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Day Ticket 40!
few more goes after that session but
the talk of the more and more local
foreign hospital staff keeping what
they caught was getting to the point
where not much was coming out any
m o r e. I t a n g e r e d m e b u t t h a t ’s
another story, and it was very frustrating to say the least. So boys being
boys the call of dirt bikes, girls and
socialising were to take up the next
15 years, and once the job responsibility and gearing up to buy my first
house came along, everything went
on the back burner for a while. The
socialising got a bit too serious, and
before long I had to knock it on the
head and sorted myself out. I went
back to another interest that was in
my blood from a very early age, shooting, again an interest picked up from
the old man (fishing, shooting and
bikes), from tin can plinkers to rough
shooting 12 to clay shooting competitions – everything from local bale
shoots to world championships week
in week out for about three years.
Like most things everything I did, I
typically did it on my own and was
tunnel-visioned into eating, sleeping
and breathing it. I even went on to
become a qualified safety officer and
shooting instructor and pursued a
career out of it. When a position did
come up to do it for a living, the reality
of living the dream lifestyle came
down to money, and now with a wife
and first baby due any week I had a
hard decision to make. After the negotiations it wasn’t all that it was
cracked up to be, and I stuck with the
office job on better money. The bastards then made me redundant literally days before my boy Adam was
born on 7.07.07. I was gutted, but
that’s life! That’s about the time when
the fishing came back into play.
Let me tell you about a little day
ticket fishing complex in the Colne
valley… Some of you will be no doubt
be familiar with the Twynersh Fishing
Complex situated in Chertsey, Surrey.
It’s an intimate complex, with seven
pits in all, ranging from ¼ acre to
something like 5-6 acres at the back,
averaging 2.5-3 acres. What’s good
about it is that there is something for
everybody to fish for and the seven
different pits, all with their own character and charming landscapes, are a
pleasure to fish. At the time the
Match Lake, Pit 2, Pit 3 (Specimen)
and the often-neglected pit 4 were
the main carp lakes. I’d have to say it
was a margins water primarily with
most pits having islands to go at and
deep snaggy/overhanging
tree/shrubbery features on all of
them. In the summer months definitely bring your floater gear if you are
into that, as they love it off the top!
It was my dad that first introduced
me to complex some 28 years or so
ago now. It was trout that we were
after, and if I remember rightly, I think
it may have been what is now known
as the Specimen Lake (pit 3). I can
remember a frustrating afternoon
chasing them around the lake trying
to be stealthy and having arm ache
from all the repeated casting, as I didn’t fancy taking the boat out. I soon
decided after that trip that trout fishing wasn’t for me, and reverted back
to the likes of stalking chub and dace
in the River Bourne, float fishing and
legering on the Thames at Laleham,
Walton and Molesey and more of the
same on the Wey Navigation and Basingstoke canals. As I mentioned, after
the clay shooting was no longer an
option due to time and mostly money,
and now the family was in tow, I
needed a new interest and what better than a bit of fishing? It was about
the same time my sister’s boyfriend or
future brother in law Daryl mentioned
he was into his fishing and mentioned
the word ‘carp’! He told me of stories
Majestic! She behaved impeccably
throughout. Just look at the depth of
of the circuit waters he used to fish,
and the guesting on proper big fish
waters etc. That was all I needed to
I then proceeded to sort my entire
coarse fishing gear into what was
suitable for carp fishing and garage
the rest. Being ultra-keen I soon requisitioned from the old man what I
could – thanks, dad – and then rest I
could borrow and beg for. It wasn’t
long before I was sorted and planning
my first session over at Twynersh. At
the time I didn’t know of boilies and
pop-ups and reverted to some old
coarse favourites of corn, pellet, hemp
and luncheon meat for hookbaits.
After a little research and homework I
opted to fish the Match Lake. It had a
good head of carp and some good size
bream too. There was one particular
snaggy bay corner that they resided
in, and setting traps either side of the
entrance was a good bet. After a few
trial and error sessions I had gained
enough bank hours to figure out how
they liked to get about, and then set
about getting my dad to sort out a
carrier bag full of something I can
only describe as a pungent stink of
mainly hemp and a few bits ‘n’ pieces.
So getting to the lake at first light


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