Tales from the Tendring Flatlands

Tales from the Tendring Flatlands
Summer Bassing

Monday 31 December 2012

Dunwich Dabfest

Early Sunday morning five of us set out for Dunwich for another crack at the dabs that have started to show along the Suffolk shingle. Krakov picked me and Goozgog up in the Land Rover and shortly after dawn broke we arrived in the car park and met up with Conan The Whittler and The Turdster.

Considering all the wet weather we've been having we again managed to hit it right, with clear blue skies and a strong south westerly wind, blowing right to left along the beach and slight off our backs. We started fishing at about 8.30, with high tide being about 11.30.

A no-rules competition for the biggest dab ensured, with Krakov making the most of  the non-rules with a five hook paternoster, which he thankfully lost after an hour or so.

Krakov Longlining
 
The Mighty Turdster was first to catch with a small dab and soon everyone was catching regularly, with two and three shots of dabs and whiting commonplace. Most were just undersized, but plenty of decent whiting and a few dabs were kept for the pot.


At high tide Goozgog donned the chef hat and prepared sausage and bacon baps for everyone, which were greedily consumed at the Krakov shelter (apart from the grumpy Turdster, who elected to eat his by himself).


Conan The Whittler, blasting one rod out at maximum range, managed to catch a nice codling around the 3lb which was the biggest fish of the day.


As the tide turned the fish seemed to feed even harder and again double and treble shots were the norm. Last week, most fish were caught at close range and today proved to be no different, with a 50-60 yard lob being ample. All baits worked, but I probably had most dabs on a small black lug/ herring cocktail.

Fishing tailed off about three hours after the top of the tide and as a bank of rain approached in the distance we called it a day. A dispute between myself and The Turdster as to who had caught the biggest dab  was resolved when Krakov produced some dodgy scales and announced that I had narrowly beaten Turdy.

I had a total of 20 dabs, 20 whiting and a pout and the rest of the lads had similar catches, unusual on the east coast to catch that many fish in daylight.

Another really enjoyable day. Sunshine, good company, hot food and plenty of fish. It doesn't get much better than that.


Monday 24 December 2012

Wattsy Dog Victorious At Dunwich

With the forecast of a rare dry day, I set off to fish Dunwich with Turdster and Wattsy Dog, the legendary Wrabness based wildfowler. Due to his propensity for travel sickness, he kicked me out the drivers seat and insisted on driving. After picking up Turdster we were soon hurtling down the tiny lanes leading to Dunwich, with Wattsy taking the paint off both sides of my car as he ignored the usual protocol of slowing down and pulling over when meeting oncoming traffic.
 From left - Turdster, me and Wattsy (modelling his wife's culottes)
It was a very mild, sunny day with a brisk offshore wind, making for a calm sea. It started very slowly, with nothing for the first half hour over low water. Turdster started his usual "it's crap, we're going blank" moaning, but as soon as the tide started to run the bites started. Many were missed, but we started to catch whiting and dabs regularly.

Most of the fish were caught fairly close in, maybe 50-70 yards out, just the other side of a sand bar that was partially exposed at low water.

First blood to The Watts Dog
Turdster in extremely unusual sitting pose (and what's he got in his hand )?

We continued to catch regularly, all the way up to the top of the tide. Somehow, we were missing the majority of the bites, despite many of them being real rod rattlers. Wattsy Dog's tactics of pretty much ignoring the bites and winding in every quarter of hour seemed work the best and he ended up winner with over a dozen fish to his single rod.

As an aside, Turdster passed on a beaten and battered, but still functioning, Daiwa 9000C fixed spool reel to Wattsy today.
This reel was originally my Dad's in the late 70's. He passed it to me, I gave it to Big Shane, who gave it to his son Elliott. Then it was given back to me when they emigrated to Canada. The Turdster then used it for a couple of years and now Wattsy Dog is the proud owner.

Not bad, over thirty years service and still going.

