I called it a day just before 2pm and the most torrential rain in a while for my journey home.
A few pictures below - a cormorant landed on the top pond (I chased him off) and he tried to land on the lower pond but I was waiting for him!! Be gone you swine! I also did a little light weed maintenance.
Very best wishes to you all, Richard
Went to the Top pond on Thursday to have a little dabble, lightly baited a couple of swims then out came the rake n ran that through the new swim on the opposite bank, the new swim on the far end each getting about 10 passes, then through Garry's and Tom's swims ( as I call them) 5 passes each. Then decided to rake a channel through the main body of the Canadian, this I did for 2 main reasons.
Firstly to maybe intercept Tench which, I feel, may be spending most of their time in there. Secondly to help out a small bed of 'mares tail' which has become enveloped, hopefully it will get some more morning sun and cope a little better.... and I thought an 'open water' swim would be a bit different ! ( Please tell me if you disagree Peter ) 40 passes that got, although you wouldn't think so.
Started fishing around 11am and despite missing sitter after sitter of a bite was finally rewarded at 2.30pm with my biggest Saxon Crucian yet at 12 1/2" long , beautiful, like well cared for brass ornament.
I suspect Peter probably takes a tin of Duraglit down to each netting and gives them all a secret polish. :-)
The moorhen chicks have taken to adopting their older siblings ( an earlier brood I suspect ) , the siblings then in turn look very confused, and to add to their new found burden they then get severely chastised by mum and dad moorhen for misleading the new chicks.....poor siblings. Very amusing though for a small minded one such as myself.
My grandson Leo, 10 years old and visiting us from his home in the US, and I arrived at the ponds at about 4:30 pm. We chose to fish the lower pond as Leo likes plenty of bites, so we were armed with a pint of maggots in addition to other staple baits. It was delightful to meet Jim and his guest, who were fishing the 'double' swim, and just about to move to the upper pond. At least that's what they said - though I felt a little guilty, as I suspect we scared them off!
As expected, Leo had bites from the first cast, though he was very rusty so lots were missed. We fished through to 10:45 pm, which Leo loved. Leo also enjoyed firing up the Kelly Kettle, another new experience for him. Interestingly, as the fish activity increased a bit with the dying of the day, so did Leo's concentration and evident excitement.
Especially when we attached a Starlite to the float. All his fish were small, mainly perch, with a few roach, though he did lose what might have been a small crucian. What little fish activity there was (not that much) started around 10 pm and by the time we left, the pond was becalmed and undisturbed by fish.
We had a wonderful time, and can't thank Peter enough for allowing us to fish into the dark. It was a new experience for Leo, and on the way home he announced that he wants to live in the middle of the countryside!
A day awarded to myself to 'blood' the MKIII and see what the small stuff was composed of. A leg-dangling tiddler-bash. I parked on the dam and mucked about with the renovation, a small porcy and a size 16, simple stuff. Said simple stuff removed a flurry of small roach, mostly by fishing off the bottom. A few perch showed and I discovered that dragging the bait a few feet would pick up one such as likely as not. The thin springy tip of the Blue Rod worked neatly for tiddler snatching. It also flicked the quill and its single no.6 shot 10 yards with little effort, so for fun I pulled a few more perch from in-range nooks and dropped a selection into a landing net for a photo.
I decided to try the top pond for a bit, with a few shrimp and some bread. My first thought was the swim nearest the dam, but it was so shallow I tarried only to plumb the depth. I'm never very confident in such shallow swims, so I moved up the pond to between two patches of lilies. Four hours there drove me nuts. There were fish present continuously but try as I might (and I tried) I conjured only two bites (on bread) in the first two hours and missed them both. I then hooked a crucian which rolled under my feet and nicked the hook onto some hornwort. I'm not saying how big that was. I missed another bite, then hooked another which I netted sharpish, after a tussle it must be said. Here it is. It's not a bad one. I missed another bite and by now large crus were rolling with the small, but nearing insanity, I edged off.
Another very pleasant morning at the ponds on Monday.
The bottom pond looked as inviting as ever, however after two failed visits I decided to take advantage of the wonderfully cleared, weed-free swims in the top pond. All wildlife on duty as ever and after a fruitless three hours, finally some nice Crucians.
In addition, the appearance of the newest members of the Moorhen clan. Is it just me, or do they not have more than a passing resemblance to the Fab Four, although due to their numbers, obviously during either the Stuart Sutcliffe or Pete Best years! Younger readers ask your parents!
Many thanks to all of you who keep the ponds such a great place to visit, I will come and help one day, I promise!
The top pond is over-grown with pond-weed, so three-and-a-half of us rolled up and threw weed-rakes around for an hour to try to thin the stuff out a bit. It makes fishing awkward, gives the fish cover almost everywhere making location tricky, and lastly and more significantly, it sucks the oxygen out of the water at night and can occasionally cause fish problems because of it. It's also wet and silty...
I admit I was tempted to fish an upper pond swim I'd weed-dragged in the south-west corner by the dam, it looked nice, but I chickened out and headed for the rhododendrons on the lower pond. My plan was to fish until past dark and I'd brought star-lights and floats for them, but intended to fish with an LED torch on the float to see how it worked. I've modified a small LED torch with a piece of plastic tube pushed over the end and lined the inside with a piece of duplon, the idea being to produce a narrow beam of light.
While it was still light, fishing lift style, I had a clutch of perch, one tench then watched 'the' carp amble past, then turn to give my float a good hard stare before thinking better of it. I missed several really big lift-bites, which with hindsight, I should have left until the float sank again...
...I had one more of those lift bites after I focussed the torch on the thin cane, then swapped it for a small translucent tipped quill, which lit very nicely. Dusk came and despite tench bubbles all over the place I didn't get another tench-bite, although I was literally on the edge of my seat for an hour. A bit after dark the little quill bobbled flat and I thought for a moment it was a crucian, 'alas' a decent roach. Then all becalmed and for the next hour the float didn't stir a millimetre, so I packed up at 11:30 or so.
As for my last trip here, plenty of roach priming and a few skippy crucians topping at dusk. Feels odd to be out that late and not feel cold.
This object was found when the contractor removed the fallen tree from the bottom pond. Dave thinks it is a colony of freshwater sponges...
These mysterious "blobs" are possibly unique invertebrates bryozoans (not, as first thought, bits of crucian fishers' addled brains) or more commonly "moss animals" and are generally a sign of good water quality and rarely cause problems...
Arrived at the gate to find no cows in the field, but decided to walk down anyhow, as I've come to like the walk along the track. It's nice to catch a glimpse of the water on the way down. And as I was staying late I didn't want to disturb the neighbours by driving back up the track in the dark. I settled into the usual swim, the only one fishable at the moment as I raked it fairly thoroughly a week ago. My first cast was at 5:30 pm. The pond was quiet, still, and nothing moved. Not even the kingfisher was around. It remained like this until about 10pm, the lilies trembled from time to time, but that was the extent of the fishy activity. I have never known the pond so quiet - one of those days when nothing stirs. Not even an owl hoot to mark the darkening sky.
By 9:45 pm I was still without a touch, but determined to fish a bit later than usual, I fitted a Starlite to my float, and carried on. At around 10 pm the fish became more active, but still seemed reluctant to leave their lilies. By 10:15 pm I was busy wondering where the mouse that has been a regular visitor had not appeared (maybe he's a church mouse, and so was off performing his Sunday rites), and why my Starlite had just plunged under the surface. Strike, you fool! A fish was hooked, and duly landed - a fine crucian of 1 lb 11 oz. Next cast, there were a few indications, as I was fishing bread I was concerned my bait had been removed, so in it came. All was OK. A fresh pinch of Warburton's finest went out into the dark. As the float settled, I had an unmissable bite - which I missed. The fish were still active, so I stayed until 11 pm, by which time all was very still and quiet again, and I packed up.
Walking back up the track, a beautiful half-full moon (definitely not half-empty!) watched my progress, and driving home the only thing I saw on the road, apart from a few cats, was a small deer, loping ahead of me like the last greyhound in the last race of the night.
Arrived at the upper pond at around 2pm, having walked down from the road, and met Mike fishing by the At the end of a very enjoyable chat (I fear I made him late leaving - sorry Mike) we saw a nice fish roll in the swim I was going to fish - the first big lily bed, where there is a 'hump' in the path.
I have been fishing the swim regularly, and it is fairly clear of pondweed now, so there was no need to I was fishing by about 3 pm, and from then on, there was a low level of fish activity, enough to keep my hand hovering over the rod. But it was almost all confined to the lilies.
At around 9:30 pm, when I had just about dried out after an unexpected shower (will I ever learn?), the At 10 pm, as I was struggling to see my float, it set of determinedly for the lilies, bobbing all the way. My carefully timed strike met thin air. At least for a second or so, until a tree intervened and almost claimed my hook. One last cast into the gloom, but no bite. Packing up, the activity in the swim increased considerably, more than I have seen on the upper pond this season. It seems the time to fish the upper pond would be from 10 pm to midnight or later. What a shame this isn't possible.
