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Fishing

mw0njm.

mw0njm.

A Brummie Dude
its sat morning 5 am dad shakes me and says rise and shine i get out of bed,
go down stairs and have a wash etc, we start out, the first stop is jordons news agent and dad gets 2 packets of woodbines
for the bloke who owns and lets us fish on is property .then get the 43 bus to town.stopping at the old square. we walk through
the church yard to snow hill station, meet the rest of the gang under the clock,and down to the train on platform 12,half way down a voice shout "come on cant you get up in the mornings"it is the loco driver. off we go to wooten wawen.when we arrive i am not looking farward to the walk,it is a long way to the river. along the rd we stop at the post office/store that i like,becouse i
get a bottle of arden mineral waters pop and a packet of spangles. further on we turn up into the lane by the canel aquaduct me stopping to pic up some wind falls,that was by the hedge row. when we get to the farmers cottage the
lady gives us a cuppa,and dad has a chin wag for a while,gives him his fags and we go to the gate to the field, the mist is all over the field,and all you can see are the heads of the cows,it looks very Eerie,and i am a bit frightend of them
i am only 6 years old. slowly we walk through the cows down to the river. when we are at our pitch we clear some nettles and tackle up,and get fishing. the time is around 12 now so dad gets the tommy cooker out and we have a brew. i open my sarnies,they are corn beef
with a big lump of spanish onion, while we are chomping there are lots of what i thought was rats appear. but dad said they were water vole after the bread. the sun was getting very hot now,so i walked down to a part where i have a paddle. its around 6pm now it was time to head back to the station so off we went.just before the station was a bungalow that sold food etc.you had to
knock on the door.i did,and got a packet of smiths crips the ones with a blue bag of salt in there. on the platform we waited and a steam loco was heard in the distance coming, but it was a straight threw to snow hill as it come through the station shook.
then our train arrived.we got on board. when we got to snowhill it was all quiet now,the shops were closed.and it was getting dark, i watched the thousands of starlings flying around ready to nest for he night. well the 43 bus come and we got on,and was soon home again,i sure am ready for my bed. good night all
 
mw0njm. said:
its sat morning 5 am dad shakes me and says rise and shine i get out of bed,
go down stairs and have a wash etc, we start out, the first stop is jordons news agent and dad gets 2 packets of woodbines
for the bloke who owns and lets us fish on is property .then get the 43 bus to town.stopping at the old square. we walk through
the church yard to snow hill station, meet the rest of the gang under the clock,and down to the train on platform 12,half way down a voice shout "come on cant you get up in the mornings"it is the loco driver. off we go to wooten wawen.when we arrive i am not looking farward to the walk,it is a long way to the river. along the rd we stop at the post office/store that i like,becouse i
get a bottle of arden mineral waters pop and a packet of spangles. further on we turn up into the lane by the canel aquaduct me stopping to pic up some wind falls,that was by the hedge row. when we get to the farmers cottage the
lady gives us a cuppa,and dad has a chin wag for a while,gives him his fags and we go to the gate to the field, the mist is all over the field,and all you can see are the heads of the cows,it looks very Eerie,and i am a bit frightend of them
i am only 6 years old. slowly we walk through the cows down to the river. when we are at our pitch we clear some nettles and tackle up,and get fishing. the time is around 12 now so dad gets the tommy cooker out and we have a brew. i open my sarnies,they are corn beef
with a big lump of spanish onion, while we are chomping there are lots of what i thought was rats appear. but dad said they were water vole after the bread. the sun was getting very hot now,so i walked down to a part where i have a paddle. its around 6pm now it was time to head back to the station so off we went.just before the station was a bungalow that sold food etc.you had to
knock on the door.i did,and got a packet of smiths crips the ones with a blue bag of salt in there. on the platform we waited and a steam loco was heard in the distance coming, but it was a straight threw to snow hill as it come through the station shook.
then our train arrived.we got on board. when we got to snowhill it was all quiet now,the shops were closed.and it was getting dark, i watched the thousands of starlings flying around ready to nest for he night. well the 43 bus come and we got on,and was soon home again,i sure am ready for my bed. good night all
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Thank you, thank you for bringing back memories of my trips with Dad to Hampton Loade. Fields covered in frost and hot tea and toast from the pub on the river bank. Was it yesterday,,,,,,, no seventy years ago. Alf.
 
Chunky AC said:
Thank you, thank you for bringing back memories of my trips with Dad to Hampton Loade. Fields covered in frost and hot tea and toast from the pub on the river bank. Was it yesterday,,,,,,, no seventy years ago. Alf.
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your welcome. Alf. glad it brought back some good times. and bad like the day we went spinning on the cut and i got to close to dad when he cast. i got a spinner in my faceo_O
 
Thanks for bringing back memories of my childhood. My Dad used to take me with him to all his contests, they used to be in all sorts of obscure places ! You've reminded me of how we used to go on his motor bike to Evesham too. Those misty mornings you've mentioned. We used to fish near Huxley's ferry, it was quiet there then, seventy-odd years ago.
 
