Sunday, 12 August 2012

10th August Middle Severn

I'd promised myself a trip to one of the BAA's stretches on the middle or lower Severn and finally made the effort on Friday. I had a reasonably early start and pulled up in the car park around 7:30 to find not a soul in site. Happy days!

This stretch is fairly straight and I chose a swim which had an overhanging tree to my left, downstream, with a clear bit of water directly in front and upstream.

Knowing that this part of the river holds some good-sized bream and also the possibility of a large barbel,  I set up a large halibut pre-drilled pellet under the tree and a cage feeder with smaller soft pellets on a quiver rod. This was cast slightly upstream into the main channel.

I soon had the bream interested and started to catch them up to 6 - 7 lbs.

The best went 8lbs 3oz.

I was pleasantly surprised to pick up the odd roach, which found double 8mm soft pellets to their liking! Mostly they were in the 1/2 - 3/4lb range but the best went a very nice 1lbs 7oz.

I'm afraid despite ringing the changes of bait and hooklength the barbel didn't show. I went from 3' mono to 6" braid, hook sizes from 12 to 8, pellet to meat to boilie, all to no avail. Still I enjoyed the wildlife between bream/roach as well as 6 hang gliders doing their crazy stuff god knows how many hundreds of feet above.

There were the usual summer boaters, both holiday-makers in narrowboats as well as a few gin palaces. Most were really sensitive to the angler (me) and when they realised I was there, pulled further out into the river.

However, around lunchtime I heard the chug chug of a narrow boat coming upstream but couldn't see it through the tree to my left. I thought that it must be further away than I thought until suddenly, about 10 ft from my bank appeared the bow with 2 ladies of a certain age enjoying a cuppa. On seeing me one shrieked back to the Captain, "Look out, there's someone here!". I sunk both rod tips in speed which Usain Bolt would have been proud of, and watched in amazement as the craft continued its parallel course, not turning one iota until Captain Pugwash casually said, "We'll only be 15 minutes, we're just stopping for a bite". With that he churned the water and proceeded to moor no more than a few yards upstream from me.

A reasonable guess would have been that within several miles there were no other fishermen. So why here? Good as his word, after 20 minutes or so he cast off and, instead of continuing up the river, he swung the boat around and went back to wherever he came from. Hopefully only to fall in some mammoth-sized cowpats when disembarking!

Rosinante, I solute you (with 2 fingers!).

I ended up with 8 bream between 6 and 8lbs 3oz and some very nice roach up to 1lbs 7oz. Oh, and a bit of sunburn.


  1. Excellent read David, as for the captain Pugwash, I know exactly what you mean, I was recently fishing a Thames weirpool where boats have no sensible reason to come up, I sat there staring in disbelief as a 4 berth boat, made its way to come up the weir, thankfully there is a particularly nasty gravel bed just before where the weir begins and the sound of propeller and hull crunching as they ran aground pretty much made my day.

  2. A run in with Don Quixote and his long suffering steed, eh!

  3. Thanks Mark. The thought of some tosser trying to negotiate a weir is amazing!

    Jeff, "Rocín in Spanish means work-horse or low-quality horse ("nag"), but also illiterate or rough man". So the boat was well named.

  4. Yes it was, but I bet he thought it meant something else! I read Don Quixote once. Lots of boaters are such hapless idiots as him! They become imperious, boaters do. Some are just loathsome.

    Though, I've been on one or two canal boats, and the world looks very remote from the deck, and anglers, like little gnomes. On a function boat once, the 'driver' ploughed straight through a match at full throttle. Jaw dropping!

  5. You guys are looking great with your journey and fishes.

    Carol@ Thames boat hire