Friday, 24 July 2015

The Friday Float: Tench and the Northwest Fisherman

I once described Tench as the ugliest fish in the pond, this was probably because at the time I was not catching many. As My catch rate has improved so to has my appreciation for these green sumo wrestlers that lurk at the bottom summer ponds. But more importantly is the discovery that pursuing them on a sunny morning by a quiet pond is as close to heaven as some of us mortals are likely to get.

Vinny also know as the Northwest Fisherman as he is based in the Northwest of England has found a little time between float making and work to make this very beautiful film about summer tench fishing. I know when summer is over and the tench have all buggered off to Tench land for the winter I will be putting my feet up, finding a wee dram of something and reliving morning glories by watching this probably too many times. Also check out his blog The Northwest Fisherman, his writing aint half bad either and he takes some great photos and there is always his Facebook Page

Image Below: A few of Vinny's homemade Wagglers (there is no Innuendo here)

A Summer Tench from Vincent Coulson on Vimeo.

1 comment:

  1. Tench was my most favorite fish. Quite rare and diminutive in the local free ponds. But, once a year, the Boys Brigade got to fish the lake on Lord Leverhulmes estate, Thornton Manor. Those that had been on previous years would pray hard for weeks before, hoping for a canal draw.

    Another good tench water was a pond just outside Chester. It involves a trip on the C41 bus, then a 2 mile hike, to a farm which housed Mollington tench lakes. I believe the locals managed to shut the place down due to early morning noise levels, such a shame.

    The best water I found was at Burton manor, just over the border into Wales. It was a day ticket water. You put your money in an envelope in the shed and posted it in a box. You picked up a couple of oars and headed down to the boat house. You could bank fish, but the boat fishing was novel and exciting.

    It was an ex-trout fishery and on the first day of the season, you would always catch a huge trout, duly returned to the water of course, as per the house rules. I remember, as I wiggled my hand in the keep-net to feign netting a tench, a voice came from the bank, "That was a lively tench" :)