Maybe the upper pond is waking up at last? Of course it is! My prediction is that it will be wide awake and the fish ready to take anything chucked at them next week, until August 2nd, after which it will be business as usual. I can be certain of this prediction, as due to family commitments I can't really fish again until August 3rd...
Fished from 4:30 pm, until dark. The same swim as last time, same procedure; raked, waited a while, then baited up, and waited some more. It was delightful to see Richard arrive not long after I started fishing, and Chris and Merv who came a little later. My swim, like the rext of the pond, showed little fishy activity apart from the occasional lily pad trembler. I had promised to visit the other three on the lower pond, but at about 8 pm just as I was about to go and disturb their peace, the fishy activity started, and continued until it was too dark to re-tackle after my last tangle. I missed two good bites, as last time on a big chunk of bread. Some sort of owl flapped up the pond, and just after the church clock striking 10pm, I left. Next time I'll try without raking - it makes the fishing a bit easier, but I'm not sure the upper pond fish appreciate it.
Busy with stuff, I eschewed the 16th, a rare thing, but the mind was elsewhere, plus the Saxon Ponds are unusually busy this year. Nevertheless, I got my usual shady swim and fished from early afternoon through to dusk and managed four small perch and the same number of tench, the last coming as the light left. Small perch and roach made bread and shrimp fishing twitchy work, but for my size 11, I could've plucked a fish every cast, albeit a tiny one. I lost a couple of fish to hook-pulls, one weight zipping under the tree after the float slid off 'on-the-drop', I suspect a 'fouler' and the second, a tench, headed straight out and the hook simply slipped.
Plenty of roach priming and perhaps one or two crucians at the end topped in their skittery way. Nice day out (but you knew that).
Another dawn start on the upper pond, the conditions looked better than last time, only 14°C at 4 am. On reaching the ponds I found the farmer had all the gates on the track closed, which meant it took me almost as long to get from the road to the ponds as it did to get to from home to the first gate. The Canadian pondweed was even worse than on opening day so I had no option but to rake, and having learned from opening day I only managed to get half as much silt over me. I let the swim settle a bit and baited it up. Despite removing a lot of weed, on starting to fish (only two tangles before my first real cast this time) I found there was still enough weed in my swim to make it hard to get into the clear spots, but I'd had enough of raking and so persevered.
It's odd, the perception of time. Usually fishing the ponds time seems to go very quickly - it's dark or time to leave before you know it. But after raking, time seems to slow to almost a stop, while you wait for the fish (and yourself) to recover from the bombardment, the water to clear, and the fish to start feeding like there's no tomorrow. Eventually, I recovered, the water cleared, but there were no signs of fish, for a very long long time.
Once, on looking up I saw the kingfisher zooming along as usual, but on reaching the middle of the pond, wings flaring, he reared up he did a seemingly impossible mid-air stop, and started hovering like a mini-kestrel. After a few seconds he remembered he was a kingfisher and zipped over to a bush on the opposite bank. Later on I might have seen the hobby, I'm not sure, but it looked just like the picture in the book (I looked it up after opening day). Unlike the picture, the real thing didn't stay still long enough for a proper inspection.
No bites or fishy activity for ages, but after re-tackling following one of my many tangles I was £ing the depth without bait on the hook, when I hooked a crucian. Probably foul-hooked, but it did give a proper bite and the fight felt perfectly normal for a crucian. I'll never know, as we parted company after a 30-second tussle. I also managed to lose two favourite floats, luckily finding one of them by accident when packing up. Before that, while using a large chunk of bread, I had my only real bite of the day, and landed a fine crucian, 1 lb 12 oz. I was sure it was a two-pounder. I must get some more 'optimistic' scales.
A Midsummer's Day Tench by Garry:
At 4 am, the temperature in our garden was 20°C so I knew it was going to be a hot day, and I went to the Saxon Ponds, fishing from about 5 am to 4 pm. A careful analysis of the ponds and conditions guided my choice of swim. The one that would give me most shade for the longest time! The 'double' swim on the lower pond. Plenty of fish activity, the carp was enjoying the conditions, a few fish were in front of me, and the odd fish rolled.
For the first couple of hours it was a fish every cast using maggots, and nothing with all my other baits. The fish were small roach (up to about half a pound) and perch (up to about 5 inches). By 8 am I decided on a rest from the tiddlers, welcome as they were, baited with double caster (conveniently my maggots were turning throughout the day) and sat back to enjoy the pond and the shade. One tench was hooked and rapidly shed the hook. So I persisted. After an hour another tench was hooked and landed, much to my surprise and its consternation. It was a long, male tench of 2lb 10oz, which fought strongly, and expressed its indignation in the net by attempting to fight its way out. It was a relief that we both survived the encounter. No more tench, and no bites on corn, bread, or a friend's magic paste. A bite every cast on maggots. I think I must have caught every tiddler in the pond.
After a welcome visit from Peter at around lunchtime, I carried on fishing, but the pattern remained the same, until around 3 pm when even the tiddlers deserted me, and I left at 4 pm.
I am the world's worst bird identifier but even I recognized the kingfisher, huge buzzard, and red kite that came to see me not catching crucians. The farmer was making hay while the sun shone, and so did I. It would have been nice to see a crucian or two, but there is always next time.
For the last decade or so I've struggled to find the right venue for my 'Glorious 16th' celebrations. Each year I looked through the club books, scoured the day ticket waters, and considered the rivers...but I never quite managed to reignite the old sensation of waking early and heading for a quiet rural pond, as I used to do years ago.
I know that these days the focus on the 16th has inevitably swung towards the opening of the rivers, but to me it has always been about enjoying a Stillwater in its early summer splendour. Therefore, it was with more than a twinge of renewed excitement that I put my tackle into the car and swept off through the countryside for my first ever opening day at the Saxon Ponds.
On arrival the ponds looked beautiful and, although by then it was about 6:30, the day still had that calm early morning magic in the air. Of course Garry had done it properly, getting there at first light, and it was no surprise to see him nestled into one of the new swims...he positively drooled when he saw them for the first time!
Not wanting to ruin his view, I tucked myself into a spot out of his line of sight, and set about quietly getting myself sorted out. After having a quick rake around the edge of an overhanging willow, I 'plinked' my float under the trailing branches, then I nestled back to await developments. I'd purposefully set out my stall to catch a tench, and so with a size 12 carrying a nice big chunk of lob tail I suppose it was inevitable that I would only encounter crucians!! So much for small hooks and tiny particle baits!?
Things were bubbling nicely within half an hour or so, but I blew my first chance, and then proceeded to lose two fish (both crucians) in quite quick succession....good grief.
Mike arrived and we said a quick hello, before he tackled one of the classic lily pad swims. It was all shaping up nicely. Fish were moving, nudging lilies and generally making themselves known...but now they were being sneaky. Eventually I got one, but the swim then went dead. Out with the rake again, a cracking little gizmo which screws onto the end of a landing net handle, which allowed me to quietly yet effectively stir things up again in the margin. Then I wandered around to see Garry - to rest my swim, and to blag some top-notch cake.
Eventually I tore myself away from the cake and chatter, and shortly afterwards I even managed to land another pretty little crucian. I think I did have some tench in front of me at one time, the pin-prick bubbles were 'text-book', but no matter how expectantly I hovered my hand over the rod the float simply sat there without moving. I'll be back to try again for a tinca as soon as I can.
A highlight of the day was a juvenile hobby which left the dragonfly population 'minus two'. It did so with the kind of ruthless efficiency which was quite jaw-dropping, the poor dragonflies didn't have a clue what was happening until it was way too late...and it did all this while your back was turned Peter!
I had to pack up at around 4 o'clock, but I left with a very happy soul.
Visited Peter's Eldorado for a second session today and was rewarded with four '24 Carat' minters, all in the 9-12oz range...... beautiful. Very pleased with that and will be raking in the future. Saw the resident Hobby foiled by a Dragonfly, bet that happens pretty rarely ! Another great day in paradise, and cooler too.
On the 17th I raked a swim on the top pond at the Saxon Ponds. Unfortunately I blanked but it was fantastic to be there.
On the 19th I returned to the Saxon Ponds. In the heat I sheltered on the bottom pond in the shade. I caught a number of good sized Roach and a tidler and I also caught a lovely Crucian. All in the heat of mid-day. After 15:00 the lake took on a sinister mood and absolutely nothing touched my bait the rest of the day. I left around 20:30 for a deserved shandy in the Whitchers' Arms.
We've now dealt with the "reed" spread in the top pond. When I say "reed" I mean sedges, which either the birds had distributed or seedlings had spread. I've never known it happen before.
