Clint Walker Blog


If I'm honest, I don't think I've ever had to work so hard for two measly silver bream in my whole angling life! I fished an absolutely beautiful little water near Derby this week, one which is known to contain tench of over 10lbs, and they were my intended quarry, however it wasn't to matter what I tried!



I got there nice and early. Mist rising off the water, pin bubbles fizzing, dew on the grass and the sun yet to peep over the horizon, it looked perfect and I couldn't get set up fast enough in the hope of a big fat tinca before sunrise. On one rod, the generally accepted tench rig of Drennan maggot feeder and short hook link to a size 16 hook loaded with four red maggots; on the second, a groundbait feeder, again with a short hooklink fished helicopter style and baited with a solitary piece of Marukyu Credence Corn. The main plan of attack was to pile maggots into a clear spot and drop the feeder over the top, keeping the swim topped up by recasting regularly. The second rod was more of a 'rover', the feeder filled with hemp, my favoured groundbait, and some of the new black Skrill (squid and krill) pellets, also from the Marukyu stable and which would be cast to likely looking areas...

As soon as the baits hit the water and settled on the lake bed, I started getting tiny twitches of the rod tips, and an odd bleep from my alarms, but nothing developed into anything substantial. I missed an aborted take, flinched over the rods as the bobbins went up, then fell back almost instantly, and I continued to wait expectantly for the action to begin.....for four hours! Despite carp being visible on the surface and plenty of bubbles indicating fish were on the feed, I was struggling. I tried different sized hooks, varied the length of hook link, changed baits, moved swims, used a sensitive quivertip, got the float rod out, fed little, fed lots and even tried chucking fluff with a fly rod to pick off one of the small carp racing around in the sunshine...all to no avail!

Other anglers arriving after me had already packed up and gone home, all five of them completely biteless, but with more sense than I who chose to stick it out whilst determined to catch a fish. I was approached by an elderly bystander (the grumpy 'in my day' type) who told me quite confidently that there were " fish in here mate" despite the dozens of blatantly obvious fish cruising the upper layers, but by this time, I was beginning to wonder if I was seeing things! After he had soaked me in spittle, and berated me with unrequited expletives, the gent got back on his equally rickety pushbike and cycled off; I was still without fish, but I fear he was without marbles!



Eventually, a more positive indication invited me to lift the rod, and a slight resistance developed into a small bream which skimmed into the net; a blanksaver indeed... Ten minutes later and another fish, similar in size and identical in species was also unhooked...and that was it! In seven hours, I'd had barely three indications and only managed to scrape two skimmers on a day which started off with such anticipation. Even now, writing this, I still can't put my finger on the reasons for my abject failure; was it a precursor to spawning? A hatch of naturals which preoccupied the fish? Bloodworm? Air pressure? Weather conditions? My approach (probably!) or something else? Was the elderly chap right?! I couldn't tell you; in the end, I think I won because I caught, but if I get many more days like this headbanger, I think I'll give up! Now, where are my golf clubs?

Clint Walker


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