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Look at the scales on this belter
noon/evening trip and after repositioning a single heavily-glugged
hookbait to a showing fish at around
120yds at the usual evening feeding
time of around 7pm my left hand rod
was away. After hooking the fish,
and despite getting it all the way in
and almost ready to net the hook
pulled in the last few seconds of the
fight, and I was left to reel in nothing
but the rig. I returned the next afternoon hoping for another chance, but
unfortunately no runs were forthcoming on this occasion. I managed
to winkle out another nice fish the
following week, again on a glugged
fishmeal pop-up and at 23lb 12oz it
made up for the one I’d lost the previous week.
Things were starting to pick up a
little as my next fish fell to the same
tactics, and despite the water not
really fishing particularly well by
consistently working hard and
sometimes moving two or even
three times a day I managed to keep
one step ahead of the fish, and the
bobbins kept moving. This next fish
came at the end of a hard day, and
after fishing two other swims at
opposite ends of the lake I dropped
into an area where I’d seen a few
fish show. The old adage ten min-
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utes in the right spot etc proved
bang-on, as after casting both rods
out amongst a group of head and
shouldering fish the lefthander
roared off after only a few minutes.
This fish was particularly pretty,
long, and lean with large sovereign
type scales running down both
flanks. I packed up there and then
h a p p y t h a t I ’d m a n a g e d t o f o o l
another one.
With things looking good for a few
more fish I was eager to get back as
soon as possible. Unfortunately a
couple of days of work got in the
way, but I was soon planning my
next early morning stint. The
weather was once again damp to
say the least with strong winds and
squally showers, but armed with
waterproofs and plenty of stubbornness I arrived early the very next
morning. Pushing the barrow down
the path in the early hours I had a
good idea of the area I fancied, but
still I spent 20 minutes or so scanning the water like a hawk. My
hunch paid off as in this short time
I’d had three or four sightings of fish,
and that was good enough for me. I
quickly got the rods out and dived
under the brolly trying my best not
to get any wetter than I already was.
The saying ‘wet as an otter’s pocket’
sprung to mind as the rain drops
dripped from my now cold and
runny nose.
After firing out both my rigs I
made myself comfy and poured a
cup of coffee from my flask. Despite
my best attempts the morning
passed by without any action, and
before long I was heading back to
the car with another blank firmly
tucked under my belt. The next few
days were spent back at work but a
couple of friends made use of their
time and banked a number of fish in
a couple of nights fishing. The best
of these was a lovely common that
fell to the rods of Penky who landed
himself a nice 24lb common, and
then Adam and Matt got in on the
act with a few on their next trip.
With the fish now getting caught it
was time I pulled out all the stops
and continued banking a few of the
park lake residents. With time and
space now running short I’ll have to
leave you for this month, but with
the cooling autumn weather on its
way there should be one or two
bumper hits as the fish get down to
some serious munching, so let’s
hope I can report on a few more captures next time. See you then. n

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