When I say "we", I really mean Jim, who heroically ventured forth on his surfboard and gathered up all the stray plants that we could see. Garry, Dave and I helped with banter and sedge spotting.
I can't decide about whether to leave the fallen tree in place or to have it moved. I'm worried about possible damage to the sluice and the leak mend. Let me know what you think, guys, when you've had a week's fishing close to it.
Thanks to a lot of hard work from a lot of members, the ponds look ready for 16th June, Opening Day. We have opened out the path around both ponds so that access is straightforward but not TOO easy. In the process, more swims are now available on the Semley bank of both ponds. In the top pond, these are by the water lily beds. No one has caught a fish from that bank before, to my knowledge, so these are nearly virgin swims.
The fallen tree on the bottom pond, by the sluice, has not yet been dealt with. Our tree man won't be there until a little while after the beginning of the season so it will be interesting to see if the fish are using it as a sanctuary.
The bridge over the feeder stream at the top of the upper pond was getting a bit ropey so we have made it as secure as possible for the coming season. The leak we discovered near the sluice on the bottom pond has been attended to. It looks a bit "new" at the moment with its shuttering and sawdust but will soon naturalise and blend in with the surroundings.
Both these jobs really need more expensive and permanent treatment but there is not much point in that until the ownership question has been decided.
The one minor problem remaining is the emergence of reed seedlings in the top pond - a number of green spikes sticking out in the most unlikely places. These will have to be dealt with asap; otherwise they will become established beds and hasten the silting up of the pond. We have plans to remove this before the beginning of the season so watch this space!
Unusually, there is plenty of soft weed in the top pond and - for the first time for many years - some in the bottom pond too. You'll probably find a weed rake handy to bring along for your fishing. We have made some effort to clear swims but the Canadian pondweed grows very quickly. It is a pest and there is nothing we can do about it except clear our own swims. In the bottom pond so far it is curly-leafed pondweed, much less invasive.
As always, it will be very interesting to see how the fish have grown: whether the big tench have reached 5lbs yet; will this be the year of the first 2lb roach; how may and big are the crucians; and will any of the elusive big perch come out of the bottom pond?
You'll have kept pace with the summer fishing via the website so I won't repeat that. Just to say that the fishing was as good and as challenging as ever, and the place as beautiful as it has always been. The ponds are looking good. Here are a few pics I took today, in the rain, just to whet your appetite!
As you can see, the lily pads are showing in the top pond, we have repaired the footbridge over the brook at the head of that pond, and there is a fallen tree by the sluice in the bottom pond. At the moment, it is making quite a nice feature, but I shall probably arrange to have it removed by June 16th, mainly because it is a thorn tree and I'm a bit worried that the fish might damage themselves on it. We have cleared a path over the trunk so access is not blocked. One more work session is planned, to make sure the paths are walkable - but not too neat and tidy! The crucians were bubbling today in both ponds.
Thank you very much to those who have worked so hard to make the place as welcoming as it is. We are very lucky to be able to fish such a lovely place, and equally fortunate to have such an enthusiastic and friendly membership.
Sadly, this may be our last season on the ponds if the sale goes through and the new owner has other plans. I shall do my best to argue the case for our crucian sanctuary, rest assured.
I am looking forward to seeing you on the bank on 16th June and thereafter.
We had some welcome guests at the Saxon ponds at the beginning of September, following the success of the Angling Trust's 'Catch a Crucian Month' competition in June. The worthy winners were treated to a surprise day's fishing on the Saxon Ponds.
Arriving at 9:30 the window of opportunity was closing rapidly, not that this was apparent at the time - although this is entirely consistent with August fishing on the Lower Pond. Below is the best of the three crucians I managed. I had one of a few inches more-or-less on arriving, then this larger one, perhaps 8oz, then a smaller one, which went in the keep-net for transfer (managing to contribute two fish to the ten Pete and Dave manged between them). I missed a couple of bites for good luck, but that was it for the day.
The last picture shows the path leading to the dam. If you care to compare it with other pictures of the same, the damage done by the adjoining herd of cows, when a careless person left the gate open, can be inferred.
A work party today, to mend the ten yards or so ruined by the cattle incursion. They'd trampled the mud and displaced the plank walkway that Dave had built over the spring water channels; the whole area was a mess and quite dangerous; it would have been easy to slip into the lake on the mud. Jim had brought his two sons, Ben and Charlie; Gavin and Garry made up the party. The channels were re-dug, much deeper this time, and the timber replaced, with rather doubtful bridges over the channels. I've discouraged members from using this bank access but in a fortnight all should have dried out and be safe to walk on.
Bad news, the cattle got in through the little gate to the bottom pond and demolished the path by the water. You can't walk down the bank on the right hand side of the pond - far too dangerous.
Better news is that once you're through the gate you can fish up as far as the "Armchair Swim" to your left and the swims on the Semley bank aren't affected at all. It's just spoilt the pond's beauty for the time being. We shall have to re-build Dave's walkway!
The huge downpours didn't help matters. It'll all look better when it dries out and the grass re-grows but it's a morass at the moment.
Top pond unaffected though the path is very wet and water levels are up at the moment - should soon subside though.
Back for few hours on the ponds. I had a quick scout round, pausing to take a photograph of the little used entrance to the lower pond - inviting or what?
The pond was in a fickle mood and I could tempt only a single crucian and a solitary tench. However the lack of fish was more than made up by
I moved up to the top pond where a hay baler was working in the adjacent field. Mistle thrushes attracted by insects and seeds were having a feast and a pair of buzzards and a red kite were wheeling and soaring on the look-out for small furry prey. What a great way to end the day.
A few days later I received an email from Garry:
I fished Thursday and Friday (about 6pm until darkish), and today (9:30am - 5pm). Slow on all occasions.
Thursday - top pond, just one fish, a crucian 1lb 10oz;
Friday - lower pond, two tench 3lb and 3lb 12oz (both weighed);
Today - top pond, again just one fish, my best crucian from there, 1lb 12oz.
Peter, Mark and I meet by the barn at 9.00 and elected to fish in a line on the bottom pond. I struggled to catch a few crucians but had a nice tench of 3 -12. Mark did rather better with both tench and crucians but Pete was man of the match with a nice tench quite a few crucians and an immaculate roach of 1 - 07. This fish had strange colouration with a golden sheen to its back and an almost iridescent glow to its flanks.
After Pete and Mark left I moved onto the top pond and fished to the right of the stand of yellow iris. I tried Pete's pinkies but nothing doing so went onto flake and had a sailaway bite resulting in a crucian of 1 - 01. A short tome later I had another good bite and connected with what I thought was a tench as the fish went off in a straight line sending up clouds of bubbles. In fact it was a crucian of 1 - 08. Finally I had one of about 6 ounces. Then all was quiet and I packed up at 4.00pm. I chucked the remainder of my sweetcorn in the swim, some of which floated, and blow me two fat crucians came up simultaneously and took some off the top.
The rumble of distant thunder accompanied by a heavy but brief shower does nothing to dampen my spirit; there is still within me the excitement of the new season and approaching the ponds down the final curve of the stony track is worth the three month wait. I park by the barn noting that the others are here before me. I cast an eye across the pond and spy the mushroom dome of a brolly half hidden behind a bank of yellow iris. It's Garry, recently retired from academia and in the throws of moving house. He's been up since dawn and has tempted a fine tench to open his account. Beyond him I note how quickly April's bank of daffodils has given way to foxglove and parsley.
I found Cole on the lower pond catching a good many crucians, by fishing, as I expected, in the "armchair" swim. I opted to fish with in chatting distance and after half an hour started to catch a few better fish on both bread and corn. Around 1.00pm the bites petered out and all remained quiet until we packed up at 4.00pm. I had five tench between 2-04 and 3-04 and lost a larger one. I also had eight crucians, the two best being both 1-06, two at about a pound and the rest 4 to 8 ounces.
And it rained...
Today's plan for the ' Saxon Pond Dabblers' (including today, but not limited to: 'JAA', 'Dave', Garry' and 'Pete'.) was to fish for crus of less than 6" in length and redistribute, then to cut the bankside paths out, a simple and satisfying job, levelling a yard-wide swathe through the spring greenery. It's not so much a path as a 'rough guide on where to walk if you want to avoid sliding into the pond'.
My plan was to fish from 8am or so, try for the six-inchers and see who turned up and when. The 'umbrella pitch' was all 'toil and trouble', so little further incentive or walking were required. Although the first fish was a tench, there were seven crucians in the bucket before another body arrived. I was all set for some slashing, but was firmly instructed to keep catching. "Oh, all right then" I thought to myself...as luck would have it, the tench were spawning for the most part, so absent and the crucians were very busy indeed. From 8am to 1pm a serendipitously constant stream of bites kept me amused and by the time I'd had enough, was forty odd crucians to the good, with the largest at 1lb 14oz and half a dozen more well over 1lb.
