With the girlfriend on call and with the mornings free I was able to book in a couple of morning guiding sessions with one of my regulars, Ron Jackson. He wanted to try for perch on Saturday, yet knowing these have spawned and probably best left to the autumn we decided to fish perch tactics but had already accepted that we might just catch other species and that’s exactly what happened. Targeting a local day ticket water, one that holds big perch, we used simple pole float tactics with prawn as bait dropped in the margins. First three casts produced small perch, yet the forth took Ron by surprise as a powerful common ripped line of the spool with a split second of striking. The weather was raw, ranging between 4 and 5.5degrees with a chilling north east wind, yet three more carp followed to 11lb plus a tench in the five hour session.
The following
morning we met at a frost covered Marsh Farm with tench on our minds.
Harris Lake was our destination, however I had told Ron that the
session maybe tough as the cold start and bright blue skies might
just kill sport. Using the groundbait lead with corn on the hook we
were pleasantly surprised as after just ten minutes the alarm sounded
and a crucian weighing just over 2lb dropped in the net. The sport
was then steady up till the time we left with Ron taking eleven fish
in total, five tench and six crucians the best a new personal best of
2lb 4oz.
I spent the day
writing the words for a Nash article on Monday, yet come 4pm I was
once again heading south for an overnight tench session. The bait has
been rethought slightly, with the dead maggots being replaced with
more pellets as we need to get fish in our swim, whether they are
tench, bream or carp. Once feeding we can then amend the feed to give
us a better chance of singling the tench out. Setting up in a new
swim and casting 70 yards to a deep gulley I had to wait to the early
hours for the first bite but unfortunately this came from a tufted
duck. Fortunately at 4am the same rod rips of and after a nerve
wracking fight a 20lb 4oz mirror slides over the drawstring. Another
bite at 7am which had tench written all over it was aborted but at
least the ploy looks like its working.
Back at home I had
to do a sequence of images and subtitles to complete the Nash article
before organising the kit again for another overnight session, this
time for bream, little did I know what was about to happen.
Arriving at the
lake at around 5pm I found my first choice swim taken, yet after
checking the weather noticed that the wind was going to swing from a
southerly to an easterly, so took a risk and set up in the hope this
would materialise. If it did then it would be blowing straight into
my face. Setting about baiting up I deposited thirty balls of
groundbait out per rod, before leaving this an hour and then casting
all three rods over the top. As forecasted the lake went dead calm at
7pm before the wind started pushing into my face and I rubbed my
hands together as the plan seemed to be coming together. At 8.30pm
the right hand rod produces a bite and as I draw the bream over the
drawstring I can see it’s a double and at exactly 12lb it’s a
great start, yet an hour later the middle rod produces a bite and I
can feel from the sheer weight that it’s bigger. As I watch the
bream in the beam of my head torch in the deep clear margins I
initially think she’s around the same size, yet when she goes in
the net my jaw hits the floor as it’s far bigger. I know its close
if not bigger than my best and as the dial spins on the scales it
finally settles at 16lb 1oz, a dream fish if ever their was. Things
then just get better as another bream of 13lb 3oz comes at 10.30
before the swim dies. At 1am and 4am I recast the rods and refresh
the method balls and just as the dawn sun warms me from another
freezing night another bite comes, this time from another lump
weighing 13lb 5oz. Just as she goes in the net one of the other rods
signals a bite and I’m thinking of a big brace shot, yet
unfortunately the hook pulls. (photos next week!)
Wednesdays a bit
of a blur, as although on a high I find myself rushing about getting
the silver bream kit ready for a two day attempt at breaking the
British record yet the session turns into a real gruller as the wind
swings to the north, Thursday and Friday mornings dawn with a hard
ground frost, high pressure brings cloudless skies and the fish
switch of. Fishing hard all day Thursday, some nine hours all I have
for my efforts are four small silvers, a few roach and a dozen carp
which might sound good but at Mill Farm Fishery, a couple of dozen is
considered an average day. Fridays slightly better with a dozen
silvers, but they are again all small and another dozen or more carp
and come early afternoon I decide to throw the towel in. As they say,
if their not feeding, then you can’t catch them.
After three nights
on an uncomfortable bed chair and through cold nights I’m glad and
looking forward to spending the next five nights at home in a
comfortable warm bed.
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