FL09June - Page 146

In Search of Monster Carp
catching again.
Because you weren’t allowed to
night fish it unless you pre-booked, I’d
go down on the Tuesday and just do
the evening, and then pack up and
then book a Friday or a Saturday as
my weekend. There was always
someone coming down and checking
on you, but they didn’t know I was
going down on the Tuesday evening,
so I used to quite often have it to
myself. I went down and I prebaited
quite a bit, and I had three or four 20’s
out within an hour one evening, but
you were frightened to tell the other
members what you were catching,
just in case, as there was a lot of jealousy. There was one big leather in
there that I wanted to catch; I can’t
remember the weight of it now, but I
think it was in the high-20’s, or it
might have been a 30. I’m trying to
remember the year; it was probably
the early 90’s, but I’m not sure.
Another thing I liked about it was that
even in the wintertime, the ground
was soft, but it wasn’t muddy as
such, because you had all the pine
needles. You couldn’t drive round it;
you had about a two-mile trek down
this bumpy old road to get to it, but I
fished it for a while. In the summer it
was fully of lily pads, and it had some
big rudd in there as well. I remember
this one particular night; I had gone
down there, again on a Tuesday after
work. Oh I’ll tell you when it was; I
know when it was now – it was when
the hurricane hit, because the pine
trees had snapped off. So it was ear-
Broadwater, a new challenge.
lier than I thought; I couldn’t believe
the damage it had done, because I
was loading my Hoover van up with
pine logs to put on the fire.
I remember, it was February time, I
had gone down there, and it had been
pissing down with rain. In fact I took
Maureen down with me, I don’t know
why, but she came with me, and I
think I might had had another fish, a
20lb’er too, but I hooked and landed
this big leather. I wanted some good
photos of it, and I wasn’t going to
trust her with taking them, so I
thought to myself, the only thing I can
do is drive up to the nearest phone
box and phone my mate Kevin O’Farrell who didn’t live too far away, and
see if he would come down. Well I’m
not kidding you, the place was just
full of toads; there were toads everywhere, and you couldn’t help but
tread on toads. I was driving up this
track, and I was squashing these
toads – it was unbelievable; I have
never seen anything like it – there
were millions of them. Anyway, I
phoned Kevin up and he said he
would be down within the hour. Anyway, he came down, and he couldn’t
believe it, but the photographs never
came out that well anyway. But I was
well made up to get that fish, and I
did have some lovely fish out of there,
some lovely looking fish.
It’s funny because as I said, at
weekends, if they knew you were
there, someone would come down,
and I am sure they were keeping an
eye on me, but during the week, they
didn’t know I was getting up there.
Anyway, you couldn’t fish the far
bank, but you’d cast as close as you
could to it, in amongst the gaps in the
bushes. Quite often I would cast
across there and get tangled up with
someone else’s line where it was
hanging off the bush, and I was getting peeved off with this. So I thought
next week, I am going to bring my little dinghy down, and I’ll go out there
and I’ll clear all that lot.
So I took my dinghy down, went
out in the dark, and I had line all over.
I mean it’s a little one man dinghy,
and I was covered in line, all tangling,
and I thought sod this, I’ve got to go
back to the bank and get rid of it, but
then I couldn’t see where I was going,
because it was so dark. I went back to
the bank, and I had to go out again; in
fact I went out about three times, and
in the end I had to leave a light on so
I knew where to come in and out. I
worked my way along the far bank,
and I’ve never seen so much tackle in
all my life. I got to where there was a
nice overhanging bush, and I knew
that I had to fish as close as I could to
that other bank.
So I thought I’d bring some clippers
and clip a nice little hole out, and to
fish it you had to fish a swim they
named the Dumb Swim, because they
thought it was a dumb place for
someone to put a swim, but if you
could fish it, you could catch quite a
number of fish. I went over there and
cut it, and you wouldn’t know it was
there, but I knew it was there. So I
used to go up into the Dumb Swim,
and I had a few nice fish out of there.
It was a lovely peaceful place, it really
was. I liked it, I really did, but I think
it’s a syndicate lake now; I know
Haslemere lost it.
Oh yes, I took my mate, Steve
Edwards, down there for a couple of
trips. I had been there all night one
night, and he came down in the
morning, a Saturday morning, and he
got in the next swim to me. I said to
him, “Cast as far as you can, as close
as you can to that other bank.” I was
watching him, and he was spot-on,
and I said “That’s the spot Steve,
leave it there.” He said, “Bloody hell,
the only thing I’m going to catch
there is a hedgehog!” But within an
hour, he’d had one.
Join us next time as Pete moves
onto the BCSG water Korda Lake in
the Colne Valley, opposite Savay. n


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