Sad state of specimen carp fishing

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trent.barbeler:

Bright red plastic barbel in buckets with magnets glued on their backs. I spend hours "hook a ducking" them out so as to keep my hand in whilst away from the river.

Just as I devote MY domestic breaks between fishing trips watching telly, in preparation for the real thing in my bivvy.

 

Brothers of the angle, indeed, Trenters old chap!

 

Terry

[malevans]

Live and let live.

 

Each to there own, except those like who dabble in all, taking something different from each one.

[kleinboet]

Boys, Boys please stick to the subject. You Carpers out there, how many carp are caught by accident as they are not the target species. Granted they are not 40lbers but for goodness sake! Fine, different strokes for different folks, if you want to spend a few days next to the water targeting one fish, go ahead. but don't knock anglers that don't, they are just as skillful (in a different way) as Carp anglers. Please lets stop this continual popping at one another, putting each other down because even if it is done in fun it is just NOT funny any more.

We keep being warned that angling, ALL ANGLING, will go down the tubes unless we stick together.

I doubt that will ever happen the way you guys carry on!

[trent.barbeler]

Dear Klein,

 

What was the subject again? I've forgot. Er, Got it! OK then.

 

Carp angling indeed specialist carp angling is NOT in my opinion in a sad state. Slightly leaning to one side maybe if the bivvy pegs are'nt in hard enough but nothing to worry about.

 

A big carp is a big carp. Its all a bit like dog ownership really.

 

Sit in the park and watch all the dog walkers go past. I'll bet that 8 out of 10 dog owners actually look like the dogs they are walking? Yes?

 

Now look at your weekly angling paper, all those carp catch shots.

 

Why is it that big carp men are mostly well, er, BIG? Or fat if we want to be brutally honest. Then there's the fat fish they hold. Great big dog chopped bug eyed emotionless fish. Staring out with their dead expressionless eyes. Fat carp bloke looks on growling at the camera lens as if he's going to eat the camera man once the photos have been taken. No smile, just that gangster stare and fat face like a hamster's cheeks full of sunflower seeds.

 

Why is it that carp anglers feel they have to shave their heads, look like a East End hard man all of the time and never smile on camera? Is it a bloke thing or strictly a carp thing? Or is it that because they only see carps faces for most of the time they've all become carp imprints?

 

Is that why I grow a drooping "moose tashe". Do I secretly want to be a barbel?

 

Spooky this specimen angling.

 

Regards,

 

Lee.

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kleinboet:

if you want to spend a few days next to the water targeting one fish, go ahead. but don't knock anglers that don't,

Has this happened, then? Can't say I've seen much of it - and certainly nothing LIKE the amount of digs at carpers. But, hey-ho.

 

As for sticking to subjects, well that NEVER lasts, mate, and certainly not on here.

 

Terry

[Peter Waller]

So Harry Trenters thinks carp anglers are fat!! Well, a few are, but just look at some of the lardies that go match fishing!! The proportion of lardy *rsed anglers is far greater with the boys in bright blue than the boys in drab green!

[kleinboet]

CH***T, This has got to be the teen section of the forum. Maybe when you all grow up you'll be allowed on the main forum!

[trent.barbeler]

Dear Terry,

 

Here here and what what.

 

I blame it all on stupid pike and wana be "big" barbel anglers. Then there are those Mummifications that call themselves big bream anglers. I mean, SIX weeks waiting for a dough bobbin to move? What the hell is that all about!!??

 

What about the overseas specialist angler?? Saves up for five years so he can go fish in Winga Wonga land for a fish he’s never seen, never caught, but is prepared to pay some land shark five grand to fish for. Then when his bumpety bus finally arrives, his hotel is the desert floor that he has to share with scorpions and snakes!! Land Shark says in his leaflet that it’s "all part of the wild adventure" All globe trotting angler catches are bone fish and they are even stupider than pike!!

 

Whats this entire overseas big catfish lark all about? Catching massive fat slug like creatures we all know the captors haven't a prayer of lifting up. Instead, they lie alongside them like they've both just fell out of the tree above, Splat!! Fat slug and me. Triff-ic.

 

What about these big barbel anglers? Pay a small fortune to go fish a ditch up against a weir. Swear blind the fish a dead hard to catch when the fish are all probably miles away downstream!! Eventually one amongst them catches one and becomes a hero. No one mentions the months he's had to sit there covered in cobwebs and bird lime completely wasting his time cos the fish just ain't there!! Knows his stuff though, very good angler. He's my mate you know. I know him. Another star is born.

 

Do you know what Terry, the more ones delves into the bowels of specialist angling, the more one realises we're all in need of specialist treatment. Pass the salt and vinegar for the boilees.

 

Regards,

 

Lee.

[Newt]

Is it the Acerbic season in the UK just now?

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trent.barbeler:

Do you know what Terry, the more ones delves into the bowels of specialist angling, the more one realises we're all in need of specialist treatment.

Perfectly put, and it brings us full circle, Trenters, dear boy.

 

You see, my own favoured treatment requires periods of retreat at the bankside, involving hours of quiet reflection, interspersed with (thankfully) brief moments of cardio-vascular exercise which includes barrow-pushing, bait casing and even fish-winching now and again.

 

After 48 hours of my remedy, I can face the awfulness of real life for another week or so. It's such a simple remedy, and all the more odd that some find it so difficult to understand.

 

Goodness, look at the time. Nearly quarter to five and not a child washed. Must dash.

 

Toodle-pip!

 

Terry