GrahamM
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This article <a href=http://www.fishingmagic.com/news/article.asp?SP=&v=1&UAN=1996>'Poaching'</A> has scored a lot of hits according to our statistics so I'm surprised nobody has followed it up with a forum posting. Or is everybody too scared to admit they've done a little at some time or other?
Don't let the 'Forum Police' stop us having a little fun, let's hear your stories about guesting! Obviously, I don't mean the serious stuff that involves the law.
Here's mine:
When I first started fishing the Middle Severn for barbel our club water adjoined a church graveyard where nobody was allowed to fish. As you would expect the best 'run' along the whole length was the 30yds at the bottom of the graveyard. You could leger it okay but it was a copybook trotting peg.
The vicar was a right grumpy old so and so and went mad if he caught anyone fishing from the graveyard, threatening you with the police and all sorts. But by God (excuse the pun) the fishing was incredibly good down that lovely smooth glide. It was full of barbel and chub and just irresistible.
The trouble was that the graveyard run (as we called it) was upstream, so we couldn't trot a bait down to it. We got round it to some extent by one of us jumping over the fence to feed the head of the run and then running back before the vicar spotted him. The one on the rod would then cast as far as he could upstream towards the head of the run and reel in to keep pace with the float as it came towards him. We caught loads of fish. But we would have caught more if the one who fed the swim could have stayed longer and trickled the loose feed in, instead of dumping a load in in one go.
We cracked it for a while by getting better at dodging the 'mad vicar'. We started taking a bunch of flowers, and the one who jumped into the graveyard would carry the flowers sticking out of a carrier bag. At the bottom of the carrier bag was a pint or so of maggots. So you had to kneel by the grave that was closest to the river, with the flowers in one hand, looking at the grave, while you craftily threw maggots in with the other.
We got away with it for ages before he caught on.
Don't let the 'Forum Police' stop us having a little fun, let's hear your stories about guesting! Obviously, I don't mean the serious stuff that involves the law.
Here's mine:
When I first started fishing the Middle Severn for barbel our club water adjoined a church graveyard where nobody was allowed to fish. As you would expect the best 'run' along the whole length was the 30yds at the bottom of the graveyard. You could leger it okay but it was a copybook trotting peg.
The vicar was a right grumpy old so and so and went mad if he caught anyone fishing from the graveyard, threatening you with the police and all sorts. But by God (excuse the pun) the fishing was incredibly good down that lovely smooth glide. It was full of barbel and chub and just irresistible.
The trouble was that the graveyard run (as we called it) was upstream, so we couldn't trot a bait down to it. We got round it to some extent by one of us jumping over the fence to feed the head of the run and then running back before the vicar spotted him. The one on the rod would then cast as far as he could upstream towards the head of the run and reel in to keep pace with the float as it came towards him. We caught loads of fish. But we would have caught more if the one who fed the swim could have stayed longer and trickled the loose feed in, instead of dumping a load in in one go.
We cracked it for a while by getting better at dodging the 'mad vicar'. We started taking a bunch of flowers, and the one who jumped into the graveyard would carry the flowers sticking out of a carrier bag. At the bottom of the carrier bag was a pint or so of maggots. So you had to kneel by the grave that was closest to the river, with the flowers in one hand, looking at the grave, while you craftily threw maggots in with the other.
We got away with it for ages before he caught on.