Twelve of us in this club match, so we used the 12 swims
along the Western bank and, given a
choice, I reckoned the higher I picked the number the better. In the event I picked out peg
8, and was happy with that. And while I was tackling up John Garner told me he
had fished this swim two days earlier and bagged up, starting at 7 metres and
coming into a small shallow area to the left late on.
I found not only the shallow area just to the left of the platform,
but that the bank was well undercut there – a good sign if the fish were
willing to feed in 18 inches of water. But I started out at about 7 metres – no point in listening to other
anglers if you don’t take into account what they tell you.
Hot, calm, cloudy and humid. My shallow swim was about two feet to the left of the platform right against the bank. |
The day was very calm, with showers forecast, and incredibly
humid – very uncomfortable while we were moving about. But at least we started
in the dry, and within 15 minutes I had three carp for about 6 lb in the net on an expander.
Then everything died. After an hour I felt I had to look in the shallow margin
– and threw in some pellet; but I also put dead maggots down at the bottom of
the shelf, which was no more than three feet from the bank.
A couple of F1s came from the shallows on pellet, but I eventually had
to try the maggot swim. Here I found the occasional barbel, and as the day wore
on I found that feeding with a bait dropper here brought barbel in quickly. Alternating between the shallows and this deep swim I had about 42 lb in three
hours and started on the second net. The odd look at the seven-metre swim
brought just tiny liners, though at one point I tried shallow for 30 minutes,
without result.
Big fish close in
Swinging a piece of cat meat under the undercut immediately
brought a bite from a big fish which dashed out towards the middle, leaped a
foot clear of the water, and threw the hook. It was a common of at least 10 lb.
I tried again and this time a near-10 lb common stuck and was placed in the
second net. No more there, so I moved out to the maggot swim and took about ten
barbel one after the other, by which time the heavens had opened for about 20
minutes. I had my umbrella up, but Peter Harrison, to my right, stuck it out in
his waterproofs.
Peter had started well on a pellet feeder cast right across,
using corn or banded pellet, then had a lean spell, but now started catching
again, and I wondered whether I should have used a feeder earlier, to test the
water as it were.
Barbel after barbel –
hard work!
I was putting fish into the net at this point, and Peter
Spriggs, to my left, was catching fish
at the same rate...but his were 5 lb to 10 lb carp, compared to my 2 lb to 4 lb
barbel...and he was landing them in half the time, and a couple weeded me in
the side and came off. I knew he would
be on paste, and considered changing bait, but decided that putting fish into
the net was sensible. Even though I knew he was beating me. I dropped into the
shallows occasionally, but the fish seemed to be moving in and out, and it
wasn’t often that their moving in coincided with my fishing there – however I
did manage three or four carp to 4 lb there.
At one point I ‘wasted’ a good ten minutes landing a 10 lb
mirror hooked in the tail, during which time Peter landed three properly
hooked! Then it started to rain heavily again, but I was glad I had the umbrella
up, even though it interfered slightly with my landing the fish, as I wear spectacles and rain on them is a
real handicap.
John Garner's fish from the corner peg 12. As we started weighing in the sun came out! |
With 30 minutes to go and 42 lb in the second net I went for
a third...though Peter had already been for a fourth net, and Bob Allan, to my
left, had gone for a third much earlier. As I walked to the car I was dismayed
to see several of the other with three nets out. My hearing is so bad I hadn’t
heard any of the car engines as they drove to get their nets. But, Hey-Ho, no use
crying over spilt milk. The walk to the car was slow – in wellies with waterproofs through a very
hot, humid atmosphere, with no wind.
A bonus (in fact
two!)
So, back on the peg with a little over 20 minutes to go, my
first fish was a mirror of about 14 lb, taken on cat meat in the right hand margin which I had baited
with corn just before I left. More bait went in there, and a drop in the shallow swim to the left
immediately brought a common of 10 lb, also to cat meat. I had time, after
landing these, for one more drop in, to the right, which brought a 2 lb F1.
Then it was match over...
My last three fish, best around 14 lb. |
The weigh-in
Ted (90) was on Golden Peg 1, with three nets, and weighed
100 lb 1 oz. I doubt I shall be able to catch 100 lb when I’m that age! Then
came Terry Tribe, who has just had a new knee, which still slows him up a
little – and he had a previous appointment and didn’t start fishing until 12.15
pm, but still managed 80 lb.
Then John Smith had 99 lb 6 oz – he won his National section many
years ago on the Welland while his wife, Judy, was giving birth to their son.
He points out that his 7 lb-plus winning weight was a few ounces more than Judy
produced!!!
My travelling companion to all Vets Nationals, Martin
Parker, weighed 121 lb 15 oz, and I thought it very unlikely I would beat that.
Peter Harrison on my immediate right weighed 99 lb 11 oz in two nets and was 10 lb over in one. Then
to me...oh dear – 57 lb in the first net, cut back to 50 lb. I guessed I had
thrown away the chance of beating Martin. The second net was 48 lb, and the
last three fish weighed, as I had guessed, 26 lb. I was the leader to date. Just. With 124 lb.
The result - eight over 99 lb. |
Peter next to me won handsomely with 176 lb 1 oz taken
at the bottom of the shelf, with John Garner in the corner peg 12 weighing 106 lb 1 oz, mainly from the end bank at
about 10 metres. So I ended second, which I was pleased with. But I suspect the
swim was good enough for a better angler to have won from there.
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