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Summer Tactics and Edges
Lake at midnight, I would always tie
my baits on in the car park and the
use of any torch or lighter would be
there and then. My lead size is dictated by the distance that I need to
cast, and as the Road Lake is small, I
know I can reach most areas with a
1oz lead, which helps in keeping any
disturbance down to a minimum. I
always tie my leads on with light
nylon; it breaks away very easily,
helps in bringing the fish to the surface, and prevents the fish from getting weeded up.
Most of the lakes that I tend to fish
are weedy and gin-clear. One of my
favourite venues is The Tip Lake,
which I fished in the late 80’s and
early 90’s. The fish were absolutely
awesome, and the weed was unbelievable. I wish I had known about the
chod rig then; it would have been perfect for that lake.
I did go back to the Road Lake later
that morning. It was empty and I
went straight round to The Secret
Swim with the barrow. The fish were
still down this end, choosing to sit in
the weed on the far side, in front of
The Bar swim. This gave me an
opportunity to get my rods out, but I
needed to be quick. The first rod went
out like a dream, but the left-hand rod
was proving to be a problem. It was
landing on the spot okay, but there
was some floating weed that
wouldn’t let my line sink. I broke the
marker rod down, replaced it with a
spod, and placed pieces of split cane
through the holes of the spod. This let
me cast to the back of the floating
weed and as I eased the spod slowly
forward, it collected the drifting weed
in the protruding pieces of split cane.
With the surface cleaned, I could get
the line lay needed to present my rig.
I scattered 20 baits around both rods
and the traps were finally set.
The fish started moving on top,
slowly heading my way. I noticed a
small patch of fizzing, between the
areas I was fishing, which started
moving toward the right rod and then
stopped as quickly as it had started.
By this time, I thought I had missed
my chance, with best part of the day
gone. Watching the area where I had
seen the fizzing start, I introduced
another ten baits and in no time at all,
the feeding was visible, with bubbles
hitting the surface as fish rooted
through the silty bottom searching for
more boilies.
The Neville soon did its job indicating a bite and I was pulling into a very
disgruntled carp that tried with every
ounce of its strength to get deeper
into the weedbed. This went on for 40
minutes and in the end the weedbed
gave up and moved toward the net,
giving me another Road Lake fish. As
I parted the net and checked to see
what my prize was, I realised that I
had caught this fish at the back end of
the previous season. I was a bit gutted, because every fish I’d landed this
season was a repeat! Never mind, I
was getting bites and the bait was
working.
The bit of extra effort I was putting
in this year, by arriving late at night,
was helping me find them, and if I
couldn’t fish straight away, I would
come back. However, after doubling
up so much this season, I made the
decision to fish elsewhere this year,
and do just the odd session in the
hope of The Dink. That way, my
options remain open and I can make
the most of my time on the bank. So,
if you see a carper quietly mooching
about and watching the water in the
dead of night, don’t be alarmed – it’s
probably me!
Live the dream! n
This one could fight – 36lb 6oz
(Surrey).
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