It is £15 for the day and you are allowed to take 3 fish inclusive of the price. You can practise catch and release when you like but if you kill three fish you have to stop fishing. This seems excellent value when compared to many other stillwaters. Tickets are available from Woody’s wine shop in Leek. A fine selection of top quality wines, and all sorts of whisky are offered at this fine establishment. He also has a bogof on white lightning at the moment if you are quick!
It does not get better than this! My very own personalised whisky.
Commo's Highland Dram. Number 1 of 1. Top Bloke.
I decided on a nymph underneath a suspender.
Bone went straight for the suspender only.
Dave (Woody) went for a team of three wets.
As we left the brothel we decided to fish.
THERE WAS NO WAY WE WERE USING LURES BECAUSE DAVE SAID SO!
We wandered down the ‘bank’; I say ‘bank’ because it would normally be the reservoir bed. It got very muddy at the water’s edge and wellies are a must. We soon understood why wading was not allowed. No not your usual H+S but the drop offs are bloody lethal. It can drop 80' in one step. A very sensible rule by the club. The water was clear with a moorland peaty tinge.
After about an hour of no action, the odd rise here and there, Dave and me witnessed a fish take a feather way out in the middle of the lake. I said that I thought a big terrestrial might tempt one, so on went a daddy.
I nailed one only a few minutes later. Yes! No blank for me today.
I lost another shortly later and missed a few. Top tactics, I thought.
Woody showing off his long rod while cursing my flies.
It went dead. I thought they might be circling so after a change to a suspender with no success I tied on a big black daddy. Even a Stevie Wonder rainbow would see this! This was snaffled and I landed another. Dave then landed his first on a cdc and then consulted ‘the oracle’ (Glen by phone) and was told to try an F fly. He had a take almost immediately but missed it.
One of the club committee lads joined us for a chat as I was just into my third. I put it back as I wanted to fish on for a while. Bone said, ‘you would have knocked that if the bailiff wasn’t looking.’ I’ll get him back.
Dave was taking advice off the committee bloke and put on a horrible looking lure he had cadged off him. Can you believe it?
He even borrowed a rod off me to punch it out, and 16 foot of my fluorocarbon for his leader. (Ha Ha). Has this man got any of his own tackle! He even moaned at me that the leader would not sink, the rod was not suited to his line and that my flies were crap. He even used my mud even though he only had to look down!
Woody 'selling out' and stripping lures. Can he really be trusted on The Hadden Estate?
Bone casually playing a rainbow. "Don't bother getting up, Bone. I'll land it."