As soon as we all drove onto the Six-Island car park for John Garner's Invitation match we could see what was going on - the water was swirling and splashing in the margins, and tails and fins charging about and waving at us. Worst of all they were largely around peg 22, which I didn't fancy in the first place!
Bob Allen made the draw for all of us, and John Garner recorded it all. |
And a lovely-looking right margin!! |
Lovely-looking left margin for me. |
I suffer
The reason I suffered was that my margins - beautiful as they looked - were very shallow, and in the early-morning sun. And the spawning went on, non-stop, until 3 o'clock, one hour before we finished. Clearly I couldn't - daren't - fish the margins, so started on the feeder, with no result - not even a liner. Then out on the pole to nine metres, with the same result. Then out to an island on my left at 14 metres, where the fish had not been spawning. Unbelievably within five minutes of me dropping a rig beside the reeds there fish started holding a side-orgy. I persevered, but didn't get even a liner, and it was awkward as the bank at the back here is close and high.
Dick, to my right on 20, fished a brilliant match in the heat. |
After nearly three hours Dick, on my right, had started catching the odd fish by fishing his margins with cat meat. but I couldn't possibly do that yet; I would have foulhooked fish within seconds. Beyond him Tim Bates on 19 had started long but reverted to his margins after an hour, and was catching steadily on maggot. He told me today that to his left the margin was deeper, and the fish were not spawning there. And that was the key - you needed deep margins.
To cut a long, boring, story short I eventually tried a small worm a little away from the margin, hoping that some of the carp coming in were looking for spawn to eat...and first drop, within seconds, I hooked a big carp. It came to the surface, was clearly hooked in the mouth, and promptly came off. In the next 20 minutes, still using worm, I hooked two more and landed them - both foulhooked - for a total of 5 lb. A switch to the deeper margin on the right brought a five-pounder on cat meat.
Kev Beavis was the first I saw weigh. Great to see him again after a year! His weight was 63 lb 7 oz. |
The margins didn't produce even when the fish had gone, though at the end when I dumped a very small amount of left-over bait in the side there were fish there within less than a minute. I reckon they knew the match had finished.
To my left, round the corner, Kevin Lee had also struggled for the first four-and-a-half hours, but then found fish on cat meat to his left in deepish water (three feet) next to a small bush. He was one of 13 to beat me.
Tim Bates won with 147 lb 4 oz and was overweight in two nets, He used five pints of maggots and fished with a bunch on the hook. He said that he watched the cruising fish dive down for the bait when he put in his rig.
The winner! Tim Bates, with 147 lb 4 oz, mainly taken on maggot. One net weighed 59 lb 4 oz...12 oz more and it would have been disqualified. |
Looking back I actually was quite proud of the fact that I caught any fish at all in the circumstances. It's the only time I've ever been frightened of hooking fish - when you see fifteen-pounders cruising at speed and charged up with testosterone looking for ladies, you really do not want to fish foulhooking them. And the fish were constantly spawning, until 3 o'clock, between the platform to my right and the platform to my left. I think I was lucky to get away without any breakages. C'est la vie.
Kev Lee with a beautiful common. |
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