After dropping the lads off, I caught the end of a Joe Strummer tribute show on 6Music and ended up singing along to "White Man In Hammersmith Palais" with car radio volume cranked up to 11. A fitting way to end an enjoyable day

Saturday 22 December 2012

Huge Tide at Wivenhoe

A beautiful sunny, calm day last Sunday, so I took a walk down to the quay at Wivenhoe. When I got there, about half hour before high tide the water was already well over the road and still rising, which was surprising as although the tide tables indicated a large tide, they did not predict one of this size.

Half Hour Before High Tide at Wivenhoe
I could understand it if there was a big northerly wind blowing and an area of  low pressure, but Sunday was the opposite of this. I spoke to a local fisherman and asked him what was going on and all he said was "I'm buggered if I know". Anyway, it was a good chance to get a few unusual photos.
 Top of the Tide
Up to the door at the Rose and Crown


John Peel's Festive 50

I miss the Christmas Peel shows. Being a bit of a saddo, I used to religiously tape John Peel's Festive 50 each year. Somewhere in the loft are cassettes and mini discs (I'll explain later kids....) going back to 1979, through to 2004, a good twenty years worth. I'm sure there must be a few years missing but not many. 

I seldom listen to them now though, it just seems to remind me that poor old Peel is no longer with us. Anyway, in the spirit of the Festive 50 and in memory of Peel, here's a few of my favourites of 2012.

And in no particular order.......

Albums

1000 Pictures - Pete and the Pirates - Great band, but split up after only a couple of years
Toy - Toy - Krautrock British styleeeeeeee
The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit - Country music can be groovy, pop pickers
Standing At The Sky's Edge - Richard Hawley - Plenty of wailing guitars and feedback, limited crooning
Let England Shake - P.J.Harvey - A corking album, not a single duff track

 Tracks

If you have a pulse, you'll enjoy these.

Motoring - Toy



 Best of Friends - Palma Violets - 



Reformation - The Fall


London Can Take It - Public Service Broadcasting


Home - Edward Sharpe and the magnetic Zeros




Sunday 9 December 2012

Deep In The Essex Marshes

Last Sunday the day started with several degrees of frost and a deep blue sky. After a quick breakfast I drove over to Tollesbury, the village where, to me, it will forever be the 1970s. As a kid I used to go over every week with my Mum to see my grandparents on the old Osbourne bus. It seemed to take ages,and you prayed that the bus wouldn't take a diversion into Salcott, which extended the jouney time still further.

I parked in the square near the Kings Arms and walked down Station Road to "Woodrope". A really bitterly cold, but beautiful day. Mooched about the creeks a took a few photos.
 Sail Lofts at "Woodrope" Tollesbury
Ghosts of times past
Houseboat in the creek
Tollesbury Light Ship

Ended up walking past the legendary 96 Mell Road. The old walnut tress have gone and a large extention has changed what was once a simple council house, but I could distinctley smell, hear and see traces of the long gone1970s.


"That Was The Year That Was"

The dark days down to Christmas creep
As wolves around a pen of sheep
When people turn their collars up and sigh
A convalescent crescent moon
Comes drifting out mid-afternoon
To bid an old arthritic year goodbye

Martin Newell  "The Dark Days Down To Christmas

A few photos from 2012.

February - A freezing afternoon at Brightlingsea

February - Wreck at Alresford Creek
April - Wood Anemones in Stour Wood, Wrabness

April/May - Beach fishing for roker

After several blank trips throughout April, the roker fishing in May suddenly took off. For perhaps six or seven weeks the fishing was excellent, with short sessions resulting in catches of up to five fish in three hours.

Nice simple fishing.Pick a small-medium evening or early morning tide, ideally not too rough. Chuck out a chunk of herring or whole squid 50-100 yards. Sit on your hands and wait until the rod is just about to be pulled out the rod rest and then tighten up.

May - Old gun emplacements at Walton On The Naze

June - Yellow horned poppies at Salthouse, North Norfolk. .
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Thorrington Creek

June - Thistles at Alresford Grange
  
August - On holiday at Prawle Point, Devon. A fantastic place.