Dave, inspired, picked up his rod, fished alongside for the last two hours or so, and neither people on the bank nor path-clearing put the fish off in the slightest. Dave further padded out the six-incher crucian tally, bracketing them with several tench, some larger crus and a couple of greedy but reasonably sized perch (which took bread and corn). A fine effort considering Garry and myself did our best to trash his swim by cutting down some substantial willows on the other side of the rhododendron.
All-in-all 27 six-inchers were bucketed and of course none of the fish count as it's still the close season. Just as well I didn't enjoy it at all then.
The Lower Pond from the 'Umbrella Pitch'...1
The first tench...2
Tench#3, the destroyer of swims......7
The four best of JAA's pictures, including a rather fine 1lb 14oz crucian. That's probably the most crucians I've taken in a session and suspect it will remain that way for some time.
JAA popped in to try to catch a few crucians to move to the top pond...and failed.
Dave took this rather fine picture of the Upper Pond on the last fishing day.
I followed Dave's example and fished very close in with a tiny quill and scraps of bread - from about 3pm (when I turned up) I had steady sport, with the largest crucian being 3oz at best, but they're all cracking little fish and good fun. Not one of the crus took the float under, just cocked with a single no. 6 shot!
I had one perch mid-afternoon and a bit before dusk single tench around 2½lb I'd say, both of those took the float under!
Good sport, with small crus 'topping' on-and-off all day, no sign of larger ones, I was probably fishing a bit too far out from the edge. It's clear the crus have grown the 'gape defence' hump, suggesting the perch are doing rather well, something for the winter months perhaps.
I haven't fished the Saxon Ponds for two weeks (spending time on the Avon) but neither, it seems, has anyone else judging by the bankside growth. I didn't start until about 11.00am but just as I've found on several previous visits, the fish came on at about 2.00pm. I missed a couple and caught eight from a few ounces to a best of 1 - 14 although that one looked at least two pounds. All on flake and only a foot from the bank. Water is quite brown at the moment but still has transparency. Virtually no bubbling and only the occasional swirl from surface feeding roach.
I left the feeding fish on the lower pond and had an hour on the top pond but couldn't get a bite.
I fished the Saxon Ponds this morning, blanked on top pond so moved to the north bank of the lower pond and had a couple of palm sized crucians, two of a pound each and another of 1 -13. Also had two tench, one being the golden one weighing 1 - 10.
Feeding spell was from 11 - 1.00 then they stopped or moved on. Better fish all fell to corn, bread flake taking small 'uns.
I walked round around the big field, up through the orchard to the other church and back down again to the ponds, where I found Steve from the North fishing the Bottom Pond with no luck. I know how difficult the fishing can be in the afternoon here and made a few suggestions - close in, small hook and bait and so on. Steve said he'd let me know if I'd helped at all, though we both doubted it. He was fishing in Cole's Armchair Swim, as most people do, and I just wondered if a bit of exploration might be worth the effort. I'd tried the opposite bank a week or two ago and had some small crus and tench - but there were some big fish in the swim, rolling in that exciting crucian and tench way. I just wasn't good enough to catch them but had I stayed longer...!
Steve told me that Chris had caught in the Bottom Pond but blanked in the top one a few days ago. Could be that early and late fishing's the answer when things are a bit dour, as they often are in August - late in Chris's case, early for Duncan when he can be prised away from the Victorian lakes. I walked up to the Top Pond and found what I've been looking for - hosts of crucian fry basking and frolicking in the sun on the Semley side. Once I was alerted to the fact that they were there I found more among the lilies on the other side too, not easy to see in water coloured by yesterday's prolonged heavy rain despite the bright sunshine but grand news.
There's plenty of soft weed in the "refreshed by dredging" pond - starwort, milfoil and curly leafed pondweed, and there's obviously been the good spawning I'd hoped for. This time next year, with luck, the pond should be full of 5" crucians - and tench too I shouldn't be surprised. Then we'll move them, some to grow on for us but most to provide other people with some genuine crucians for their fisheries.
Meantime the brood crucians and tench should be packing on the weight, well worth the catching if they can be found.
Dave Redwood had a couple of nice fish out of the Top Pond, which has hardly been fished. Location is the key! Soft weed is growing fast after the dredging - mostly starwort and milfoil - and the new water lilies have been in flower.
Dave took this delightful short video of swallows fly-catching on the Upper Pond.
At 5am I stayed where I was in the marital b. a good place to be sure, lay, listened to the dawn chorus until I was sure sleep was gone. It was a drive of wraiths, more than once visibility vanished into cloud without warning. A spectre or two remained on the top pond as I crossed the dam.
Umbrella swim then (I just like it), some hemp ladling, then hard boiled eggs, ciabatta, zingy orange marmalade in buttered rolls - the last interrupted by the first two of a plundering of tench. Heh.
Corn to start, then a switch to shrimp brought crus. interspersed, then both golden tench in successive casts, the morning streamed by punctuated by tiny lifts and slips, then Pete arrived, 'on his rounds', about elevenses. We talk of this and that, P. went onto The Victorian Estate Lakes and after a quiet interval, enlivened by a foot long grass snake slipping onto shore and the bees over my head in the azalea, a continuous light drone with lower pitched bumblers fading in and out. I opted for lunch at, it transpired, noon. Breakfast was around 6:30am tho'.
Sport tailed off after bread, olives tomato and Parma ham, during though, two outrageous lift bites on corn landed the smallest tinca so far and another 1lb of crucian. Ginger beer...feet up eyes closed...D. came by making me start, I'd drifted into a sleepy reverie playing a word game on the small technology, I had one bite after D. went on, a gentle lift yielding a single roach.
...the big decision now is the cows, various, JAA for the braving of. Since I arrived the farmer flushed the herd into the gated meadow that I have to cross to leave. But when? And how avoid (a) fright [mine] and (b) letting any bullocks out at either end. Hm...
Absolutely, definitely, really, really the last work party this year...honest.
The top pond is now full and looking really good. We need some rain to clear the scum that always covers the surface at this time of year but yesterday I watched half a dozen big crucians sunning themselves by the dam wall. On 16th May we netted the lower pond and re-distributed tench and crucian as well as selling plenty of 3" - 5" crucians to a local angling club. 40 big crucians and 15 good tench went into the top pond and have plenty of room to grow and spawn this summer. Rather more big fish, including some fine roach and good perch, remain in the lower pond.
With far fewer mouths to feed there this year, growth rates should be good. Mind you, the fish won't be easy to catch with all that natural food to keep them fed. The lilies we re-planted after the dredging in the top pond are already beginning to show on the surface.
We're now re-filling the pond. New boards are being put back into the sluice slots - very gradually rather than all at once. We don't want to cut off the water supply to the bottom pond for longer than necessary. Getting out the bottom old boards was difficult. They were of oak and jammed in hard. It's just as well we went to the trouble, though, because they had eroded over the years and were thin and bowed. In the near future they would have given way and we would have lost all our water and fish. We use larch rather than oak now and will replace them every few years when we crop.
This last weekend we treated the mud shallows with garden lime and planted up the soft bank where the machines had moved in and out of the pond, using Flag Irises and Sedges to help bind the soil. The original overgrown water lily beds have been dredged out and we spent some time replanting individual roots to make swims attractive to both fish and fishermen. There was plenty of wood to burn up and we enjoyed potatoes cooked in the ashes, accompanied by cheese and chocolate biscuits washed down with coffee, tea (from Duncan's 'Kelly kettle') and beer. It tasted very good after all our hard work.
Before the 16th June we shall re-stock with brood crucians and tench from the bottom pond, at the same time selling surplus small fish to a local angling club. I shall do some supplementary feeding with organic wheat to keep the fish in good condition in both ponds.
Our crucians grow to 2lbs now and the roach are approaching that weight. Tench should grow on to over 4lbs after the sorting and stock reduction. We have a promising number of good perch growing on very healthily. So the fishing should be good in the coming summer. Because fish usually spawn very well in a newly dredged pond we're hoping for an explosion in the numbers of baby crucians and tench in the top pond, which after a couple of years will be sold to fund the maintenance that small ponds like these need.
I'll keep you posted!
The ponds are fed by a brook that at flood time brings in a lot of sand and mud. The silt trap upstream of the ponds is dredged every year but it isn't big enough to protect the ponds completely. The top pond particularly has been growing shallower since we dredged it 13 years ago. Last summer it was difficult to find much more than 18" of water anywhere in it.
So we've had the machines in, as you can see. First we netted out all the fish and put them in the bottom pond and then drained out every drop of water. As the last of it drained away through the sluice we rescued about 20 nice tench to 2lbs that we'd missed in the netting. These were hand netted from the dam or picked out of the stream below. We were lucky that there weren't any really small tench because we would have lost a lot of them - the soft silt, between 2' and 3' deep made it impossible to get into the pond to rescue fish.
