FREE LINE 03 - Page 118

Wellington Boots and Waders
to put my boots on, so I decided that
when it happened next I would just
sit up and wait for the line to pull from
the clip. Only then, once the spool
was spinning, would I put the boots
on. Great plans never seem to work
out do they? And the next time the
bobbin rose the 10ins or so to the rod
butt I was off the bedchair and trying
to get the boots on - oh well. I suppose if I was fishing a water where
the fish were smaller then maybe my
plan might have worked, but when
y o u f i s h a w a t e r l i k e We l l y t h e
chances are it will be a lump, and
possibly over 40lbs, so anything more
than a couple of beeps always has
you heading for the rods.
By the time daylight came I was
absolutely knackered, and I had been
up so many times during the night it
was as if I had been fishing at Horseshoe. I made my first coffee of the day,
and gave Ken a call to find out what
had happened. He had managed a
couple during the night; a double figure common and a mirror that he had
in the sack, which he needed me to
take some pics of. When I arrived in
Ken’s swim I still didn’t know what he
had in the sack, and was eagerly
waiting for him to take it out of the
water. When he told me that it was a
mid-20 I must be honest and say I
thought what was he doing wanting
a pic of a 20lb mirror when he had
already caught so many fish over 30
and 40 already that season. He then
told me that it wasn’t one of the normal Welly fish, and that it had quite a
few scales. It turned out that it was
one of the Sutton cross stockies that
went in a few years ago, and as far as
we were aware it was the first time it
had been caught. On seeing the fish I
then realised why Ken wanted some
pics, and in his shoes I would have
done exactly the same thing. In fact if
I am lucky enough to catch that fish
in seasons to come I will get some
pics as well, and hopefully it will be
well over 30lbs. I know for one thing
that it will become a target fish for
many an angler in seasons to come,
just like that pretty little thing I had in
last month’s piece.
Split tail again, some people think I have her tied on a lead.
During the summer sessions I
would fish until mid-morning, reel in
to rest the swim, and then spend the
next few hours baiting up and socialising with some of the other members, or nipping up to Tesco to get
fresh food for the night. I would try to
get the rods out by late afternoon, so
by the time nightfall came my swim
had been quiet for several hours. I had
already noticed that most of the other
anglers were making their last casts
just before dark just as the fish might
be looking forward to a bit of a feed.
This was happening in most areas
around the lake, which meant that my
swim would often be the most peaceful around. I had proved this on several occasions by catching quite a
few fish before it was dark whilst
some of the others were still thrashing it to a foam. However during the
winter I was unable to fish in this
manner because of the length of the
daylight hours. I would fish till about
11am when I would reel in and go to
the shops, and then have a quick walk
around the lake on my return with a


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