Horwood Match report and Fishery update
Horwood’s regular Friday match turned up some cracking weights this week, using both lakes with the fish finally feeding after a difficult spawning period.
Lakes are looked after by Neilsen Jeffery and with good help from members both lakes are now looking fantastic, with all 16 pegs having great inside features and shelves to fish on. You can literally catch double figure carp from under your feet.
The hundreds of willows that have been planted help create good protection now and obviously being able to drive and park next to your peg is a great bonus.
Please contact Neilsen if you wish to have a look around and are interested in possibly joining the friendly group of fishers.
Contact Neilsen 0n 07484325343
Best weights from Fridays match below.
Bottom Lake
1st
Graham Curnow with 125.14lb 2nd
Stuart Russell with 114.0lb
3rd
Mark Lynch with 99.15lb
Top lake
1st
Gary Sullivan with 81.03lb
2nd
Mario Manley with 34.07lb
BIGGEST FISH CAUGHT IN ANGLERS PARADISE HISTORY


Latest Match Results from :- Bideford Angling Club
B.D.A.C.Rod and Reel match results date 25.5.25 at Tarka. The weather was dry and sunny but quite windy all anglers caught fish with some good weights weighed in. First place today went to Martin Turner on peg 12 with a nice mixed bag of fish for 35lbs 15oz, second place was Nigel spurr on peg 19 with 31lbs 1oz with another nice mixed bag of fish, third place was Richard Jefferies on peg 11 with 29lbs and forth place was Stefan Clarke on peg 25 with 26lbs 12oz. Next Rod and Reel match will be on the 22.6.25 at Tarka.
Midweek Evening Competition










TARGETS
I have drifted through my angling life fishing here and there for a wide range of species that has resulted in me visiting many venues both home and abroad. Whilst my motivation particularly these days revolves around enjoyment it can also be driven by chasing targets.
There are certain fish that have those defining landmark weights and with several species a double figure fish without doubt is that target. The merits can change over the years as species growth rates change but old school anglers like myself have grown up with these ingrained definitions.
Thirty years or more ago I fished a well known lake in Hampshire hoping for a double figure bream and caught a personal best of 8lb 14oz. A double figure bream is an impressive looking fish and whilst many carp anglers have little regard for them I have always considered big bream enigmatic fish.
Last year I fished a couple of sessions at Lower Tamar Lake targeting a double as they are relatively abundant in this mature shallow lake on the Devon and Cornwall border. Last year I failed to tempt a single fish despite fishing close to my good friend Bruce Elston who caught five big bream to 13lb plus fishing in the next swim. The follow up solo trip a couple of weeks later was a blank.
In specimen angling terms a couple of twenty four hour sessions is not a lot of effort but the fact that I hadn’t caught that double niggled me. My problem in fishing is that I chase fish in too many waters. Bass from the shore, tope on boats, shark, salmon, stillwater trout, wild trout from small streams, carp, catfish, LRF fishing, beach fishing, rock fishing, perch fishing, eels and so the list goes on.
Late April and there are a few bream coming from the lake and so Bruce and I set out to once again target them. Bruce arrives before me and chats with Bob the bailiff who kindly changes his plan offering us the chance to fish one of the few swims on the lake that has adjacent swims.
It’s a warm sunny day with a light south west breeze blowing from behind. We both spod out a bed of bait consisting of sweetcorn, pellets and dead maggots. I elect to fish with Remix Secret wafters recommended to me by Chris Connaughton of Barnstaple Bait and Tackle.
The traps set its time to sit back and absorb the surroundings over a fresh brew of coffee. The sun is slowly sinking behind in the western sky, the field behind is a mass of seeded dandelions and long grass. Birdsong fills the ebbing spring day, chiff chaffs, wrens and water birds all contributing to natures random ensemble of random melody. Swallows, fresh arrivals from distant lands swoop above the lake. Grebes glide across stillwater’s. It’s a fresh and vibrant time in natures calendar and to be here in expectation is bliss.
It is great to share the day with a good friend and we chat of life and of fishing past and present. There is undoubtedly something special about a longer session and the connection with the daily turning of the world and natures timeless essence.
The light fades as the sun sinks beneath the hill and the many colours start to fade to black and grey. The first stars slowly appear twinkling in a cloudless sky as the night shift takes over. Large horseshoe bats gyrating over the water feasting upon unseen midges and other insects. A tawny owl hoots from nearby trees, the occasional fish dimples the calm lake.
Bruce’s thrill alarm breaks the spell and I dash to the adjacent swim to witness an eel writhing into the waiting net. The dangers of using maggots…Fortunately the fish is lip hooked and the barbless hook slips easily from the eel, a species that is sadly in decline.