The weather has been ideal for the dredging, warm and dry. The silt has been deposited in two "bunds", one in the field next to the pond and the other at the top of the pond next to the silt trap, which of course has also been dredged. We used two big diggers and two dumpers and they worked for two and a half days.
Over ¾ of the half-acre pond has been dredged and should now give us up to 4' of water. The mud that has been left should contain lots of invertebrates for the fish to eat when they are put back in a few weeks' time. Also, we didn't want to let heavy machinery get too close to the dam. There are power lines over these "shallows" so not much bank space has been lost to the fishermen.
Without exception I always look forward to my trips to the ponds; it's not that I have to make elaborate plans, I am, after all, only twenty minutes away and with a loaf of bread, tin of corn, shoulder bag and ready set up rod I'm fit to go. (No maggots - I ceased using those at least twenty years' ago and fish almost exclusively with bread for most species). And then the first glimpse of the upper pond as one passes down the track - it couldn't be improved. The ponds have been kind to me so far this season, especially the lower pond. The roach are exquisite, not a mark on them, plump silver and metallic blue with bright vermilion fins. Not all though. I've had a few which are flatter in the belly and tending towards a brassy colour. They are also quite slimy, in a breamy kind of way.
My first sorties - I usually go once a week - saw me catching nothing but roach but what roach they are. Best so far had been 1 - 07 but I've heard of larger ones having been taken. We are surely not too far away from the first two pounder. I do hope it falls to my rod as I have, in fifty years fishing, yet to catch a roach of that size. Sometimes I've had fish after fish often with many over a pound but where did those early season crucians go? My friends say I should go on the maggot (and get out of bed earlier) but no, I resist the temptation and if the crucians do not like the flake I usually try corn. But it has been bread that has taken my best two this season, one of 1 -14 and a few weeks' later one of exactly two pounds. Both beautifully conditioned fish and boy do they scrap. Speaking of which I have caught the odd tench to about three pounds and they too go like the proverbial clappers.
Although the lower pond is my favourite I do have the odd half day on the upper pond but despite the profusion of small crucians I do not normally mange to capture that many. Those I do are perfectly minted little fellows, the best I've had going a fraction less than a pound. Another welcome visitor to my net, and one that took me by surprise has been a golden tench, not since the Halcyon days of Whitley Park have I had one of these.
In conclusion I will briefly mention that I have fished the infant Nadder that skirts the field behind the cow byre. It's tricky abut if you can poke your rod through the gaps there's a few fish to be caught. I've had sardine sized roach and a proper little wild brownie. Real schoolboy stuff and well worth a try.
This summer-time I didn't fish The Ponds as much as planned, although paid them more attention later in the season. There's been much more groundwork this year than for several, preparation for a lot of repairs and stock re-distribution. The opening day was as good as ever, three months off allowing spring's colours time to emerge, striking grand contrast to the bare branches of March's last sighting.
I've a new respect for crucians, they learn faster than other species. A few good catches early season are normal, most tactics work, but catches fall off fast, feels even geometric, the crus learning to avoid swims, times and baits more quickly than the roach, perch or tench. For my money the crus are the smarter of the four.
I made the 16th by the skin of my teeth, long anticipated, but the three-week wake of a 'bit of a cold' left me a 4am shadow of myself, but nevertheless, arrived slightly ahead of the sun and fished 'the usual spot' - not as early as some, good fishing, tench, roach and perch, but not the bonanza first day of previous years, Duncan did better but he's a man who likes to sleep rough and rise very early (I assume he likes it). Visiting again later in the month I managed two fine crucians, several tench and roach, again the early birds doing rather better - these being my only crucians from The Ponds this year.
The tactic which works best (at least this year it did) is evening pre-baiting followed by 'au crack sparrow' casting, but I'm NOT a morning person and prefer to catch fewer at a more civilised hour. I didn't go again until October and enjoyed a perfect autumn's afternoon fishing, no gold but perch and roach in abundance, rather too many small ones, a netting beckoning even then.
On a fine December day I spent an hour or so on the Nadder for four wild brownies. I hadn't at first planned to fish The Lower Pond, but it looked inviting, so I waded through half-a-pint of left over maggots and made a good net of small perch and roach, one fine perch that could have eaten any of the rest and two of the better roach. No crus of course, but one always hopes. Then just one more time in February, the Nadder yielding up small roach and more fine wild trout, but the Lower Pond was lifeless then, as it ought to have been.
So, not a big season for me on The Ponds this year, from reports the Lower Pond didn't fish as well as it might have done given the stocks, except to the dawn risers. I'm planning to rectify that this season, hopefully The Ponds will meet me halfway. Rather more fish in the Nadder than one might think though.
JAA popped into the Wetland for a look then spent a couple of happy hours managing to only catch brownies from the Nadder
Having worked my way as far up the field as possible, I then used the 'left-over' maggots to extract a respectable winter catch from the Lower Pond.
Fishing slow internally and out, so loll on the mat as the float lolls under an alder. I nabbed a roach on half a lob at its second time of priming, requiring a cast to the riser. Heh. It's proper autumn, blustery, leaves on the water, green-floats-and-worms day. Except the light here works best on orange...I have decided that the water not driven by the wind is the thing and will trickle corn and chopped worms and wait...
I ate a bit of a 'scotch pie', but 'twas so tasteless the bulk was used as ground bait, it was just as well I'd fried potatoes, eggs and brewed a coffee before setting off...then put on a big porcy and fished a worm halfway across to see what happened. A roach happened. Not a bad one as it turns out, over the pound. More tea then. Since that roach not a fish has primed so after drifting a lob about for a while (you never know) went back to the inside track. On a whim I take the temperature, 14.3°C. It's 18°C on the bank, warm day for October. I just about finish my tin-cup and the little orange bob is off...perch, always good.
On the road in, were a host of big cars attending church, (those that 'Old Bob' would call 'the great and the good' but he didn't mean it as a complement), a mass of expensively clothed, who would argue with the Man himself about exactly what the good book meant. The uncharitable part of me hopes they get the chance...although I should have apologies to make myself in this event.
I miss a 'sitter' for an imagined foot-fall, then switch to a '14', nab two more roach, the first twice the size of the second. I'd seen the pimples on the surface, so was expectant. Tiny worms then accounted for two tiny perch. Heh. I put on a '12', was so busy snapping a yaffle at range I pricked a bigger fish, then miss-timed a strike and lost something quite solid, then redeemed myself with another nice roach. Not so slow.
This last fish signals the pace is picking up, so it is, I nab a further half-a-dozen, the pick of them the last, needing the flash, which accentuates the brass of the scales. I debate a torch on the float and then consider it a good day if ended here.
As we hoped, the better summer has brought better fishing and sport has been good, as the following emails prove.
First visit to the Lower Saxon Pond yesterday quickly redressed all the relative frustrations of last season. Managed fishery pb's for both crucian and roach! Unexpected, but very welcome.
When I arrived at 7:30am the crucians were spawning all over the bottom pond, under any overhanging bushes. The roach were in close attendance feeding on the eggs. Some of the fish of both species were surprisingly big. In the event, I resigned my self to some tench fishing, thinking the crucians and roach would be a waste of time. How wrong !
The crucians spawned all morning, finally stopping about 1pm. Despite the distraction, I still caught four crucians, best 2lb 4oz and 2lb 1oz, three roach, all over 1lb, best 1lb 12oz and six tench, ranging from 2lb 8oz to 4lb, real quality fishing ! The two biggest crus and all the roach did not seem to have spawned yet. They were in exceptional condition. Unlike the big and long old roach of my first two years, they were shorter and much deeper, with a bronze sheen. More like the Lakes fish. Beautiful!! Made up for a total roach blank last season.
I double £ed the weights of the biggest roach and crus, deducting the wet mesh, because they were both 4 ounces better than my previous pb's at the Saxon Ponds. Just for the record. If the roach have spawned, they have made a miraculous recovery. They are only just spawning in some stillwaters down here, a record I think.
I am sure none of this is news to you, but could not resist reporting such a significant turnaround from last season. The opposite seems to be the case at the lower Victorian Estate Lake, which is now completely weeded up and gin clear, making for very challenging conditions. My first visit on the 17th produced just one cru of 2lb 8oz at 2:30pm, plus a carp. That crus had not spawned yet, so the only hope is that the raked gaps will colour up when the fish begin feeding after spawning. Otherwise it is going to be a challenging season. Early and late plus nights are not for me anymore, especially when a two hour round trip is involved.
DR and DH had some good sessions, but JAA has done even better, as he describes:
The Lower Pond fished its head off today - I rather reluctantly went home as the tench had started it seemed.
