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In Search of Monster Carp
touched the stone, that was it, it was
left, and you knew when they were
getting on there. People were saying,
“Why fish the silt? You don’t know the
spots, and silt is silt.” Yeah, but it’s not
– once you have fed them and you
keep feeding them, that goes from
being sticky to being like lino, and the
leads used to glide across there like a
piece of glass. Anyway, I went down
there, and I stuck 10kg in, and I
thought I’m not going to catch. I got
back down there on the Friday morning, and it’s a bit cheeky really. You’re
in the car park, you all have to have a
draw in the morning, and everyone’s
going, “Where do you want to go?” I
said that I really would like to go back
in the Trees because I’d put in a lot of
work – I’d only been down there the
day before, but I’d stuck 10kg in and I
think that scared them. They didn’t
want to go anywhere near it, so they
went, “No, go on, you go and fill your
boots, that’s yours.”
So when I got round there I just
fished singles up to about 11.30, and
then I put another 2kg out. By the
afternoon the weather had changed, it
had gone really, really overcast with
fine rain again – ideal Sutton weather.
The sheeting up was unbelievable; it
was like someone had just switched
on a light switch and they just
appeared. They were fizzing up,
heads were coming out, and they
were crashing right out, which I don’t
like – I like their heads just poking
out. That Tree swim can be a funny
old swim – if you do get one at
lunchtime, which is like a red letter
day, you can fill your boots. I thought
it had got to go, as it was like a
Jacuzzi out there. I was sitting right
next to the rods, and I was looking at
the bobbins, thinking they should be
flying up and down, but they were
just staying there. Then the night
came; I thought it’s got to go, as they
were still out there, and they were
fizzing up like mad. Come 10pm,
which is a good time in the Trees, I
was worrying about ending up with
egg on my face if it didn’t go. Then at
five past ten, it just peeled off. I picked
the rod up, and it just plodded and
plodded, going left, and then it went
ping, and the hook came out. I was
sick – it wasn’t like the normal speed,
it was just a slow plod. I mean, you
can’t say whether it was a big one for
sure, but I think I have had enough
big’uns now to tell. So I thought, don’t


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