Addicted to Drinkies

You would be forgiven for thinking you were reading a blog for alcoholics anonymous, however I refer to Drinkwater park lake in Salford. This place has got under my skin. I like a challenge but this is becoming a tough nut to crack for me. Preferring rivers and canals I am finding it difficult to even tempt bites, whilst others are reporting bumper catches. Even though the rain poured I gave it a good four hours again on Sunday to catch nothing. The sum total of my efforts were two shelled casters (I didn't see either bite) and the bottom of my hooklength completely bitten clean through whilst fishing a small lobworm, I presume by a pike or one of the huge resident mussels.

The good thing about fishing Drinkies is the need to drive through Cheetham Hill and past Brewsters Fish and chip restaurant and cafe which opens nice and early on a Sunday morning. A real greasy spoon type brekkie but value for money, and once again the only proper bite of the morning. Its becoming something of a theme.

Sunday next sees me showing off my match fishing talents again on the Rochdale canal with the lads from Salford friendly anglers. Lets hope the fish are a little less dormant than in the previous two matches.

Salford Friendly match. Drinkwater Park Lake, Salford.

I won't try to spice up another blank with a few well chosen words. The lake looked beautiful. I drew a favoured peg, and managed one bite. This week has been a week to forget. Only six fish caught on the match, with Ian catching one bream for 5lb 1oz to take the spoils. He hooked it first cast and remained biteless all match. Lovely fish though. Heres a few piccys. Note Mr Duddy resorting to the tactics he has spent weeks telling us are useless. He hooked a roach first put in on the pole which put him in the money! Clever ruse Mike.

On your bike....

Which is exactly what I did this Wednesday, down the canal towards Manchester from Droylsden Marina. Well that was the plan. Firstly I arrived at the marina to find I had left my reel at home so had to pedal home to retrieve it. When I arrived back to the canal the heavens opened and it rained on and off for half an hour. My intention was to pedal to town stopping at likely looking spots trying to lure a few pike.

Anyway the furthest I got was Fairfield road , about 300 yards, as I got chatting to an angler who was also struggling to find a fish. After an hour of fishing talk I decided today was one of those days where you don't really get going. So it was off home, without a catch to post. Never mind theres always weekend and the Salford Friendly match at Drinkies.