I had 9 roach to 1lb 4oz, 10 crus to 1lb 8oz, 3 tench at 2lb 12oz, 3lb 6oz, 3lb 10oz, 1 perch. Lost 4 fish to hook pulls and missed a dozen bites. Looking at the fins on the roach and crus they've both spawned and there's already small shoals of fry on the pond.
Saw one carp mooching about that I'd put around 17lb.
You can see a gallery of JAA's fish on his website.
Oh yes. And we now have a barn owl, wonderful.
Let me be frank right at the outset. This isn't a tale of crucians, they were notable for their absence this time, but I didn't have too bad a day and as usual, the Ponds were a lovely place to be in High Summer.
High Summer means getting up ridiculously early and I deliberately chose a nearby pub that has a back door I could sneak out of at first light for my B&B.
A short, quiet drive through old villages draped in mist and I was silently letting myself in to the The Ponds at 4.45a.m. Tackling up in the half-light chatting quietly to DH, I was going to join him on the Lower Pond when we spotted a lot of tench bubbles fizzing all over the place near the dam wall and I knew I had to cast to them. Why go searching for fish when so many of them were happily advertising their presence?
A cane rod not fished with since being restored and a newly modified Speedia centrepin made my first few casts a little poor, but on the third I was spot-on amongst the bubbles and followed with a few small offerings to keep them interested. It wasn't long before the float twitched as fish brushed against my line or swirled the bait off the bottom with the wash from their tales and I knew it wouldn't be long...
The float dipped slightly, came up again and then was gone before I could react. I lifted the rod up as quick as I could and the tip dived for the water and the reel spun in my hand as a fish ploughed across the water to my right. With the rod kicking in my hand and the tip taking bigger and bigger plunges down to the water I had to let the fish run-on with the reel burning across my thumb, but eventually it slowed down only to turn and come flying back to the left with me desperately trying to recover line and keep in contact with it. A couple of bats of the reel and I could feel the fish once more just as it turned yet again and ploughed back through the baited area with me now grabbing the spool in both hands to slow it.
I think the fish and I tired about the same time. He'd probably had a better nights sleep.. It was twelve minutes past five and I looked down at a tench of about 3 pounds sitting patiently in the net as I slipped the hook out and put him back without taking him from the net.
I caught a couple of smaller ones over the next half hour but it soon became clear the tench had moved off after that disturbance. Quite why the tench in the top pond scrap so hard I don't know, but they do and they are a very different fish indeed from those poor, frequently caught individuals who live in more commercial waters. They warrant a trip just to fish for them alone really and whilst one does go to The Ponds for crucians, it's impossible to be disappointed by such fishing.
As the light increased I moved to the Lower Pond to join DH and we fished a couple of spots on the South side, generously leaving the more productive side to JAA and GP who were to join us later..or so we honestly thought.
Finding any fish proved hard work and the only spell of note during the rest of the morning was an hour where I managed to occasionally hold some perfect roach of just under a pound in my swim. I'm no great roach angler but I did get a bit of a rhythm going for a while and actually managed a half dozen of the quick-biting flighty things before they moved off. Each one, lit up by the mid-morning Sunlight, was a picture of vibrant health and hard to put back so perfect were they to look at.
DH had a steady day to my right, finding a crucian at last, but poor JAA and GP didn't get a bite. So much for the better swim, sorry...we meant well. At 11.30 a.m. the whole Ponds went quiet and I feared we'd not see another fish before darkness.
We called lunchtime early and DH assembled his fiendish folding barbeque and loaded it up with fine charcoal followed by some seriously high quality sauages as I thawed out the slow-fried onions in my cool box and got bread rolls and sauce bottles out. We know how to live!
Just as the food was ready we were joined by Peter and DR whose sense of timing was astounding. Almost too hot to eat now, the temperature was hovering around 31°C and we just quietly nattered in the shade, ate scaldingly hot sausages and watched The Ponds shimmering in the heat. During the whole day I saw two walkers hand in hand and a half dozen light aircraft high above us in the bright blue sky. A perfect Summer's day fishing at The Ponds again. Contentment personified.
Thank-you DH for the invitation and thank-you Peter for once again providing me with the highlight of the year's fishing. Please can I catch a crucian next time?
PS from JAA: GP and myself fished from near dawn until dusk with only one bite between us on what was probably the hottest day of the year - luckily GP, my guest, had the bite and a fine roach! Good thing there were sausages. The Ponds, especially the Lower Pond, are fishing well this year, but remain early morning waters and as ever, do not respond well to many footfalls on the banks - the latter as it should be of course.
After what seems like the last 12 months of winter, let's hope that 2013/14 turns out to be a hot and bumper season. When we netted the top pond (and The Wetlands) we found that growth rates have been dismal and that there were very few young fish, all thanks to the ultra-poor summer. Sport was pretty patchy but as you can read below, some decent fish were caught. And, of course, the ponds are still a marvellous place to visit to get away from it all.
We put back all the best crucians and some nice tench after netting the top pond. I think we missed quite a lot of the latter because the results didn't reflect the numbers of tench caught on rod and line during the season. The water was very cold when we did the job and it's quite easy to drag the net over the top of fish hunkering down in the mud. It will be interesting to see what comes out early season. I don't want it to become a tench pond rather than a crucian pond!
My plan for the top pond is that the crucians will breed well this year but if we missed a lot of tench that becomes less likely. I rely on this pond to provide numerous young crucians to boost the species - so let's hope this summer is warmer and the tench aren't too much of a problem. The fishing for the crucians in this pond will be more difficult because we sold most of the 4" - 8" fish to make room for the (hopefully!) new year's hatch, but there are enough bigger ones there to give you some sport if you're good enough!
The bottom pond stock remains the same as last season, with numerous good roach, crucians and tench and a few cracking carp. Last year I felt the pond was over-stocked and fed the fish on pellets throughout the closed season and until the end of June. I think on reflection that this was a mistake and that the low water temperatures meant that the fish were not eating as keenly as is usual at that time of year. Even in July and onwards, when I'd stopped feeding, sport didn't improve very much and blank days were commoner than they should have been. It may be, of course, that the fish were feeding earlier or later than usual.
Still, N. had some good fishing, as you can see from his account below. JAA had an interesting 16th, with a beautifully conditioned low-double carp on the split shot he was using instead of a plummet - there's a pic on his website: Quite an angling feat this, because he was geared up for crucians! (JAA says - An Octofloat, 4lb line and a size 14...). This was the only carp caught during the season. They can often be seen but remain a challenge! Duncan eventually did quite well with the bottom pond crucians by fishing early mornings - those who came later didn't do quite as well. The roach were elusive, though there's now a new generation of good fish coming through and you can often see them rolling during the last hour of daylight. Tench have come out to about 3½lbs from both ponds.
There have been no signs of otter or cormorant predation but please be vigilant and report any sightings to me.
We've cut back the rhododendrons and dogwood so that you should find walking round the ponds much easier. JAA and The Woodsman made two big bonfires of the cuttings and we enjoyed old-fashioned spuds baked in foil in the ashes. D. and R. helped with the netting. Thanks to all of them for their willing efforts.
The top end of the top pond, including the silt trap, has been dredged and that part looks rather muddy at the moment. Hopefully, by the beginning of the season it will have greened up and not look too unsightly, though again we need good weather to help things dry out and for plants to grow. By the time you get this newsletter, the big and dangerous willow at the top of the bottom pond should have been pollarded and the over-hanging dead oak branch cut back. Notices have been displayed by the top pond warning about the danger posed by the over-hanging power cables - but of course you wouldn't be fishing near them anyway!
Realistic targets for the two ponds are as follows. Please let me know if you do any better! You'll notice that these weights are the same as for last year, thanks to our dismal weather.
Finally, here are accounts of their season written by two of the four anglers who fished most at the Saxon Ponds last year. Only four anglers! Where else could you find such solitude and such marvellous surroundings!
Thanks for the phone call Peter. Looking at my diary, I was surprised to find that I only visited four times last season, mainly due to the awful weather! Results as follows-
June 18 - only 6 crus to 1lb and 6 tench to 3.10 in adverse conditions.
June 26 - 22 crus to 1.13 and 3 tench to 3lb.
July 26 - 26 crus to 1.13 (same fish ??)
Sept 6 - 25 crus to 1.6.
Good results on any fishery, especially considering the awful Summer and season end. All the fish were in superb condition, as usual. Tench numbers well down on previously, in line with your reduction policy. Cru numbers only slightly down, but average size significantly lower. Failed to locate those big fish moved down to the lower pond in any numbers. No roach or perch at all after regular catches previously, although there were sizeable roach topping on every visit. Useless angler!!
