Where it all began
Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 10:43 pm
As soon as I saw the Oxford canal in this new canals section the memories began pouring back.
This is where I cast my first line, behind the bus station in Banbury town centre. Gudgeon and Stone Loach were the order of the day, with the occasional small roach or perch considered a prize catch.
Later we ventured further afield, north to 'the alley', a section that ran along the back of Alcan Extrusions where my mates brother caught a monster chub and whilst night fishing once I was 'smashed up' by a high speed train of a carp. Also south along Tramway where my older brother caught a double figure carp on light float tackle and had to stop the barges while he played it, causing a traffic jam.
Money was a bit tight when I were a lad, so we tended to forego the BDAA licence required to fish the canal. Naughty, I know, but not really a problem as the bailiff had a limp and moved slowly. Whenever we saw him hobbling along the towpath the cry of 'pegleg' went up and we would gather our tackle and scarper in the opposite direction, safe in the knowledge that he would never catch us!
Now things have come full circle. I live a few minutes walk away and both my sons have caught their first fish on the Oxford canal. There are still good stocks of gudgeon, roach, perch and chub, though the stone loach seem to have disappeared. I caught a nice 2lb chub last winter, and my brother has caught a number of the zander that have now moved into the area.
Just a few of the many memories I have of the place where my fishing life started
This is where I cast my first line, behind the bus station in Banbury town centre. Gudgeon and Stone Loach were the order of the day, with the occasional small roach or perch considered a prize catch.
Later we ventured further afield, north to 'the alley', a section that ran along the back of Alcan Extrusions where my mates brother caught a monster chub and whilst night fishing once I was 'smashed up' by a high speed train of a carp. Also south along Tramway where my older brother caught a double figure carp on light float tackle and had to stop the barges while he played it, causing a traffic jam.
Money was a bit tight when I were a lad, so we tended to forego the BDAA licence required to fish the canal. Naughty, I know, but not really a problem as the bailiff had a limp and moved slowly. Whenever we saw him hobbling along the towpath the cry of 'pegleg' went up and we would gather our tackle and scarper in the opposite direction, safe in the knowledge that he would never catch us!
Now things have come full circle. I live a few minutes walk away and both my sons have caught their first fish on the Oxford canal. There are still good stocks of gudgeon, roach, perch and chub, though the stone loach seem to have disappeared. I caught a nice 2lb chub last winter, and my brother has caught a number of the zander that have now moved into the area.
Just a few of the many memories I have of the place where my fishing life started
