On Tuesday I nipped into The Works in Huntingdon. The sign says: "Everything must go." But that sign has been saying that for years. Anyway, I bought one of those popular paperbacks 'Unsolved Enigmas' - The Abominable Snowman, Mystery of the Marie Celeste, is Hitler still alive? etc etc. Little did I think that next day I would witness one for myself!
The invitation match run by Wendy Bedford on Elm lake at Decoy had 20 entries; 20 had paid Wendy their pools money; but only 19 lined up for the draw. Someone was missing. A check found that it was John Whitlock. I'd never heard of him, and neither had Wendy - she assumed it was a friend of another invitee.
I checked the car park and the shop - no John Whitlock. It then transpired that none of the anglers in our match seemed to have heard of him; yet Wendy remembered him paying. He never turned up. Where is he?
Mel makes the draw, and Callum records it. |
The only explanation is that either a spaceship landed in the Decoy car park, unnoticed, and whisked him away; or that he's still stumbling aimlessly about in the wilds of Fenland searching desperately for the draw. Either way, we put our priorities first of course and had the draw and fished the match. All of us. And a good time was had by all...except John Whitlock!
Mel drew peg 17 for me - facing the cool wind with the probability of rain later. I would have preferred the opposite bank because of that, but when I got to my swim there was a pleasant surprise - a nice looking lefthand margin. It was deep, and ran under an overhanging bush. To the right the bank had collapsed and the margins were much shallower and bumpier, but I found a couple of flat areas four or five feet from the bank. With two very different margin swims I was very happy that one of them would produce at some time in the match.
My swim at the start. Luckily the rain wasn't heavy, but the facing wind became very cold at times. |
I had intended to start on a feeder, but that lefthand margin drew me, like the previous match. I put in a rig with a piece of cat meat - no loose feed at all. I dropped it in several spots, and got several little knocks that I thought were probably roach, and several real dive-away bites, all of which I missed. I was pretty sure they were liners.
A change to my lighter rig with corn saw a roach hooked, and promptly dropped. That settled it - I went over to a feeder, intending to go back later in the match, certain that there were carp or barbel under that bush. Ten minutes after I had cast out the banjo with a washed-out wafter I hooked my first fish - a 6 lb carp. Next cast came a 2 lb bream. But then I saw a couple of carp come into the right margin, apparently sucking algae off some snags in the side. I'd also seen Dennis on the opposite bank hook a fish on pole, while Dick, to my left behind a big bush, appeared to be landing a good fish, with some splashing. So I went on the pole myself.
It was good to see Ken Wade, who has done so much for local anglers over the years. |
First drop in the right margin, about five feet out, saw me hook a fish which came off after a minute, definitely foulhooked. Next drop, and a mirror carp shot off with my bait, eventually finishing up in my net - all 15 lb of it!
Peter Harrison with one of several barbel from Peg 14. |
First drop in to the left with corn and a 10 lb carp took it. That enabled me to put out my third net. And for the next hour I hit fish after fish. Understand that it wasn't frantic - I would put in about a quarter of a large pot of hemp and pellet with a few grains of corn, wait a minute or two, as my back was starting to hurt from playing the fish, and follow it up with my rig and corn, trickling in just four or five grains (no more) to excite the fish which were looking for my previous offering.
What a gorgeous-looking margin swim to my left. |
Alan Porter to my right was fishing towards me in the shallowish margin, and catching fish, but I decided not to change to fish towards him as I was pretty certain he wasn't catching as fast as I was.
A couple more fish approaching 10 lb each went into the fourth net, and then two smaller ones of 2 lb and 3 lb, before the match ended. I noticed that Callum hadn't put in a fourth net.
I had had lots of liners to the left, but using my special method at times had enabled me to cut foulhookers down to a minimum. That was very pleasing. And I had managed to really get into "the zone " for that last two hours, which is perhaps the ultimate feeling a match fisherman can get.
Callum finished |
I joined the scales partway down the opposite bank to see that Trevor was leading with 98 lb, and that stayed in front down to Gary Holmes, who I had not seen for years, on 11. Both his nets were well over the 50 lb limit we were fishing to, so he totalled 100 lb, having dropped 11 lb. He must have been on tenterhooks wondering whether that would have cost him a place.
Round to our bank and Alan Porter, on 16 next to me, weighed in 96 lb 11 oz, and I managed 165 lb 2 oz, despite having gone over in two nets! But since no-one else had more than three nets in I knew I must have won.
Ken Wade, former Peterborough AA captain and tackle shop owner, fished on Peg 19 and was fifth with 90 lb 14 oz., with Callum sixth on 89 lb 13 oz, having had a terrible last hour or two.
So my first win of the year, and the £80 winnings will pay for a good few tins of hemp!
RESULT
East Bank West Bank
22 Wendy Bedford 63 lb 14 oz 3 Trevor Cousins 98 lb 3rd
21 Mick Ramm 36 lb 6 oz 5 Shaun Buddle 81 lb 13 oz
18 Dick Warrener 50 lb 10 Dennis Sambridge 62 lb 4 oz
17 Mac Campbell 165 lb 2 oz 1st 11 Gary Holmes 100 lb 2nd
16 Alan Porter 96 lb 11 oz 4th 12 Allan Golightly 18 lb 3 oz
15 Mel Lutkin 55 lb 5 oz
14 Peter Harrison 49 lb 15 oz
13 John Garner 54 lb 7 oz
Next match is the John Garner Invitation, also on Decoy, on Six-Island, on Sunday. The forecast is for warmer weather and I hope for Peg 9, whatever the wind direction, but will be happy wherever I get drawn. I just hope no-one in our party gets spirited away on a spaceship.
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