Pewsey
Angling Club own a stretch of the Kennet and Avon Canal at Ladys bridge, just
outside of Pewsey. To get to the stretch you had to go down a little farm road
and across a little stone bridge. You would turn to your right and peering up
the length of canal you would see a bay. The bay concerned was where the long
narrow boats would turn around as further up the length it got more difficult to do so as it was very narrow.
Because I had spent a lot of time fishing the
canal I knew it was a bit of a hotspot for catching bream. They ranged from
about 8 ounces, known as “skimmers”, up to around 3 pound, which are known as
“slabs”, which were big fish by canal standards. If you could keep the shoal
feeding without scaring them you could catch some big bags from the bay. My
friend and I decided to give it a go midweek as we thought that this would give
us the best chance of doing well.
There had
been a club match there on the Sunday and we knew that there was to be an
evening match on the Wednesday. The Sunday match had been won with two 30 pound
bags from the bay, so we were feeling that the little two day rest would have
done it good providing no-one had fished it on the Monday.
The fact
that quite a bit of bait would have been put in on the Sunday and that we did
not have a frost overnight were reasons that boded well for a decent days
fishing for us. We arrived just before daylight and breathed a sigh of relief
that the two swims in the bay weren't occupied. We couldn't get to the bay
quick enough. We set up our tackle well away from the side of the canal so as
to create the least disturbance to our swims. We were able to climb down into
our swims and settled in so our outlines were not showing on the horizon. We
had both brought two keep nets each so as the fish would have sufficient space
without putting stress on them.
The water
had a good colour to it, something between green and brown, so we knew that
there were feeding fish in the bay. As we knew the shoal was in residence, we didn't mess about. We both mixed and deposited 10 large balls of ground bait
laced with casters and pinkies into the swims. We aimed our ground bait at
about two thirds of the way across, at around 4 rod lengths out from the bank.
Filling in a swim like that on a normal canal swim would normally be the kiss
of death as the shoal would probably vacate in a hurry, but as our shoal was
resident and in great numbers, it would take a lot to scare them out of the
bay.
They were
used to big disturbances as the long narrow boats used the bay to turn in. We
knew that the shoal would initially move back to the far side reeds for
protection and that we would have to slowly coax them back into the middle of
the bay if we were to do well. We decided to loose feed pinkies and casters
after each cast and to introduce a ball of ground bait every 20 minutes or each
time a boat came through the swim. We had to keep the shoal getting their heads
down and feeding.
After the
first hour, all we had to show for our efforts were a few small perch. I was
just starting to think our bait bombardment had put the fish down and that we
were doomed. Had we screwed it up before we had really started?
My friend
then hooked into a decent fish which turned out to be a slab. We knew from
experience that 12 slabs usually equaled around the 25 lb mark, so that would
be our aim. It did not make sense to start weighing in huge numbers of fish and
we felt that as a pleasure session, it would be rather cruel to put them
through that ordeal. We decided that if we caught more we would go by numbers
rather than weighing in at the end, as it was much easier and more humane.
The canal
depth was no more than 2 to 3 feet in depth and if we were not to have the
hooked fish crashing onto the surface we would need to strike to the side
rather than upwards, keep our rods just under the surface and guide the hooked
fish quickly and quietly away from the main shoal. This would keep the
disturbance down to a minimum and give us the best chance of landing good
numbers of fish.
Slowly but
surely we started catching fish regularly and after 3 hours we were getting
slabs one after the other. Because there were such a high number of fish
feeding in the swim we could not avoid foul hooking the odd fish every now and
again. We minimised this by fishing well over depth so that about 2 feet of
line was laying on the bottom rather than high in the water.
To keep up
the catch rate we had to put lots more ground bait than we had planned, but it
seemed to work and did not put the shoal down.
This was fishing par excellence and was an absolute joy. We could not go
wrong and it was really a red letter day for us.
We had been
fishing hard for about 7 hours and the sun was high in the sky by early
afternoon. The bites started to tail off a bit and we didn't have much ground
bait left. We had had enough and decided that we would call it a day. I am sure
that we could have carried on catching for a couple more hours had we wanted to
but at a slower rate. We were covered in bream slime and we were being targeted
by flies and midges. We counted the fish as we released them from all 4 keep
nets. After releasing all the fish we totted up the scores on the doors and we
both had over 100 lb bags.
This was an
unbelievable pair of bags from a canal and to this day I have never heard of
bigger catches, unless the anglers responsible have kept it quiet as we did for
a long time. It was a session that went perfectly and one that I will never
forget. The stretch of water has changed considerably in the last 30 years
since we fished it.
They have
stopped boats turning in the bay and placed obstructions halfway across the
bay. Subsequently the bay has silted right up and the shoals of bream are long
gone. Recently a friend of mine reported anglers blanking in the very same spot
we had our magnificent catches. What can I say! Humans are their own worst
enemies and unfortunately my tale is not an isolated case of a downturn in
fishing quality when we are being told all the time of improved water quality.
I don’t think so!!
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