I is a-feared that I will have now to don my long pantaloons and my furry tunics to face the oncoming storms. The first cold fingers of Winter did remind me that cool weather is a-coming in, and I was left a-shivering before the end of our Spratts match, fished by 13 tried and trusted stalwarts.
Peg 11 was incredibly shallow - less that a foot deep against the bank, running down to perhaps three feet at about five metres, and shallowing up again as I plumbed farther out. Yet Peter Harrison, on my left, had almost four feet of water in his margins. However I decided to start on the Method feeder, cast to the island, which yielded not even a liner for half an hour, though Bob Barrett on my right had three or four fish on a bomb and pellet.
A nice new, large metal platform greeted me on peg 11. The wind was never strong, but it had a real bite to it towards the end. |
In went some dead maggot to the left margin, near a load of old reeds, but in about two feet of water, and yes! Some perch and roach came in on double red maggot - at least I was now catching. Then a 1 lb F1, and I changed to corn, hoping for carp.
I'd also been trickling corn into the right shallow margin, and suddenly I fancied I saw clouds of mud there. Then they were also in the left margin, but right up to the bank, where I hadn't put any bait in. I've had this before - unable to catch the fish in the very shallow water, so I went out into two feet with a bait.
Peter Harrison nets one of his better carp, taken from very close to the bank. |
That move to about two feet of water brought the VERY occasional carp - the first was 10 lb, on a 6mm expander, and then a smaller one on cat meat, one on corn, and one on mussel. Peter Harrison came into his margins, and when he landed fish I could see he was deeper than any water I could find. Bob had had two or three good carp on his bomb cast well over, and now he was putting it down the wide, with no result! He told me later that he also had mud clouds, but the fish wouldn't take his bait.
Bob Barret was to my right and I think took most of his fish on bomb and pellet. The angler in the background is Trevor Cousins, round the corner on peg 16. |
Before the match I had fancied the pegs in what used to be called Deadman's Bay, from 16 round to peg 24 (25 is a known flier but was not in the bag today). In particular I fancied peg 24, which has an aerator, and I told Neil Paas, who drew it, that there should be fish under the aerator.
Bob Barrett carefully slips his fish into the weigh bag. |
To my surprise I was only one small carp behind Peter with my 37 lb 6 oz, with Bob only just behind me on 36 lb 1 oz. But as I had expected, the final five pegs to weigh took the top five places. They all had over 40 lb, but when I got to Neil Paas' swim I looked for the aerator, and there it was. Gone!
Peter Harrison's 40 lb 5 oz from the peg on my left. |
Bob Barrett's 35 lb 1 oz from the peg to my right. |
Bob Walker - some good fish in his 52 lb 12 oz in his first Spratts match. |
The post the aerator is usually tied to was there, to the left of the swim, but no aerator. Didn't matter, though - Neil Paas had still smashed it with 86 lb 3 oz, with Trevor Cousins on 16 second with 69 lb 8 oz, taken in the margins to his right near platform 17.
Bob Walker from Market Deeping, fishing his first match with us, was third on 52 lb 12 oz. I hope he doesn't make a habit of framing! 😂 I ended seventh.
Neil Paas - winner with 86 lb 3 oz. The post is where the aerator usually is! |
I thought afterwards that I had scraped a reasonable catch out, but then realised that I should definitely had started another swim in the deepest spot I could find, about five metres out. The carp were swimming all round, and would certainly have found the bait there, and would probably have fed much better there than in the shallower water, where I guess they were scared by my rig. I should also have tried reverting to maggot. So I'm worth 3/10. Could do better. My excuse is that the cold numberd my brain. So next match will see my Winter underwear, a thick lined shirt, and my trusty, lined Imax jacket.
Next match probably not for another ten days, on Yew at Decoy. Cold weather can affect Yew badly - the fish are bigger there and not as many of them.
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