Shorty after this a bream of 8lb 14oz signals that we are in the right area, or at least Bruce is; This is followed 30 minutes or so later by a superb looking bream of 10lb 7oz once again for Bruce.
I settle into my sleeping bag willing my bite alarm to emit its thrill call but its all calm and still as I slowly drift off into a shallow sleep.
I wake as the sky starts to take on a pinkish glow the sun slowly rising from the east as another day begins with colours once again developing. The dawn chorus of late spring and early summer is one of life’s precious delights. Sadly and perhaps imperceptibly its vibrancy and fullness is fading as the worlds rich ecosystems are slowly destroyed by much of mankind’s stupidity and indifference.
As the light levels rise so my hopes of success fade and I contemplate my lack of connection. My doubts grow as to rigs, bait and location?
Then at 6:30am bleep, bleep and a slowly dancing bobbin. I lift the rod and feel a slow ponderous weight wallowing out in the lake. The line cuts the waters surface and I watch anxiously as my prize is drawn slowly towards the water’s edge and the waiting net.
I know it’s a bream by its languid performance at the lines end, but is it that elusive double?
A deep bronze flank appears, the bream slips over the rim of the capacious net. I look down at my prize and feel confident that I have eventually exceeded my target.
I secure the net and wake Bruce, from his deep slumber next door. The scales confirm 10lb 12oz. It’s great to share these moments in life. Then as we celebrate the alarm on the middle rod sounds and once again I coax a bream to the waiting net. At 9lb 12oz its another beauty and the fact that it fails to make that double figure target is less relevant as the mark has now been ticked off.
The story doesn’t end there though for Bruce’s alarm interrupts and I dash over with my brace of bream awaiting a photo safely in the net. I wield Bruce’s net as a huge slab rolls over its rim, 13lb 7oz a new personal best for Bruce. If Carling did fishing trips quips Bruce! Another bream of 11lb 8oz later adds to Bruce’s tally along with a small carp and another eel.
I Slowly pack up a couple of hours later content in my success and ponder upon that short sequence of action when all came right as a shoal of bream drifted over my hook baits. The line between success and failure is indeed slender in both fishing and life.
Stafford Moor – Carp
Barnstaple Bait & Tackle – Doubles its size !
Chris Connaugton his son Alfie Joe (AJ) and Steve Pinn are the Barnstaple Bait and Tackle team giving a friendly welcome to anglers at the extenstion of the shop in Queen Street, Barnstaple just a short cast from Barnstaple Central Car Park. The shop has a wide range of tackle for all disiplines of angling. The team offer comprehensive advice on all aspects of angling. The shop has now doubled in size giving more stock and more room to browse and of course chat with fellow anglers.
Bideford & District Angling Club Presentation Evening 2024
Another enjoyable night with Bideford & District Angling Club a pleasure to be a part of the evening. A very good attendance this year with a really positive vibe.

















Mainline Baits Carp Open Pairs Competitions 2025
The Mainline Baits Carp Pairs competitions are held at our 81 acre fishery, Upper Tamar Lake. The competitions are generously sponsored by carp fishing giants Mainline Baits.
There is £3,750 in prize money from South West Lakes Trust for each competition. Each person who enters will get a goody bag with some fantastic Mainline products inside. As well as four section prizes there will be a prize for the biggest fish.
First prize: £2,000
Second prize: £1,000
Third prize: £500
Fourth prize: £250
Fifth prize: 24hr or day permits
This a fun, exciting and inclusive competition. The three biggest fish caught by each pair will be added together to decide your final weight and determine your place on the leaderboard. This year we have added more prizes and limited the numbers to 28 pairs, so book now to avoid disappointment.
All tackle and equipment is transported to and from your swim and the price includes a post competition barbecue/ hot food on the Sunday.
2025 dates:
- Friday 21 March to Sunday 23 March
- Friday 25 July to Sunday 27 July
- Friday 10 October to Sunday 12 October
The competition is limited to 28 pairs. You can book your place online below.
For further information contact us on 01566 771930 or [email protected]
Grayling in a timeless Valley
Trout Fishing for Beginners – with Directions for Dressing Flies for Trout and Grayling and useful Recipes
By Devonshire Fisherman ( Rev A Hughes)
The month of January is, unfortunately for the fisherman Artic in its conditions to tempt him to leave the fireside and pursue the gentle art: but February though it has well-earned itself the cognomen of “fill Dyke.” Is not always a wet month. There are many of its twenty eight days which possess a charm as fascinating to the piscator as the more genial breath of spring: when the fish are alert, and rise to the fly with exceptional readiness.