August - Summer storm, Prawle Point.

July/August - Hound fishing on the south coast

Had a couple of smoothound sessions in July / August on the South Coast with Fishy Rob. First trip at Hayling Island, a windy, cool evening at Rob's "secret spot". Had four hounds to just over 10lb, missed several others. It was a strange spot, with massive, snag encrusted gravel bars that ruined even 80lb shock leaders and cost us several fish.

A few weeks later Rob called. "You must get down here this Sunday. The tides are building, forecast is good and more and more hounds are showing on every tide. I'm sure we'll have a big hit". Trouble was I was booked up to go to a barby.

Sunday came and by early afternoon it was pouring with rain. Barby called off. On the phone to Rob and half hour later I'm in the car heading towards West Sussex.

Met Rob and three friends at another sneaky spot. He was right, fishing was manic from the off. The first two hours it was a bite a cast, despite us fishing in daylight in three or four feet of water.

It then went completely dead for a couple of hours and I thought, that's it, we've had our lot.

By this time it was totally dark and just as suddenly as they'd disappeared they came on the feed again. This time it was truly ridiculous, with Rob unable to keep up with landing the fish for everyone. For the next three hours it was mayhem, until we packed up at 4 a.m, having caught 52 hounds between four of us.

I had fourteen, mostly doubles, with the biggest two, 16lb and 16lb 8oz. A fantastic night's fishing.


September - Fishing In Canada

Off to Canada to see Shane. Highlight was the fly-in by boat plane to a remote lake in Ontario. Nobody else on the entire lake. Bloody beautiful and the fishing for small mouth bass and muskie was good too.



 
September/October - Autumn bassing on the river.

Great fishing for some reasonable sized (2-3lb) fish on very light gear. Floatfished ragworm resulted in 2-4 fish in a couple of hours throughout September and October. Some of the most enjoyable fishing of the year in beautiful surroundings. I love it.











Sunday 25 November 2012

Whiting Galore

Had several sessions since last blog, at Frinton and St Osyth, each trip resulting in large numbers of mostly good sized whiting, but only the occasional codling around the pound and a half mark. Bit disappointing, but they've all been enjoyable trips with the bonus of a large bucket of fresh fish at the end of the evening.


Today very strong south westerly winds, force 6-8. Took a quick trip down to St Osyth to have a look. Extremely rough, practically unfishable, if it doesn't fish it's head off after the winds subside it's time to give up.

Peter Hook and the Light

Met half Centurian Mak Baines in Norwich to see Peter Hook and the Light at Norwich Waterfront.

Practically all the Joy Division songs were covered, highlights for me being Transmission, She's Lost Control and a storming rendition of Shadowplay. The young guitarist did a top job all night, but was particularly outstanding on this track..

A fairly mixed crowd, some real youngsters, a sprinkling of twenty somethings and lots of middle aged farts like us. The atmosphere improved as the gig went on and by the end the place was heaving. Two encores ensured, ending with the inevitable "LoveWill Tear Us Apart". Another enjoyable evening.

Monday 5 November 2012

Big Autumn Bass

Krakov contacted me in the week saying he was thinking of an all nighter at St Osyth. Allnighter being until daybreak. Didn't fancy that much, so went about trying to persuade him to fish the floof at Frinton up to high tide, roughly 1.30 a.m.

Being the good chap that he is, he agreed to meet me at Frinton at 20.00. At this stage there was very little water, maybe only a couple of feet 80-100 yards out. After an hour or so we had a couple of whiting and started getting a few bites.

I had one rod out with a whole squid and another with a couple of small pieces of squid for the whiting. I was just about to wind the whiting rod in, as somehow the line had hooked up on the groyne, when Kracov came over for a chat. A few moments later the rod tip wrapped round with some force and I grabbed the rod, cursing that the line was snagged up on the groyne.

I handed Krakov my coat and waded out to try and free the line (luckily I had the chest waders on). No luck, it wouldn't come loose. Bloody typical, you wait ages for something decent and then this happens.

