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In Search Of Monster Carp
and my heart was pounding. This fish
was on the mat, and to be honest with
you, I don’t think we even had beanie
mats in those days; I don’t think they
had been introduced. There might
have been one or two exclusive manufacturers that brought them out,
from what I remember, it was just that
hard plastic covered foam, but a fair
size, the biggest you could get, or the
biggest you could possibly carry
round. Nine times out of ten you
would use it as a blooming mattress
before you would use it as an unhooking mat. We weighed this fish at 43lb
8oz – unbelievable; I was lost for
words. I will take the memory of that
capture to my deathbed to be honest
with you; it was one hell of a fish. I did
go on to catch it at a later date, and I
will tell you the story of that too
because it was quite significant.
A couple of years went by, and I
had caught quite a few fish from the
venue, including my first 30lb’er,
which I’ll go into more detail about. It
was the year Terry Hearn was on
there; he had fished a couple of years,
and been quite successful – he had
some nice fish. Terry, being Terry,
lived on the water, for as many hours
as god gave him, or he was allowed.
He’s a very good angler, and fair play
to him. Obviously he had fished a lot
of venues prior to Sutton, but I think
he would be the first to admit that
he’s never fished anywhere like Sutton before. Sutton is one on its own;
most places you go you see bubblers,
you see feeding fish, you see fish
jumping, you can get some pattern,
you know when fish are feeding, and
you know when there is a chance of
catching them, but this place, everything is against the rules. If there are
bubbling fish there and you think they
are feeding, you cast a lead out there
and they’ve gone. Remember it is only
three acres, so you have to set your
traps and leave them. Nine times out
of ten, you cast the bait out when you
get there, and you leave it there until
you go home at night, and if you were
lucky enough, you might have a take
or you might see a fish jump over
where your bait was. So I was fishing
the Dead End, and as I said there was
the likes of Terry Hearn on there, and
other people. Terry had been after
Blind Eye, and we had sat and had
many a conversation about different
fish, and obviously I had read various
books and articles of his in various
This one morning, I turned up in the
car park, and there was me, Nick
Helleur, Lee Jackson and Terry. Now I
knew where I wanted to go. At the
time I had spent three or four months
in the same swim, the Dead End, very
first swim you come to, in a little bay,
and not approachable by anyone else.
You’ve got one swim at the mouth of
it, or at the very end of it should I say,
that controlled the area, the far margins, the bushes to your right, and the
brambles to your left. It was a fairly
non-featured area, with gravel slopes,
Haswells common 37lb.


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