So the complete lockdown had been relaxed, and a trip to
Fields End, Doddington, would give me my first taste of fishing for ten weeks. It's an irrigation reservoir holding 28 pegs , with lodges and caravan sites, but none of these are operational at the moment. There were about five anglers there when we arrived.
John Smith and his son travelled there separately, and we started fishing at
about 9.30. The forecast was for hot weather, with possibly some rain (only a
few spots hit us) but luckily there was a bit of a breeze.
We picked the first three platforms, with the wind over our
backs, and I started on a pellet waggler, a method I have not fished for some
time, at about 35 yards, a third of the way across. Four carp around 2-3 lb
came quickly, then a lull, and then a chub about 3 lb. The wind was easing
off, and the surface became almost calm, and bites dropped away. I was clicking the number of fish, rather than the weight.
Meanwhile John had somebetter fish down the side, so
with ten fish under my belt I put up a pole and fished banded pellet on four sections.
Every time the wind picked up I had a fish or two, and these were a bit
bigger, around 3 lb-plus. Paul in the first peg was, like his Dad, on a
waggler, and I could see him landing fish; an angler on my right, who was
fishing the Method, was also catching slowly but steadily.
This was one of John's first fish - a good 5 lb. |
Every time the wind put a ripple on the water I picked up
the pellet waggler and would take three or four carp or chub until the wind either
died or changed direction, when the fish would disappear. So it was back to the
pole, and with shapes moving under the surface near the edge, I put on a piece
of cat meat. The result was roach but nothing else.
So back to the pellet waggler for a fish or two until the wind changed - every time that happend the fish disappeared.
An unusual find
At one point, when the fish were coming quickly, I changed from a brown 6mm pellet on the band, while feeding 6mm, to a green 8mm on the band. To my surprise I never had a take. Ten minutes later I changed back and had fish straight away. That’s something I will have to bear in mind for all methods, not just when fishing the pellet waggler.
Then the wind died and then I
tried inside again, having another look on cat meat. Here I found better fish now willing to feed, and two little
tricks brought a really good spell.
The two tricks.
I could see fish coming in to feed in the margins whenever I
put feed in, and I could often see them coming for the hook bait as it sank,
only to see then veer away. If I left it, the odd fish took it, but I had a lot
of line bites. The water here was less than two feet deep, so I tried fishing
a foot over depth, so the line was not vertical above the bait. This brought a
good run of carp around 5 lb.
Another trick was to put in my bait first, so it was on the
bottom, wait for 30 seconds, and then feed over the top with a little cat meat.
The fish seemed to take the bait much more confidently when it was static than
when it was moving – possibly they thought it was bait left over from the last
feed.
Anyway it was a trick to store up for the future, because
normally I feed first.
Lots of suncream and a brimmed hat to keep the sun off my face. It was hot, but a cool breeze mad it comfortable. |
A really good run
Suddenly the wind got up quite strong and started blowing
straight into our faces, and from that moment I concentrated on the pole. Paul
left at 2 pm with 135 lb on his clicker, and John and I packed up about 90
minutes later. He estimated 95 lb, mainly on paste, but thanks to a great run in that last hour –
at one time I landed fish of 10 lb, 10 lb, 8 lb and 5 lb one after the other in
probably only 12 minutes – I reckoned I had had 200 lb.
That consisted of 20-plus
on the pellet waggler at 2 lb 8 oz average, and 40 on the pole, mainly on meat but also on banded
pellet and corn, averaging at least 4
lb.
I foulhooked just two all day, and lost only three, which I thought was pretty good.
Goodness knows when I will be happy fishing matches –
probably not until next summer unless a vaccine is produced. But the occasional
pleasure outing like this will help fill the void. I’m still wondering about
getting a lighter box like the Matrix P25, because lifting the Octbox onto my
trolley, even lifting the draws first then the footplate, really knocks me up.In fact if there hadn't been a toilet on site I would have had a severe problem packing up.
The cancer
My next consultation with the oncologist is early June, having already been told that the expected CT scan of my lungs has been suspended while the virus is taking up places at Addenbrookes. But they are not giving me a problem...yet. I'm also hoping the consultant may tell me I can stop the hormone treatment on my prostate cancer, as it's made me really weak But not too weak to pick up a landing net!
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