maypolebaz said:
Thanks for bringing back memories of my childhood. My Dad used to take me with him to all his contests, they used to be in all sorts of obscure places ! You've reminded me of how we used to go on his motor bike to Evesham too. Those misty mornings you've mentioned. We used to fish near Huxley's ferry, it was quiet there then, seventy-odd years ago.
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BAA contests. :grinning:my dad got a scooter, put a rack on the back of it.the creels were tied on the back and rods between the legs. now you would get nicked riding like that

we went to sligo ireland for a week fishing. it pored all the while. one day we went to lock gill.and hired a rowing boat it cost 2/6 for all day. i just about remember dad rowing like hell to get to the bank when the heavens opend we slowly started to sink.
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Pedrocut said:
Also good fishing on the canal at Wootten Warwen.
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yer it was before they dredged it and got rid of the weeds and wild irises that grew in the mud by the bank. and re oppend the locks. there were lots of huge pike in there. as i said we made tea on a tommy cooker ,the water was from a stream by the cut.we done that for years. one day the british waterways where digging i asked about the stream were it had gone it was a leak from the cut.:eek:
 
mw0njm. said:
was there a pub close by with a auto playing piano? you just put a penny in it and away it went:grinning:
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There were two pubs as I recall. The River and Rail that was a hotel with a bar but later became a pub serving food. Quite a nice place that we would call into when canoeing. I understand that it is (pre covid) still trading.

There was also the White Lion that had the rudest landlord imaginable. He would go out of his way just to be difficult and awkward.
 
Morturn said:
There were two pubs as I recall. The River and Rail that was a hotel with a bar but later became a pub serving food. Quite a nice place that we would call into when canoeing. I understand that it is (pre covid) still trading.

There was also the White Lion that had the rudest landlord imaginable. He would go out of his way just to be difficult and awkward.
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ta mort. thats not good, a pub landlord has to be like the 1640527562767.png i was told when we had a pub
 
Morturn said:
OK, I do recall seeing bream for sale in the fish shop on Stratford Road
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poached no license as in stealing, not cooking Stealing fish is contrary to section 1 of the Theft Act 1968. The Act also creates poaching offences to cover situations where wild fish are taken. Taking wild fish from a river is poaching, but removing a dead fish from a fisherman's car boot is theft.
 
I have loved reading this thread.

My husbands family have always loved fishing, his grandfather won the BAA 'Big un' in 1934 and his 2 sons won in later years.
I love the description of the rods and creels, took me back to sitting on the bank at Arley waiting for my husband to land a big Barbel.

My husband still fishes but my son is in to it in a really big way 'a bit obsessed' match fisherman, but the tackle they carry or transport on their trolleys compared with years ago is ridiculous, rods , poles, umbrellas and a seat box almost too heavy to lift., and the fees to fish seem to go up and up.

I loved the thought of giving a bloke a packet of cigs to fish his water.

Alberta.
 
Morturn said:
OK, I do recall seeing bream for sale in the fish shop on Stratford Road
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Sea Bream were on sale at the City Centre fish market, but as you say freshwater bream could be very earthy.

I remember camping at Arley and night fishing for eels. We soaked them in salted water for some hours and then tried to cook them. Waited till the old man came and he loved them, so we then tucked in, and put several lines out the next night.
 
Pedrocut said:
Sea Bream were on sale at the City Centre fish market, but as you say freshwater bream could be very earthy.

I remember camping at Arley and night fishing for eels. We soaked them in salted water for some hours and then tried to cook them. Waited till the old man came and he loved them, so we then tucked in, and put several lines out the next night.
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i got a eye infection off eels. through angling i mean handling them and touching my eye.
 
Alberta. all for 20 woodbines and we got a cuppa and bacon sarnie as well. i remember fishing at salford park,all i had was a home made rod.it was a cane,safety pins cut to make rings and a 2/6 reel from woolies i was pulliing them out, a bloke come with everyting even the sink and sat by me and never cought a thing, :grinning:
my dad was a Character,one day we went sea fishing.on the way home i said "Dad you stink of fish. he said could be this,and got some smelly mackerels wrapped in newspaper out his inside pocket we had used as bait.
anther time we was at stourport all of a sudden there was a crash and spashing noise then %^%$£"Q . i never heard so many swearwords:( the wooden base had collapsed and he fell in the river
 
The only time I ever caught fish was on a two week camping holiday way back in 1954 when six of us decided to go to Combe Martin in Devon. After a week we were low on money so decided to catch and cook some fish. We bought fishing lines, hired two rowing boats and rowed out to sea ... you could do that in those days.

Some distance out we stopped, put mussel bait on the lines, lowered them into the sea and immediately felt tugs on the lines. We pulled the lines up to see fish about 12" long on the hooks and after catching eight we rowed back to the beach. Walking back to camp someone told us the fish were 'whitings' and also how to fillet and cook them over a camp fire.

We were not allowed to have fires on the site so cooked the fish on sticks over a primus stove for a tasty enjoyable meal. We rowed out the next day but there was a heavy swell on the sea and soon discovered it was possible to feel sea-sick in rowing boats as they went up and down on the swell. One lad did become sick as we quickly rowed back to the beach.

Our camp site with table made from branches ... :)
Combe Martin teatime.jpg Ted Bill Cliff Phil.jpg
 
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