I don't believe it!
This year the Fates have been conspiring against me, refusing to allow my natural talent at catching fish to bloom properly. They've been directing me to barren areas of water, where the fish (if there are any) know I'm coming and have a plan ready to tease me - knocking the bait, flicking the line, or just buggering off.
Now Lidle have joined in. Went in Saturday, put 24 tins of Freshona into the trolley, ambled along to the check-out and: "You can't have all them. Twelve tins only!" Honestly. You could have knocked me down with a pole float. Had to put 12 tins back on the shelf.
Now that's doubly strange, because the last two weeks our local Aldi has not had any normal-sized tins of sweetcorn. Normally they have hundreds, all stacked so beautifully that I can't resist taking a few as I pass, even if I've got loads at home. Last week there wasn't a grain in the place; this week they had those tiny, preposterously-expensive tins, all containing small, sweet grains, each one hand-picked and lovingly placed, individually, into a tin by someone on about £1,000 an hour. But no normal-sized tins (again).
So Lidle it was, for sweetcorn, otherwise the carp at Decoy would be on a special diet of cat-meat-only, lovingly supplied week after week by Chris Saunders and Roy Whincup.
However, has there been a run on sweetcorn by anglers? Will Lidle be issuing Sweetcorn Ration Books? I've not seen anything about it on the news. Or have the managers of our local supermarkets all taken up fishing? No matter, I won't let the carp at Decoy down - I'll souce some sweetcorn from somewhere each week, whatever it takes...
Canned sweetcorn - the new gold? |
The weather was cool, with a Northerly wind, but we were able to cast right across if we wished, and that was how I started - a small Method feeder with an orange wafter. Trevor fished similarly, though I learned afterwards that he baited with dead maggot. While I waited for a bite I catapluted casters out to 13 metres, hoping to catch something shallow later.
Our end was flat calm almost from start to finish. |
There were definitely fish near the surface, and I had a couple of touches and one good-looking bite, but no fish. I gave it about 45 minutes before going out to 13 metres with corn, on the bottom. Not a touch after more than half-an-hour. By this time I think Trevor had had two fish on his feeder, possibly three.
To our left Dave Hobbs on 21 had had a couple of fish on a feeder, and by now had had three or four fish on a pole, fishing just inside the corner of the reeds lining the bank - his peg had a nice little cut-out. I hadn't got much of a cut-back, so had to fish alongside the reeds, in about seven feet of water. There was a tiny ledge a foot shallower, but I never had a fish there.
Trevor had two or three fish early, on the feeder and maggot. |
At one time I lost two fish, both foulhooked, as I came back with a scale. It was obvious that they were swimming well off bottom most of the time, though both of those bites looked like proper ones - the float diving down at speed, which usually denotes a proper bite.
I went on to my special method which told me that there were fish in the swim from time to time - I would get several touches and then go half-an-hour with no indications at all. I kept trying the right margin, with not a touch. However, persisting with cat meat did bring two more fish in the next couple of hours (in between I tried the feeder and the long pole line but had nothing there).
Meanwhile Dave Hobbs had had several more - I estimated he had at least 14 or 15 fish, and Trevor had five more on the feeder I think, then two more mugging with pellet in the last hour. I thought about going out with caster at that time, but decided to stay inside.
I'd been getting what looked like bites, but sort of hesitant. And with seven minutes to go (I looked at the watch I have hanging on the tray lid) I decided to move the bulk shot on my pole rig down from about two feet from the bait to about 10 inches away. Blow me - seconds after dropping the rig in, baited with cat meat, I had the most beautiful lift bite. I knew it could be a liner, but had to take the risk, and I struck! Fish on, and it wasn't foulhiooked...then I realised what had been happening.
I've been watching the terrific Guru underwater videos, showing how bream in ferry Meadows, take the bait. The last one showed a bream picking up the feedered bait, on a 50 cm (18-inch tail. It put its headdown, sucked the maggot bait off the bottom, tilted itself back up, and swam about for nearly 30 seconds with the bait in its mouth before registering a bite on the rod.
Dave Hobbs with one of his barbel, taken very close in. |
I reckon the carp in my swim, which I realised had been off bottom, had been going down, picking up the bait, and rather than dashing off with it, had been rising up off bottom, not moving far, and ejecting the bait a few seconds later.
Mike Rawson's biggest fish was well into double-figures. |
Winner Neil Paas - 86 lb 112 oz, taken mainly on a top 2 plus one in the deep margin, to his right, on peg 24, using corn. |
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