My name was last out of the bag, picked not by me actually, but by Trevor. Then: "Twenty-Two." Two little ducks...quack, quack. quack. And I may have moaned and said to John Garner: "That's the only peg I wouldn't have picked on that lake." Because I have drawn that swim more times than any other on the whole complex, and I can remember only once when I did OK on it. I was told some years ago that it's a great peg in Winter, because it's the deepest swim on the lake. But every time I've drawn it it's been in Summer.
There had been a bright spot the day before - Tescos had stocked up with frozen mussels and I bought three bags. Be Prepared and all that. Sixteen of us fished this Spratts club match, and it was good to see Mick Linnell back with us.
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A high wind (unlike my hopes) at the start. |
The wind was quite fierce, a Southerly from right to left giving me something more than the ripple I love, but it was warm, and cloudy, with just occasional sun, and conditions were great. There used to be a huge floating bed of reeds on the left of Peg 22, but they vanished a year or two ago, leaving bare bank both sides, no more than eight inches deep against the bank But I plumbed up towards the platform on my left and found that at one spot, a couple of feet from the bank, there was a definite drop.
Because of the wind I decided on three possible swims - four sections out in the deep water, the deep margin hole, and down beside my platform to the right, where it also dropped off a little. No point in struggling to reach the islands on a minimum of 13 metres.
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Peter Barnes, back from Covid, on 25 found all these in the last half-hour, on cockle. |
Opposite me today on 2 was Peter Spriggs, who could currently catch fish in a bucket of concrete. But I had a reasonable start, putting in a little hemp and trickling corn on top, and taking a 1 lb F1 within ten minutes, though the bites took a long time to develop - the float just dipping and rising a tiny bit as fish played with the bait. I kept changing the shotting and the depth and found that going overdepth by several inches was better than trying to fish dead depth. Eve so I had a lot of knocks before the bait had hit bottom.
With four or five smallish fish in the net I had a look in the deep margin swim, and had bites on corn immediately, but they never developed into fish. Nevertheless, that told me that there was something there - probably carp rather than roach, because of the way the float was moving.
Back to the four-section swim, where sport was still very slow and after three hours, with a little over 10 lb in my net, I rang my Dearly Beloved We Are Gathered Here to assure her that I was still alive and kicking, and that there was no need to sort out the life policies just yet. Then, after putting a few grains of corn in the deep margin swim, I wandered up to Dick Warrener on 25. he told me had had had just one bite, and one fish, after ten minutes and nothing since.
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Dick nearly had his arm wrenched off by this barbel... |
Then he suddenly shot forwards, as if he was going to dive in. A barbel had snatched his cat meat fished against the reeds, and threatened to pull his arm out of its socket. I walked back to my swim for my phone and took a couple of pictures. "You brought me luck," he said. And I decided not to risk doing that for every other competitor, so went back to my peg and changed the bait for mussel.
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...and here he is unhooking it. That was the start of a good spell for him. |
One or two good F1s around 3 lb came from that swim, and eventually I took a chance and put in come bait just to my left, on a top two, close to the bank. Very quickly fish came in and in the next hour I had six or seven, best around 5 lb,, all on mussel, even though I kept trying corn, which produced nothing. A look in the right margin brought another five-pounder, foulhooked in the side, and I didn't get any more fish there, but I did get a ten-pounder on mussel very close in.
By now both Dick and Peter Spriggs were catching fish, and it seemed that every time I looked up Peter's elastic was stretched right out. I guessed he would soon be on his third net, while I had just started my second net, with 36 lb on the clicker for the first net.
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John Garner, with his catch from Peg 18. His estimate of "around 60 lb" was only a pound out. |
That last hour saw several more big F1s and carp to 8 lb on the top two, but I lost another four or five good fish which I am sure were not foulhooked - the hook just pulled out. Several of my fish were hooked on the outside of the mouth, with one hooked on a barbule, so they clearly were not taking the bait properly. I also felt several fish very briefly when I struck, with the mussel gone - the fish must have been holding it in their lips, as I had imagined.
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Second to weigh was Peter Harrison, and when this first net went 50 lb I thought he might win, but he had only 8 lb 15 oz in his second net. |
Bob Barrett was first to walk past me, saying he had no more than 40 lb, then John Garner admitted to 60 lb, both of which amazed me as I had thought I would be way down the list.
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Martin Parker's third-placed catch from Peg 9, in the corner. |
Dick managed 60 lb 7 oz after that terrible start, and last to weigh was Peter Barnes (welcome back after Covid, Peter) with 25 lb 1 oz, all taken in the last half-hour on cockle. So I finished as winner from my Bogey Peg 22. What do I know?
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Mick Linnell fished a feeder to the aerator on Peg 10 for his 57 lb 6 oz. |
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Mike Rawson was on 15 - I didn't fancy that peg myself, as it was fairly calm all day, with back wind. |
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