The only difference on previous years was that I concentrated on the bottom pond and "lucky-dipped" the top pond last year. Maybe next season I will reverse that policy again, depending on the size of the best crus retained in the top pond after the last netting. Either way it will be a special and unique experience again. Cru options down here are diminishing every year due to predation, mainly by PACKS of super efficient Cormorants, switching from the constantly flooded rivers. The poor old dormant crus are the first to go down their gullets! They wiped out the large stock in CACs Holtwood ponds in the Winter. The previous Winter they wiped out most of the crus in RDAAs Parley lakes. Very depressing.
The only hope appears to be the Angling Trust / Roach club campaign bears some fruit. Not holding my breath on that one. Nothing on that front for some considerable time now.
All the best and look forward to seeing you in the Summer.
Oh dear, what a disaster the past season has been and not just at the Saxon Ponds. Despite my singular lack of success the secluded valley is a place of quiet contemplation although, if truth be told, I mainly contemplated the underside of a large brolly most of the time and on more than one occasion I questioned the wisdom of driving down the slippery, sodden farm track.
As always I tackled the opening weeks with boyish enthusiasm expecting a steady catch plump crucians from the upper pond and indeed I caught many of the smaller fish but the larger ones eluded me. That is to say the larger crucians - the tench however did play ball and I hooked a number of them - reasonably sized ones too but each and every one stuffed me up in the lily pads. I did spend a few mornings on the north bank fishing towards the outer fringes of the water lilies but again my best laid plans came to nought.
And so my attention instead was focused on the lower pond where the fish are larger and I would rather have a blank day not catching big fish than to have a day failing to catch small fish. My first morning found me hunkered down sheltered from the rain in the far left corner. Nothing doing of course but PR stopped by for a chat, my concentration lapsed and my Trudex let out a long rasp. Peter sagely observed that I might have a bite. And so I netted a fine crucian of over a pound, but not another bite was forthcoming.
I went back to the lower pond many times and many times I was driven to distraction by the gardener mowing acres of lawns in the adjacent manor house - every morning so it would seem although to be fair the house was up for sale (£3 million) so one has to make one's house look it's best. I also had a mind to have an occasional pop at the carp; when I took my MK4 the fish were not to be seen yet when I failed to take the heavy gear there were carp all over the place.
So, not the best of seasons but there again neither was it good for me on the Stour, nor the Frome, and likewise the Nadder. As I write it's trouting time so last week I went and blanked at Sutton Bingham.
The season started well enough, myself and The Woodsman bagged the place of the 16th (well, no one else was there). I got there first and popped myself on the South bank by an overhanging tree. I threw in some hemp and with my old Octofloat and pin loaded with 4lb line, plumbed the depth with a BB shot on the (14) hook. The float settled and then obligingly bobbled off to one size and I pulled it back in, rather than strike assuming some kind of line bite. Thing went rather sold and wallowy and I think both me and the fish realised at once what was going on and the carp whipped off to the right under the sunken tree, which swayed alarmingly. I watched the fish arrow into the lower part of the pond, my line angled under a branch and assumed a fouler and all was lost.
I made my way to the left to get enough of an angle to free the line form the tree and by widening the angle and dipping the rod into the water up to the first ferrule it plucked (alarmingly) free, leaving me attached to a still moving carp, some 30 odd yards off. I can't claim so much skill - assuming the inevitable 'sudden slackness' I played the fish fairly firmly, the Octofloat was bent into quite the quarter circle most of the time and I gained a few yards at a time until the fish was wallowing on the right side of the tree - it almost fitted in the net. I was surprised to find the hook firmly in the top lip and it went 15lb on the scales, from memory, I set little stock on the weight these days. I spent the rest of the day catching tench and crus are regular intervals but mid-afternoon it dried up completely - The Woodsman nabbed a couple of roach for under a tree by the dam and then decamped to the upper pond for some fun with the smaller crus. and tench - where I left him at about 5ish, happily nipping them out.
I had two further trips to the Lower Pond, one of which, in August, was quite atypically, a long warm blank. I had a lone tench during a couple of hours in July, missed two bites and got drenched. I also took a guest in July and we both blanked on the Lower Pond for 3 hours so decamped to the top for more joyful fishing. You can read about that here. Other commitments curtailed my sessions somewhat, but I'll be there on the 16th again this year!
Today we netted the Top Pond and re-stocked the Bottom Pond with the best fish. I'd planned to return about 100lbs of fish less than we had removed from the Bottom Pond on 18th February, to allow for growth. Each pond supports 300-400lbs of fish and I use this rough figure as my management guide-line. I thought that if I cut down the number of big carp from eight to four and reduced the number of tench, I'd be getting somewhere close to my target. Unfortunately it didn't quite work out like that, as you'll see.
For once, because I didn't think we'd have very many surplus fish and wanted to save money, we did the job without the help of our usual professional, Andy Parker. That was mistake number one. Pulling the net round the lake had never seemed very complicated when Andy did it but we had serious difficulties with the mud. So much so that one of our volunteers, who shall be nameless, twice got almost immovably stuck. His plaintive cries for help were ignored because we had more important things to do but eventually he got himself out leaving his waders behind him. These were dug out later!
Surprisingly the first sweep of the net was brilliantly successful - even tiny tench and mussels came in, along with the big carp, some fine tench and roach and thousands of crucians, mostly second year fish of 4"-6" but with a very good number of specimens to over 2lbs. The huge number of fish made things complicated, though.
I'd taken out three boards (perhaps two would have been wiser) from the sluice to reduce the netting area so the fish were in quite shallow water at the final pull-in. Our first job was to get the roach and perch into the bottom pond as soon as we could because they would have been the first to suffer in the silty, over-crowded conditions. Meanwhile the carp were moved into a floating holding net. Then we concentrated on the crucians and 120 lovely fish to 2lbs or so were carried down to their new home in buckets. Meanwhile, crowds of young crucians and smallest tench were lifted back into the pond we were netting.
This left some really splendid tench, many over 3lbs, in the net and I weakened and allowed ten of the best back into the pond and another sixteen down to the bottom pond. Then I panicked a bit at the sight of our carp wallowing in the shallows and decided to put all 8 back down into the Bottom Pond rather than keep 4 in the very shallow water in the Top Pond for later collection.
So, to cut a long story short, we ended up with putting some 350lbs of fish into the Bottom Pond instead of the 250lbs I'd intended. Learn from my mistakes, friends! This means that I shall need to feed the fish throughout the summer in order to keep them in good condition. Regular feeding can double the capacity of a pond so it shouldn't be a problem apart from giving myself more work. We'll have to buy pellets, too, of course.
Now, both ponds are full and ready to go for June 16th. The Bottom Pond should produce some fantastic fishing, particularly for the crucians. The Top Pond has mainly small crucians to about 1lb with some nice tench and a couple of grass carp and a chub for variety. I may well feed this pond before the planned cropping in the early winter so that we get maximum yield to provide funds for a possible dredging - Cole's experience with the mud has highlighted a need and the pond was last done 10 years ago.
The Great Lower Pond Draining took place today. Click on any of the pictures of the Lower Pond in its birthday suit to see larger gallery versions. Apart from stock management, the sluice needs repairs, both pointing and replacement boards, and the lake silt needs to dry and be treated.
We netted out, in just one sweep, two grass carp, eight mirror carp to about 15lbs; 12 tench (two gold) 2lbs - 3lbs plus 29lbs of smaller tench; 55 small perch; one chub of 2lbs+; 66 roach to over 1lb; 110 crucians to 1½lbs; plus a couple of thousand or so of small roach and perch. The fish we wanted to keep were temporarily put into the Top Pond while the work was done on the Bottom Pond sluice and the bed dried out as much as was possible. The long dry spell helped a lot.
The dam wall was cleaned, re-pointed and given a waterproof coat. During the last week in March the pond was allowed to refill, with brand new boards in the sluice. We also took scales from 23 crucians to verify the purity of the stock. You can see those below.
DH fished the Top Pond and I ghillied for him - these days I'm almost as happy to watch other people catch my fish as do it myself. We almost cancelled because of half an hour of torrential rain but in the end we were very glad we'd taken the risk, because it turned into one of those marvellously still, warm evenings when you just know that you're going to catch fish. We had a couple of nice crucians, biggest about 1lb 3oz, and few smaller, plus a beautifully conditioned female tench of about 2½lbs. In not much more than 2½ feet of water they put up a very good scrap. The bites were, as usual, challenging!
I've got a bit behind with this section of the diary, largely because not a lot has happened. Occasionally an angler in search of the peace and quiet of the place turns up - or so I assume from the occasional patch of trodden down grass - but I seldom see anyone.
The wetter weather has kept the ponds well topped up - during the hot, dry spring I was a bit worried about the flow in the feeder brook. The fishing has been well described under the angling section.
