Large urban areas used to heavily rely on canal and river networks to transport goods to and from their docks, harbours and factories. Over the years as industries declined in many European cities the waterways were left to rot for decades.
In recent years modern cities have been transforming, the harbours and many waterways into retail, bar and restaurant space leaving the water largely untouched. This has resulted in many areas turning into an endless snag minefield! Although these are tough areas to fish in without losing your terminal tackle, they are known for being large breeding grounds for predators.
At night the cities and harbours stay alive. The street lights reflect the cityscape like mirrors on the calm waters surface. Random splashes break the surface now and then as a predator attacks its prey.
We asked our Freestyle Social members to sum up in a short paragraph what urban fishing means to them.
”For me, Street fishing is simply forgetting everyday life. Being able to concentrate on other things next to the water and mostly have fun. It is not always about the big fish, it is more about having a break from the stressful world of work.Mike Eichhorst, Germany
”Armed with a light rod, focused on perch and zander and finding peace in the middle of the busy centre of Amsterdam. Carrying only a lightly packed backpack and a telescopic landing net, looking for the maximum power of a predator fish. For me, that's the thrill of Urban Fishing.Jochem de Wit, Netherlands
”“The quest for something monstrous that really shouldn’t be there, but sometimes is, in the most unlikely places and spots... Monsters reside amongst the urban sprawl.Russell Fitzpatrick, UK
The banks are sometimes high and the bridges low. Urban areas are manmade for living and working in but were never planned for fishing in. I guess that is one of the main attractions to the discipline, it feels kind of dangerous with an element of mischief.
Urban fishing is about being comfortably mobile, being able to cover a lot of ground and about exploring the mysterious corners of our concrete jungles. Rod in one hand, bag over the shoulder, net clipped on and go!