“About the year 1896 grayling were first introduced into the River Exe”. Five hundred yearlings.

The River Haddeo joins the River Exe a couple of miles downstream of Dulverton and has a character all of its own. This is probably in partly due to the influence of Wimbleball reservoir that has impacted upon flows reducing flooding as the dam takes the sting out of any heavy rainfall events.
The Dulverton AA beat runs for about a mile upstream of the junction with the Exe and has a wealth of interesting features to explore. Grayling are a fish I have a fondness for part in due to the fact that they give an excuse to fish the river during the winter months when the landscape has a unique and beguiling atmosphere.
I waded beneath the old stone bridge that carries the A396 to enter the peaceful Haddeo valley. Working upstream the left of the River consists of woodland and pheasant pens used by the local shoot. High above on the hill are the remains of Bury Castle believed to have been built by William de Say before his death in 1144. A google search for William de say brings little reward so the history just adds a bit of mystery to the valley. To the right is farmland with sheep grazing and young lambs already in evidence.
The river is running clear and at a good height as I start to explore its pools and runs with a pair of heavy nymphs. Evidence of winter storms are all about with plenty of fallen trees and woody debris some of which will add to the rivers health and biodiversity even if it renders a few swims unfishable in the short term.
I fished this beat in January of 2024 over twelve months previous so I already have an inkling on the best areas for grayling. It is remarkable how the river often seems devoid of fish during the winter months. During the late spring and summer wild brown trout are abundant darting for cover in the clear waters and rising for flies. I catch a couple of out of season browns during the day but I often wonder where the majority retreat to in winter.
It’s an overcast misty day, cock pheasants, survivors of the shooting season strut arrogantly on the far bank eyeing me with suspicion. Snow drops add a welcome brightness to the gloomy day and foretell of the Spring days to come. A shallow pool is full of frogspawn a sight I have relished since a young boy fascinated with ponds and the life within.
It is a joy to work my way slowly upriver allowing the nymphs to trundle close to the river bed. I watch the bright tip of my nymphing line intently lifting the rod each time it pauses feeling for a fish. After half an hour or so in a small pool I lift the rod and feel that wonderful life throbbing at the end of the line. The 3 weight rod bends pleasingly as I glimpse the silver flanks of a grayling its crimson sail like dorsal fin adding momentum as it holds in the fast flow. A pleasing fish of perhaps 8oz is soon safely in the net and slipped carefully back into the river.
Catching that first fish of the day always brings a certain contentment for whilst it doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things it does bring satisfaction for when asked later about the day you can at least report upon a degree of success.
I fish on upriver and eventually come to a deep lie from which I extracted a grayling on my visit last year. To some extent success always encourages that little extra perseverance next time you fish. A fact that often leads to the belief that you have located a hotspot when you may perhaps have just had an extra drift or two because you believe. Anyway the line twitch’s just where I expect it to and the second grayling of the day is soon netted.
A few yards upriver there is a tempting deep looking pit where I prospect carefully. The line again pulls tight and there is another pleasing tussle with a lovely plump grayling of 12oz or more. Whilst these Devon grayling seldom reach the weights of their fellows in Dorset or Hampshire they can only be judged on the rivers they dwell in and on light tackle they offer superb and challenging sport.
Before starting to work my way back down river I pause to savour the scene. Country cottages across the valley woodsmoke drifting into the still cool air. An ancient oak tree stands beside the river its immense worn and weathered trunk testament to its age. It is fascinating to ponder for a moment or two on the history of this tree and what has transpired through its long life. Generations of anglers have fished this stream. Children from the village have undoubtedly caught trout here in days gone by drifting worms perhaps ignored and tolerated by the river keeper of the day. Poachers would undoubtedly have taken salmon from these waters during the late autumn and winter. Both types of poacher are seldom seen these days for children sadly seem to have lost the freedom and inclination to connect with rivers whilst the salmon are no longer there to poach in any number.
These observations only relate to the past fifty or so years. The old oak could be four hundred years or more old dating from before the Industrial revolution and witness to the many wars and tribulations of mankind. I guess the reassuring ever rolling stream and majestic oak bring a certain grounding to ones soul as we fish these pleasing rivers of life. In his new book due to be released this spring Robert MacFarlane askes the question. “ Is a River alive?” .
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Standing within these cool, enchanting waters the answer is surely yes and that its life is long, unlike our own lives in the words of the rock group Jethro Tull,
“Life’s a long song
But the tune ends too soon for us all”.I retrace my steps back down river as the afternoon light begins to slowly fade. Ancient trees towering in the misty landscape. I look forward to returning in a month or so when those crimson spotted brown trout will rise, spring flowers will decorate the river bank and birdsong will reverberate through this peaceful timeless valley.