It is beginning to look as if the big roach fishing in the Bottom Pond is on the decline, which will probably leave more room for the crucians to grow. There are plenty of small roach to fill the space left by the natural decline of the big'uns, which must be all of 15 years old now and way past their prime. I find this natural swing of populations fascinating and intervene only to tweak numbers of tiddlers if they become too abundant. In a commercial water I would be concerned to stock with bigger fish to ensure sport but here there is no such pressure and I am happy to let things take their course.
A superb golden tench I caught in the Bottom Pond is a good example of what I mean. It had grown on from about ¾lb at the last netting, in March of 2009, to its current weight of well over 2lbs in just that short period of time, quite unbeknown to me. It came as a great surprise and a great pleasure. If I'd just stocked it at that weight, the experience wouldn't have been half so satisfying. It always seems so artificial to me, to keep stocking with fish that keep getting caught - as if that is what angling is just about, hauling in poor simple fish. Well, it obviously is to most people - but not to eccentrics like me and the people who fish my ponds.
The martins are back in numbers and the church clock still passes the summer hours.
The ponds were busy today, with three anglers, NH and JAA on the top pond and DH fishing the margins on the lower pond. For reports of how two of them got on, see NH's "Opening Day at The Ponds" and this link for JAA, or see below.
I didn't expect to see as many crucians caught as this - more than I thought we left in at the last netting! Perhaps some were re-captures - or else we missed some at the cropping. Crucians are usually pretty easy to net, though, so I can't believe we did miss many.
The 16th, a ceremony day that one should, if at all possible, celebrate between lily pads with tench. This is of course something of a dream. This high-day's pond is untrammelled, uncivilised even, with no boards, scalpings or gravelcrunch, even the path around the lake is little more than shorter buttercups than those on either side, the whole enclosed in a small green valley. The main concession to mankind is the double sleeper that provides the bridge (and I dignify it) across the source of the ponds' life blood at the valley's tip.
N.'s nicked the first of the best fishable lily swims, quite right too, but made room for me to sashay by his spot. Making a space among the buttercups, I did no more than plonk a fine cane tipped porc. quill by the lilies and wait for something to happen. N. recommended bread so I started with that and a few thin hemp scatters. Very little happened for 20 minutes, except N. showing me a 1¾lb crucian, a wondrous gleaming treasure that didn't deserve so light a weight. I missed a twitch-bob and when P. turned up, doing the rounds, I got a firm, obliging bite and something bolted hard into the pads and pulled out the hook. I was reminded they go hard here.
After this I caught one, two, then three carassius all about 1lb, small tench plugging the gaps. This continued during the sun's patches, scudding clouds moving too fast for rain until late lunch, then we had the first of the showers that stropped down the valley like a haughty mezzo-soprano making the noise of tearing newspaper. Calm intervals are scented with wood-smoke and damp earth and have the expectancy of fish edging out from the pads' shelter. Crucian arrived in clumps of like size, some hand sized and two stunning fish that went 1½lb and 1lb 10oz. On top of these riches were tench that pulled very hard despite their lack of size, perhaps 1¾lb the largest. After several mini Sturm-und-Drangs, I missed a sitter, bumped another and then lose a fish in a massive swirl, near carp-like. No mudpigs here though.
The crucian fight is hard and fast, rattling up the line from the fast tail beat, the carp has a slower beat and a draught-horse pull, the tinca's softer muffled beat coming from the big flexible screws nature provides. A big tinca then, or big for the pond, a reminder that seldom caught tench fight really hard, harder than 'king' carp pound for pound, as hard as a 'wildie'. Crucians are not be sneezed at, they have a sudden standing-start power and even a 1lb fish races across the swim and pushes hard into the pad-stalks. Roach, rudd and perch all slower off the mark and quicker to give in.
The swim fades and the last bite 40 minutes later gives up another 1lb gold-service plate, I realise that concentration is shredded after five hours of rapt attention to a needle-slim piece of bamboo. I take a stroll about, noting a flower not seen yet, tall, lightweight cow parsley like, mauve flower heads. This, I later find out is Valerian, once and still used as a sedative, possibly the last thing you'd need at this well in reality's surface. There are buttercup petals floating on the pond-surface, gently wavering from the under-squirm, so sated, pack away, stroll about the lower pond and head for some buttered-toast scrambled eggs.
The best of 16th's, eclipsing a misty dawn on a Stour weir with grayling - I ramble on home along the lanes with Led Zeppelin II and a smile.
Keith Arthur and film crew came down to make a short feature for Sky's "Tight Lines". Unfortunately we chose a day after a near-frost the night before and a cold wind, so the crucians weren't very interested. Keith had a couple in the top pond, though, and a tench or two, enough to make a decent little film, with some nice scenic shots. The fish in the bottom pond had still recovering from spawning and weren't yet in their usual excellent condition. They're normally not disturbed before the "glorious sixteenth" of course. They spawn a bit later than the crucians and tench do in the warmer, shallower top pond, I think.
JAA on The Lower Pond for the first time. Might tell you some more about the day later. Might not...
Crucians spawning today in the Top Pond. The signs are easily missed. The trick is to stand still and listen. An occasional splash in the margins is the clue. Once you're tuned in to the sound you can quietly walk the bank to the area where the activity is and observe the fish quite closely.
All the pruning around the ponds has now been done and very neat it all looks. Not too neat, mind you. I aim to keep on top of things without destroying the natural appearance of this very special place.
Today I took out a couple of boards to lower the level of the Top Pond ready for a small dredging operation on Monday or Tuesday. The silt trap needs to be dug out, a yearly job that mustn't be neglected - it's amazing how much sandy silt is brought down by the tiny feeder stream after heavy rain. For the second year running, I want the very top of the pond dug out too. The small machine can only reach out so far into the pond but we've carved out a deep passage behind the reed-bed that has developed at the shallow end. This makes for a second area for silt to gather for regular removal.
As I walked around the pond, in the fading light I saw hosts of toad tadpoles close to the sedges most of the way round the pond. Last year there were tens of thousands of them and it looks as if there's going to be a repeat. More worryingly, I found two freshwater mussels on the bank, the smaller one half eaten, the larger one teeth-marked. That's usually the sign of an otter. I hope he sticks to the mussels - I always feel the fish are rather vulnerable when the water level is down.
I'm now regularly feeding the Bottom Pond with pellets. The aim is to reduce numbers of fish in one pond and feed the other in preparation for cropping in its turn. The problem in the Bottom Pond is that the greedy carp, though there aren't many of them, get onto the food first. I have to choose my feeding stations to accommodate this, so that the roach, the crucians and the tench get their fair share, but it's not always a successful strategy!
NH fished and had good sport in both ponds. As far as I know this is only the second time the ponds have seen a fisherman since the autumn - apart, that is, from kingfishers, herons and otters. The ice in December seemed to send the cormorants elsewhere. No doubt the rivers have suffered. There was a rumour that the dreaded birds had all gone to sea to prey on a huge shoal of smelt in the bay. If so, good riddance!
Although at the moment the water flow remains healthy, continued dry weather may cause us problems later, but if any fish is equipped to survive low water and oxygen levels it is the crucian.
Found a dead carp on the bank of the stream about 100 yards below the Bottom Pond, a female of about 8lbs, full of eggs. Why would an otter carry it so far away from the pond? You'd think it much less hassle to eat it on the spot. This is the second one we've lost this winter. I've seen no evidence that any other fish have been targeted, though. No scales on the bank, for example.
I've begun to pollard the willows. I always leave it until late in the season because I'm afraid that too much clearance might invite in passing cormorants.
Usually every two years each of 'The Saxon Ponds' is netted and this year it was the time of the Upper Pond. The idea is to reduce the numbers of small crucians and tench, to make room for the bigger fish to grow on to provide decent fishing. If this isn't done, the pond, which is only half an acre, would quickly be full of small and stunted fish.
There are only crucians and tench. Both species spawn well here. The problem is that the tench are difficult to net - many are missed because they head down into the silt at the approach of the lead line. The crucians, on the other hand, are easy. The result of this is that over time tench could come to dominate the water, which is not the plan! We may have to remove some by rod and line fishing when the warmer weather comes.
The weather was dry and bright. The crew was experienced and keen - and all went according to plan, as the photos show The crucians we put back averaged well over 1lb; only tench over about 2lbs were returned. Plenty of fry of both species are left in to provide the bigger fish of the future and they'll grow fast with the reduced competition.
Forty crucians of 4" - 8" were moved down to the Bottom Pond. Here the crucian fry are heavily predated and out-competed by perch and roach, and every year a few of the bigger fish are lost, to herons, cormorants, otters, spawning stress and old age, so a regular topping up of stock is necessary. Otherwise the crucian population would steadily decline, as frequently happens in multi-species waters.
There are a few signal crayfish in both ponds but so far they seem to be kept under control by the fish - anyway, they haven't been a problem for some years now and I hope their eggs and larvae provide the fish with protein.
We did two sweeps of the net and the whole operation was over in just 2 hours.