The sun had finally came out but for me it went from one
extreme to another, the 14c or so that we have been getting along with the rain
is definitely on the low side, but 30C in bright sun is too high for me. I was pleased to note that the north of the
country would be under cloud and as a consequence it would only reach the high
teens for temperature. That was the
deciding factor and I soon arranged for a trip to the River Ribble in order to
renew my attack on its mighty barbel population.
Midday Monday morning saw me heading the 120 miles up the M6
towards Preston and areas upstream of that town. The motorway traffic was
reasonably mobile and a couple of hours later I was on the river bank looking
at a low and settled river, time for some serious fishing. This is my third trip to the river and the
previous two were made in the colder months, would the warm weather favour my
efforts, time would tell.
I’ve been fortunate in that a number of local lads have
offered help in the form of conditions and sections of the river that have been
on form, obviously it has been bit of a lottery this season with floods
seemingly coming every other day. A local
bailiff, John Monaghan has been a real help since he lives right by the river
and obviously has his finger on the pulse of local conditions and results. With a new addition to the family he has not
been out quite as much this season but even so when I met up with him he was a
mine of information and I had soon decided on my swim for the next 24 hours or
so.
I would be fishing off a pebble strewn bank that extended
into the river and without the help previous warnings this could be a situation
waiting to give problems as you will read later. Travelling anglers like me are not aware of
local river conditions and the lower end of the Ribble has one bite in the arse
that would catch me out every time, it is tidal. You’re sitting there looking at your rod tips
high in the sky and before you know it your feet are no longer on dry land, the
tide has come upstream like a silent assassin waiting for its target. The rise can be from a few feet to several
feet and obviously it happens twice a day so if you are fishing at night it can
be even more of a problem. Following
John’s advice I had arrived just after the tide had turned in the mid-afternoon
so when I settled into my swim I could watch as the water level receded back to
its normal position.
A glug for pellets to help flavour and time in the water.
I bait dropped the hemp and soon had two rods out, one on a
14mm halibut pellet and the other on a boilie.
I would be using a dip for the pellets and this has a twofold effect. First it obviously increases the pellets
attraction with all the extra flavours that will leak out over the time it is
in the water, second it also extends the time it takes to break down and hence
it can be left in place that little bit longer.
I did not have to wait too long before I hooked into my first barbel of
the trip, at 5lb or so it was not big, but even so it still put up a reasonable
scrap on its way to the net. It did not
take too long to realise the school holidays had begun and I was not alone on
the bank! Kids of all ages walked, ran, some
took the dog along sometimes on a lead, but most times not, you name it and
they were there. Being on the exposed
pebble bank they left me alone, but those fishing the main bank had lots of
problems mostly from the dogs in their tackle and bait. My next fish really had me thinking I’d got
the double as it powered back and forth in front of me and even as it came over
the net my eyes still saw a potential double.
Unfortunately I had the same problem as often occurs and the scales
knocked 1lb-8oz off my eyes and gave a
weight of 8lb-8oz still a pleasing fish being in summer condition, long, lean
and full of fight.
8lb-8oz of Ribble powerhouse.
Two more fish followed that one although I lost one when I got cut off on a rock, easily done on this river. All these fish had come in daylight and even though I fished towards the midnight hour no more pulls occurred, so I retired to the van quite pleased with the afternoon’s results, roll on tomorrow morning.
With not enough sleep I was up early and on the banks again
but throughout the morning nothing happen, not a knock. With the tide due at 3.30pm I would have to
move back off my swim and I wondered if perhaps it was the after tide effect
that had given me my results of the previous day, but then with an hour to go
the fish turned on and I took four barbel in quick order before I needed to
move. Two of these came together and to
anyone watching it would have been a little bit of a comedy. The first fish was being played and giving
quite a good account of itself, during the netting I knocked the second rod off
the rest when I swung the net around to put the fish on the landing mat and I
had to leave the rod lying there while I dealt with the fish. Having removed the hook I put the net and
fish back into the water’s edge whilst I got the scales ready to weigh him and I
thought to put the other rod back on its rest.
As I approached it I could see it was wrapped in a curve and line was
being taken off the free spool. In the
time it had laid there a fish had taken the boilie and was making its way
downstream, fortunately it had not snagged and I went on to land a second
barbel into the net to join the first. At 7lb-13oz and 8lb-4oz they made a fine brace
and I took a quick shot of the pair before I’d weighed them since I returned
each as soon as the weight had been confirmed.
Another advantage of the lower temperatures up north was that all the
fish went back without any hesitation rather than the extra care needed on days
like we are having now in the south.
A nice brace of barbel.
A nice brace of barbel.
With the way things had gone I decided that with no plans
made for the rest of the week I might just as well stay here and so with the
intention of trying another swim I went back to the van for yet another
night. One very useful advantage of a
nearby trading estate is the use of a wash room for the toilet and a quick
clean up, not always easy on the bank but nice when it can be done.
The last day's swim on the Ribble.
The last day's swim on the Ribble.
The following day was fairly quiet with a few small chub
that broke the hours of waiting for a barbel, then a 7lb fighting machine
appeared that saved the day before I packed up at 6:00pm. There was an interesting event in that there
was a salmon angler fly fishing about 200 yards above my swim and he had left
his tackle on a similar beach to that I had fished the previous day. Standing right out in the river with chest
waders I was sure he would be aware of the incoming tidal surge but he made no
moves. At this time I was chatting to a
local lad who had come along to see me and we watched as the level came up and
then went nearly over the beach that held his gear. In the end I shouted at the top of my voice and
indicated for him to look at the bank and he seemed to acknowledge the call but
still made no move so I assumed he had all in hand. Ten minutes later he was wading through the
water along the nearside bank in order to retrieve tackle that was being washed
away. Strange, since I would assume if
you’re up to your bollocks in the river you are well aware of the rising
levels, it seems not!
Last day specimen to save the blank.
Last day specimen to save the blank.
That was it for the session in the north and with eight
barbel landed and one lost it was an acceptable result, there is always another
day or days to return and try yet again for that different river double, this
target has been set but not yet achieved, but it will be!