I winched the line in, knowing that when the rig reached the groyne it would snag for good and the fish would be lost. Well, that's what would happen most of time, but tonight luck was on my side. Suddenly the rig pinged free as the fish dragged the gear over the groyne and onto the next beach.

I caught sight of the fish, a big bass and carefully guided in towards the shore, before picking it out and shouting out to Krakov.

Turned out to be a real pig of a bass,  an immaculate, heavily built fish of 7lb. Well chuffed.

Krakov manned the camera and did a great job as you can see from the photo.

Couldn't decide whether to keep it or not, but eventually took pity on it and released it.

Rest of the evening was pretty slow with some good sized whiting. We fished until about 2.30 a.m, tired but happy.

Friday 2 November 2012

Season's First Codling

Tried St Osyth last Friday with Conan The Whittler. Nice northerly wind blowing almost directly offshore .

Had first codling of the season early on the flood, a nice fish around 3lb, followed by a doggie, both on whole squid. Just a few whiting tonight.

The ebb spoiled by large quantities of weed, that funny gingery stuff, AKA gorilla's pubes.

Conan had some nice whiting and finished of the a corking 5lb codling, about two hours into the ebb.

On Sunday evening decided to have another go, this time with Krakov. We met at the car park where the rain had just started. Combined with a moderate south westerly it wasn't the best of nights weather wise, but we both had loads of whiting, the size increasing as the evening went on.

A really enjoyable evening, now where's the filleting knife ?

Sunday 28 October 2012

Toy at Norwich Waterfront

Made the long trek with Turdster and The Boy Window (a Warwick Davis clone) to Norwich Waterfront to see Toy, supported by Charlie Boyer and The Voyeurs. They performed above the main hall, in a room reminiscent of our local village hall, a nice intimate size with a good atmosphere.

Take 1/3 of 1970s Glam Rock and mix with 2/3 Krautrock - mix vigorously
Add Summer of Love  haircuts with a pinch of Laurence Llewellyn Bowen campness
Insert glamour in the form of slim blonde with black skin tight, wet look leggings
Turn amps up to 11, season heavily with feedback and reverb
Hey Presto ! You have Toy

I enjoyed it, Turdster said it wasn't his thing and Window thought it was "fecking brilliant" , but he says this about every gig he's ever been to. A good night.

Tuesday 16 October 2012

This Is Thorrington Calling

After a fishing session on Saturday with the North Walsham legend that is Mak Baines, where all manner subjects were discussed, from our average weekly consumption of wine to zander fishing at Rutland and absent friends, Mak mentioned that he'd started a blog.

I had intended to start one a year or two ago, but one way and another it was forgotten about. Anyway, I thought, it can't be that difficult if he can do it (sorry old chap), so I thought Id give it a go. Whether I'll stick at it remains to be seen, but with these long winter nights (I hate 'em) there's a good chance that for a good few months it will be updated regularly.

Check out Mak's blog at bureboyblog.blogspot.com

Mak took the honours on Saturday with two pike, best 11lb. Decent day whether wise, dry and mostly sunny. I didn't have a touch , but I can think of worse ways to spend a day. Plenty of tea drank, food consumed and half baked theories spouted


Been catching some reasonable bass up to 3lb on the estuary up to a week or so ago. Would like to have gone bassing at the weekend, but was due to go whiting bashing with Goozgog. He let me down at the last minute (as usual). More about Goozgog later.

Loads of whiting around at the moment, some of The Colne Irregulars including Conan The Whittler and Ray Krakov have been catching shedloads of them (and complaining about it). Don't worry chaps, make the most of it, we'll be moaning about catching nothing due to the smegging sprats in a couple of months.

Was half planning to have a quick go on the estuary this evening on the first couple hours of the flood, but it was a bit of a rush after getting in from work, so have ended up in front of the computer listening to Marc Riley on 6 Music - the best show on the radio, bar none. First three bands tonight, the Sex Pistols, Jim Jones Revue and Clinic, you can't get much better than that.