I love urban fishing for reasons dictated purely by the quality of the fishing itself
Over 5 named rivers and one decent Brook close enough to call "local bread and milk shop" aint bad, lots of brutally honest concrete sites with the same character as perhaps Chernobyl, unable to hide the dirty, gritty-esque graffitti riddled smack-den banker swims from being discovered by the more adventurous angler.
Numerous frothy weir pools, one nestled among the industrial estate high above on both sides, some involve the required "over a wall and under some barbed wire" action at the cost of a pair of half decent water proofs bearing the scars to prove it, while others, the stink of stale tramps p155 alone guides you to the swim like smelling salts to a victim who has fainted due to deprivation of quality Chub fishing.
Evenly spread over the town centre/s....the high-frills ugly as sin free stretches or isolated swims that are clearly out of interest of most anglers who are happy to blank on over pressured local club swims or cannot be bothered to put the effort in finding the fish among the hum of human civilization (?) otherwise hidden, out of sight and thus out of mind, having never even seen a hook let alone felt one before.
Much to my advantage, its not unlike having some fishing equivalent of a list of low-brow greasy spoon cafe's I can visit locally, close to the 5 star Michelin restaurants when the pang is upon me.......hungry for the raw uncooked grissle that urban fishing offers, that is where it's happening for me still and I also love fishing the countryside too, when I can afford it ..........win win.
The more difficult to get to (with in reason of safety) the better!
Cans, needles and Graffitti show at the very least a degree of accessibility.....but put the effort in and you will be rewarded.
He who dares.....
The theory begun three years ago, slowly being put into practice and evolving into a methodical almost surgical study of every achievable access point along practically all flowing water in the outward direction from my front door....firstly involving Google earth, then making of rope ladders lol, even befriending the odd homeless person, simply to gain knowledge on how to gain access to that next secret urban swim.
I guess some of us are just born "Townies"
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