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The Pink Linear
Being returned to her home, and with
the morning light you could see
where the name The Pink Linear
came from.
where credit is due; if you want to
catch big fish you can’t go far wrong
with the Trigga.
The downside of fishing this lake,
and something I feel I should mention, is that because there is a very
large and long island going through
the middle of the lake with overhanging bushes going into the water all
around it, and part of it only being
accessible with long-range tactics,
it’s what I would class as a snaggy
water, and unfortunately over the
years with fish being lost in the snags
and fish picking up cracked off end
tackle from inexperienced anglers trying to fish long-range with the incorrect tackle, some of the fish have
unfortunately developed mouth damage. But apart from that there are
some cracking looking fish in there,
averaging 18-21lb, so if my theory was
right and all went to plan it was going
to be a case of wading though the
smaller ones until hopefully the big
one turns up.
My next trip was in the first week of
May, so the fish should have completely woken up from their winter
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slowdown, be preparing for fattening
up to replace fats used up over the
winter period, and to prepare themselves for their upcoming spawning,
so I had it in my mind that May could
be a very good month to fish. I didn’t
have a lot of work for a few weeks,
and I was going to make the most of
it and get down midweek. I drove
down on the Bank Holiday Monday,
which was a bad move; a trip which
usually takes an hour and a half took
over two and a half hours. On arrival
at the lake I saw that there was a
bream angler in the main Gate Swim
(Swim A). I had a chat with him, and
he was going in a couple of hours, so
I put some kit in the swim so I could
jump in when he had left, and went
for a good look round the lake to make
sure I was making the right choice. I
may have complained about the traffic on the way down, but it didn’t
matter, as I couldn’t have set straight
up anyway, at least not until the
bream angler gone.
When he left, I set up and had a
quick look around with the marker to
find the area I wanted. It felt pretty
much uniform, with a silt bottom and
a depth of around 7ft and one bar
coming off the corner of the island,
which is a tricky cast along the island,
as you need the wind to be blowing
your line away from it to get a lead on
it. I knew that there had to be fish in
the sanctuary area; it was such an
obvious holding area, out of the way
of angling pressure, so the plan was to
get as close to that area as I could
with a spod and draw them out. One
of the good things about the Gate
Swim is that if you get a westerly or
southwesterly blowing, you can really
launch your hookbaits and spod out
with the wind getting behind your
cast, and from fishing large venues
over the years I’ve become quite efficient at long-range fishing, so the
swim suited me down to the ground.
I got my hookbaits out and put a couple of kilos over the three rods to see
how things went. I didn’t have to wait
long though, as ten minutes after I
had stopped spodding I was into a
fish, which turned out to be a mirror of
16lb 4oz. I initially thought I was
going to have a couple that night, but
it went quiet, and the fish turned out
to be a one-off.
The next day I stuck out a couple
more kilos in the hope of pulling them
in, as I didn’t feel a lot of bait had
been placed at that range very often,
at least not this year anyway.
It wasn’t until the following morning that I started to receive some
action and the fish moved in, as at
7.30 the left hand rod screamed off. I
wound down hard, as the fish was
making its way to the bushes along
the side of the island, and I could feel
the line just catching the bushes.
Then suddenly it made it into them
and became stuck. I tried all the tricks
in the book; pulling in different directions, leaving it in the hope that it
would swim out on its own, but all
without success. I sensed it had gone,
as I couldn’t feel any knocking on the
end of the line, so I pulled for a break.
Ten minutes later and the middle rod
was away. This time I didn’t give it a
chance to reach the snags, and an
18lb 4oz linear was mine.
I recast and topped up the swim
with about a kilo of bait. It wasn’t
until 11.30 that evening that the fish
decided to return, when I landed a
fish of 18lb 8oz, and when the fish
was returned to the water one of the
other rods burst into life, but unfortunately the hook pulled on this one. I
had a feeling when I first started fishing this venue that getting more than
average hook pulls was going to be

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