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Pads Lake Plundered
An aerial view from the Main Pads swim’s climbing tree towards Pole Position.
The two swans are in front of Pole Position.
they were now, for which The Point
looked good, as I had seen a couple of
bubblers, or setting up in an area to
take advantage of the low pressure
and south westerlies that were forecast to blow down the other end
around Waiting Man’s or Pole Position
swims. First off Mike picked The
Point. Well, that was that one gone
then. Second, Paul opted for the End
Pads. Come on, fingers crossed. Third
choice, Ady picked Waiting Man’s –
bugger. We had a bit of a rule that you
had to leave the pegs either side of
someone clear, which meant with
Ady going in Waiting Man’s, he had
taken out the whole area I fancied.
What to do? Well there was only one
choice; I sheepishly enquired as to
whether Ady would mind if I went in
one side of him. Totally selflessly he
said he wouldn’t mind, and I could if I
wanted, so cheers mate, I owe you
one! Pole position it was then.
By now it was about midday, and
we all carted our gear to the swims
and set about tackling up. Pretty soon
the bivvy was up and everything
sorted except for the rods. Time to get
the marker out. Pole Position is down
in one corner where the lake narrows
right up. From here you cannot go
much to the right due to the swim
next door, but you’re okay out in front.
To your left is an extensive reed bed,
which is part of the out-of-bounds
area. Most of the water up against the
reeds is really shallow. Out in front of
the swim for some distance all I could
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find was dead and dying black Canadian pondweed. There were no really
clear areas at all, and I didn’t fancy
that one bit. As previously stated, I
couldn’t fish to my right, as that was
Ady’s water, so I cast my marker out
slightly left toward the front of the
Main Pads swim. Right over towards
the far bank it was really shallow,
mostly less than 2ft in depth. As I
drew the marker back the depth
I tightened the
clutch up and
bent into the fish.
Yes, fish on, and
on the first night!
increased, and I came across a fairly
large area of gravel. On the nearside
of the gravel was an area of silt covered with silkweed. This lasted for
about 10-15ft after which I pulled
back into the dead Canadian again.
This area was mapped out after quite
a lot of casting about with the carp
scarer; something I try to avoid, but in
this case I wanted to spend the time
finding a good spot and prepare it
well, hopefully reaping the rewards
when the weather got up and blew
the carp down my end. This spot, in
my mind’s eye, was looking extremely
good. I could see the wind pushing
them down my end where they would
be funnelled into this channel of
deeper water, which was created by
the shallow water on one side and the
bank of dead weed on the other. I didn’t want to fish over the gravel, as I
felt it was too large and too obvious,
but the silt covered with silkweed
was the one, I felt, with a nice depth of
5ft or so. I can remember previous
experience of carp loving silkweed at
this time of the year. The more I
thought about it, the happier I was
with my swim.
Following thrashing the swim up a
bit it was time to lay a decent bed of
bait down and wait for the weather to
bring the carp in. Bait for the trip was
the same for us all, and supplied by
Callum at Newfield’s Bait Supplies.
We have all been using his gear for a
few years now, and it is really topdrawer stuff. I mixed up a batch of
Newfield’s NBS5 boilies in 16mm and
22mm, chopped quite a few up, added
a large tin of Green Giant, a load of
hemp, a load of mixed pellet, and then
added a bit of hemp water and a spod
mix I had, which made about 5kg in
total. That was soon dispatched to the
spot, and I was rigging my rods up. By
4pm I had two baited rods on the
spot, one on a pop-up, and one on a
wafter bottom bait. I was knackered,
so I sacked the third rod off and
decided to leave it in the rests until
the following morning. I didn’t think I
stood much chance on the first night
following all the disturbance, but you
never know. Ady and I had a nice
sociable meal in his peg; pasta and
chicken with mascarpone and tomato
sauce I think it was, and very nice it
was too. Ady had done pretty similar
to me in the next peg, finding a nice
spot and putting a fair amount of bait
onto it.
After a long day we all retired to
bed pretty early. Sometime later I was
awoken to a warbling Delkim. I pulled
on my slip-on gardening croc things
and shot out to my rods where I could
see the slowly revolving spool of my
left hand rod. I tightened the clutch
up and bent into the fish. Yes, fish on,
and on the first night! I called out to
Ady, but there was no reply. No worries, the fish wasn’t doing a lot; just
plodding about and using its weight,
so before long I had it netted. With the
net secured, I went and woke Ady up
and told him I had one. He mumbled
something and said, “Yeah okay,” at
the end of it, and I returned to my peg

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