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In Search Of Monster Carp
are more interested in sex, then they
will be. A lot of clubs today fortunately
don’t have to have a closed season;
it’s down to the individual club, but
we do try as a club to keep a closed
season, although it may only be from
the 1st April to the 1st June. Its lets
the bank rejuvenate, it lets the birds
nest etc, etc, and it gives the fish a
rest because the pressure that fish get
these days can be detrimental to
The start of the season down at
Sutton as I say, the draw would happen, and there would be tickets coming up left, right and centre, and
they’d walk off and they’d pick their
swims. I’ll never forget one of the
early days when I came out second,
would you believe it. I was only a
youngster still remember, and I was a
bit flummoxed. I’d only taken a couple of seconds looking at the list of
swims to be honest with you, and
only one had gone, but you still stand
there dumbfounded, and everyone
starts, “Come on, hurry up Craig, for
God sake!” You think, hang on a
minute, and so you pick a swim you
didn’t really want in the first place –
typical. As I say I was young and
naïve, and I picked the Brambles,
whereas I should have picked the
Humps, the Bear, in the middle of the
lake. As I explained earlier on, the
Brambles is at the end of that run, the
second swim in from the Garden, and
it’s the longest chuck on the lake. It is
a secluded little bay that goes round
the corner, which is not accessible
from any other swim, so you may
think, well hang on a minute, he’s had
a result here, he’s got a bit of water
that no one else can fish in. Well we
sat there, and obviously in those days,
you couldn’t cast out until midnight,
so we put the bivvy up. I can’t actually remember which rods I had then,
but I think I still had the Ryobi 3.5’s,
believe it or not. I had a Scruffy Bob
bivvy, which was quite a famous
bivvy made by Bob in the early days,
a green Wavelock with sides. You had
to be a bit careful on the bedchair
front, and with the stove, because
believe it or not, the club had a no
camping rule. Only a few years prior
to that, during the night, you used to
have to fold the front of your bedchair up so it didn’t look as if you
were camping when the bailiff came
round. I don’t know why these silly
rules are set, but it was ridiculous,
and whenever the bailiff or someone
in authority walked round, everyone
would give everyone the nod, or a
whistle etc, etc. Everyone did the
night; it was allowed, but you couldn’t
camp, so is that not a contradiction at
work? I think it is.
Anyway, I sat there, midnight
came; it was pitch black, and I couldn’t see a thing. In those days I didn’t
mark my lines, so I didn’t know where
I was casting, but I knew the island
was in that direction somewhere. I
was still a little bit naïve regarding my
carp fishing, but I chucked them out
into the dark mist of the night. They
went plop; they hit water, so as far as
I was concerned they were fine. I put
the monkey climbers on, tied the old
baitrunners up, sorry, tightened the
clutch up, and set them to see what
happened. It had only been about half
hour or so, and I had a take, a onetoner. I actually lost the first fish; it
went round into this bay, which I
would think, looking at it today, is
probably about 75-80yds max, which,
when you think about it, was a long
cast in those days for someone of that
age. It was a basic setup of a lead, a
bead, a swivel, and a nylon hook link.
I can’t remember what the hook was;
I think it might have been a Sprite,
which was an early black hook that I
used in those days. I’m not really sure,
and to be totally honest with you, I
Sutton DDAPS – recent capture


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