FREE LINE 03 - Page 152

In Search of Monster Carp
almost like things work out and
they’re meant to be, as then I went
down there and the place was quiet.
The Railway got busy in the springtime; it got hammered, but I went on
there as I wanted to have a go at
some of these fish – they’re lovely,
proper old English warriors. I went on
there first trip down, and it was the
normal thing with tench, but I
thought that wasn’t such a bad thing,
and the spots are alright, because
they’re quite finicky feeders. I went
back down again, and I fished a swim
called the Bramble. To cut a long story
short, I did four nights down there in
total, and I caught tench every trip, so
I was happy with my spots and I
knew my rigs were alright. It was getting really busy by this time in the
spring, and I was just looking over at
Larky and the place was empty. I
needed to be fishing that year on my
own, because I had always fished
with people. You went fishing at Sutton on your own, but you were mob
handed because the swims were so
close – you know Rob, you’ve fished
it. So I wanted to get away from all
those other people’s lines; I wanted to
do my own thing and try something
different. So that was my idea, I
looked across there and it was like
that was my answer; I thought I’ve
got to go to Larky.
I started have a good look round,
and I started fishing it, and that place
is plagued with tench like nothing
I’ve ever seen, worse than the Car
Park. They were putting them in there
from the Railway. I got a phone call
from my old mate again, John Miller,
who was on the Railway, and he said
to get my arse up there, as they were
up in front of the Peanut, which is the
Larky too. It’s a right effort to move
round there, because I was fishing on
the other side in the Bottlenecks, so I
had to pack all my gear up, drive all
the way out, get on the dual carriageway, and all the way back up. I
thought knowing my luck I’m gonna
get up there, cast out and they’re
gonna bugger off again because
that’s what they do – a hard lesson I
learned there as well; you cast at
them and they’re gone. Anyway,
there were a few fish knocking about,
and I don’t know if you know that
Peanut area, but it’s very, very shallow
and weedy, and then you go out to a
bar, and then it just drops off nicely.
I’m laughing now, but Wadey didn’t
f i n d i t a m u s i n g. I b o r r o w e d h i s
chesties, even though Wadey’s about
6ft 2ins and I’m 5ft 7ins, and I waded
out. I got the old rig out there, and
dropped it right behind the bar; it was
amazing. You got out on that bar, you
stood there, and there are these great
big plates just shining back at you
where they’ve been having it. But you
had to be careful which plate you


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