FREE LINE 03 - Page 116

Wellington Boots and Waders
spooked them.
I was using the same rigs as I had
been using all season with the only
difference being that I had dropped
the hook bait size down from 20mm
to 18mm, and I was wrapping them
with a tiger nut paste. The paste gave
off loads of extra attraction as it dissolved, but it also meant that I could
watch the rig in flight to make sure
that it hadn’t tangled. I was burying
my rod tips almost to the butt eyes; I
was using relatively light bobbins
compared to what I normally used,
and would continue to pull line of the
reels long after I had cast out to
ensure that the lines were slack and
not cutting through the swim. The
area that I was fishing towards was a
large silt bed totally surrounded by
weedbeds. I have said before that I
reckon it was the size of a tennis
court, and what with the weed surrounding it, it must have almost been
like a squash court but under water.
There was this large clearing, which
was rectangular in shape, and coming
up from each side was a huge wall of
weed totally encapsulating the area,
looking down onto it would be like a
viewing gallery at a sports centre
looking down into a squash court.
36lb 20z.
I had noticed that when I fished the
area from other swims there was no
real hotspot, and no single rod would
receive more action than the others.
With this in mind I picked three different landmarks on the horizon and
fished a rod at each mark, but when I
walked the lines out I fished each rod
a rod length further out than the one
next to it. This enabled me to fish
across the complete width of the
clearing in a diagonal line. Both
myself and the other angler who had
been fishing the same area in recent
weeks had been getting loads of liners both during the day and the night.
By liners I don’t mean single beeps
from the buzzer, but as we were fishing slack lines they were savage
enough to pull the bobbins up tight to
the rod and hold there, and on more
than one occasion they would pull the
line from the clip. It really was quite
nerve wracking at times, as your bobbins would be dancing all over the
place and you never knew when they
would rip off.
Because the fish were not too keen
on giving themselves away by visually showing all of the time I was
never quite sure exactly where I was
getting the liners from. Even though I
was fishing with my tips buried, and
also using mega slack lines my line
towards the baited area was rising up
and then dropping down over the
w e e d b e d, s o I n e v e r f o u n d o u t
whether the fish picking the lines up
were in front or behind the weed bed.
Another reason for sinking the tips
down was to try to combat the sheer
amount of swans that we had on the
water. At times there were up to 60plus swans on the water, and with
one dominant pair they were always
getting chased around the lake 24
hours a day. The swans would come
charging through the swim ten or 20
at a time, being chased by the big
Cob, and any line which was out of
the water or just under the surface
would get picked up and dragged
over the other lines completely wiping you out - the joys of Park fishing!
I c a n re me mbe r tw o s e pa ra te
nights last season when the swans
were particularly bad. The first night I
was fishing down in the Wides, and
Jerry Hammond and Rick Golder
were fishing down on Lawrie’s. In the
early hours I heard lots of noise from
their end of the lake, and talking to
them the following morning it transpired that I believe five of their six


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