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The Fishing Thread


Those electric engines are great and nice brownie
Yes they are and more versatile than petrol, that one is a 24v, it's as fast as my Honda 2.3 petrol
I've just bought a 12v 46lb electric as more and more waters won't allow petrol engines, I also have a couple of Seagulls, one of them is older than me and works perfectly.
 
Endured another fishing related injury last night, another to add to the long list.

Down a local field last night, a small ex mill pond, a farmer lets me fish it.
Every year I take my heavy weed take as need to cut a path through the lily pads to fish.
Last night hoying this contraption out on a piece of rope, doing a decent job.

Fatigue setting in and on the verge of finishing I wind it up to throw, however it spins in the air behind me and a steel bar hits the side of my leg.
The pain went right through me, felt feint and dizzy 😂😂 managed to walk back from the pond edge as didn’t want to do a Robert Maxwell.
Relief to look down and not witness a cut, just a bruise.

Had to sit down on a tree stump mind.
Hobbled across the field to my car, struggled to sleep, walking like Stuart Donald this Morning but no pain.

Why always me?

I am sure we have other fisherman with tales of injuries from falling in to hooks through the hands. Dangerous hobby without doubt.
 
Nowt on roker pier yesterday between 430-730pm for me and the bairn. People either side of us got a few coley and one got a mackerel which he said it's the only one he's seen all day. On a side note there was an absolute helmet that wouldn't shut up next to us, telling everyone that visited that Shields is better, asking if we had a bite every two minutes, giving us 'tips', life story and some jackanory, he was telling some southerners who had a UFC t shirt on that Ricky King is this and that and to look him up, offering an older bloke some joints. Luckily the bairn needed a shit so we called it a day.
 
Endured another fishing related injury last night, another to add to the long list.

Down a local field last night, a small ex mill pond, a farmer lets me fish it.
Every year I take my heavy weed take as need to cut a path through the lily pads to fish.
Last night hoying this contraption out on a piece of rope, doing a decent job.

Fatigue setting in and on the verge of finishing I wind it up to throw, however it spins in the air behind me and a steel bar hits the side of my leg.
The pain went right through me, felt feint and dizzy 😂😂 managed to walk back from the pond edge as didn’t want to do a Robert Maxwell.
Relief to look down and not witness a cut, just a bruise.

Had to sit down on a tree stump mind.
Hobbled across the field to my car, struggled to sleep, walking like Stuart Donald this Morning but no pain.

Why always me?

I am sure we have other fisherman with tales of injuries from falling in to hooks through the hands. Dangerous hobby without doubt.
I know someone who took his daughter makky bashing. Caught the bairn in the cheek or eye brow with a hook. He walked into A and E with the rod and reel still attached to the line and her face.
I asked how he got there, he lay the rod through the back window of his car tip out line through the passenger window into the kids face. :lol::lol:
Cessy Richardson was his name from pennywell later southwick.

What a character. I have a hundred stories about this fella.
Nowt on roker pier yesterday between 430-730pm for me and the bairn. People either side of us got a few coley and one got a mackerel which he said it's the only one he's seen all day. On a side note there was an absolute helmet that wouldn't shut up next to us, telling everyone that visited that Shields is better, asking if we had a bite every two minutes, giving us 'tips', life story and some jackanory, he was telling some southerners who had a UFC t shirt on that Ricky King is this and that and to look him up, offering an older bloke some joints. Luckily the bairn needed a shit so we called it a day.
Never changed that roker pier. I’ve done night sessions and the people on it scared me.
One bloke pointed south over seaham and said “oh look that’s the North Star”
I said that’s south though, he replied aye but it moves around to north at midnight.
 
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I know someone who took his daughter makky bashing. Caught the bairn in the cheek or eye brow with a hook. He walked into A and E with the rod and reel still attached to the line and her face.
I asked how he got there, he lay the rod through the back window of his car tip out line through the passenger window into the kids face. :lol::lol:
Cessy Richardson was his name from pennywell later southwick.

What a character. I have a hundred stories about this fella.

Never changed that roker pier. I’ve done night sessions and the people on it scared me.
One bloke pointed south over seaham and said “oh look that’s the North Star”
I said that’s south though, he replied aye but it moves around to north at midnight.
It's magnet for scruffs like, spoil it for the rest of us with the rubbish and going on like dick heads
 
It's magnet for scruffs like, spoil it for the rest of us with the rubbish and going on like dick heads
Ive never fished it for years. But it’s always been the same. Young lads pulling wheelie bins on to set on fire was the final straw. Or bags of mackerel dumped onto roker beach because they can’t be arsed to carry them any further.
 
I know someone who took his daughter makky bashing. Caught the bairn in the cheek or eye brow with a hook. He walked into A and E with the rod and reel still attached to the line and her face.
I asked how he got there, he lay the rod through the back window of his car tip out line through the passenger window into the kids face. :lol::lol:
Cessy Richardson was his name from pennywell later southwick.

What a character. I have a hundred stories about this fella.

Never changed that roker pier. I’ve done night sessions and the people on it scared me.
One bloke pointed south over seaham and said “oh look that’s the North Star”
I said that’s south though, he replied aye but it moves around to north at midnight.

That made me feel sick 😂
Once got a lead weight straight between the eyes (lucky escape) massive egg appeared, got caught on the tree roots on opposite bank.
Lessons learnt now.
 
I was fly fishing at Sharpley and was using a lure. I usually flatten the barbs but on this occasion I had forgotten. I had a load of line out and wanted to move to another spot.

Rather than wind all the line back on the reel and then work it all back out I just coiled it up and held the hook between my thumb and first finger. I start walking to my new spot and stood on the line. The hook went straight into my thumb right up to the bend. I contemplated all the known ways to remove the hook but I just panicked and removed it as you would unhook a fish.

Blood everywhere and it bloody knacked.

I made sure to flatten the barbs from then on.
 
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