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The Magic of Redmire
night, and two; I would be changing
the maggot rod back to boilies the following day.
First thing on the Wednesday
morning, Galvin caught a 13lb common on the Evening Pitch rod, again
on boilies, and decided that it was
time to move that rod to free up some
water (thanks Galv), so with that I
decided to move my gear round to the
Evening pitch. I would still fish to the
same spots, but it meant that I could
get at them from a better angle, plus it
meant I could spend the last night of
my trip sleeping in the car. All of my
gear was packed away except for the
rods when the left hand rod, the one
on the maggots, was away. My suspicions about the maggots were further
confirmed when a 4lb common was
bundled unceremoniously into the
net.
Don’t get me wrong; I know that
maggots aren’t just a small fish bait,
but at this time of year, and when a
water contains a lot of small carp, I
think boilies are a better option for the
bigger fish, and that night all rods
would be back on the SSSR. While I
was setting up camp in my new
swim, Galvin managed another small
one, and Carl caught a further two
single figure fish (on maggots), so one
thing was certain – maggots definitely seemed to be the way to get
bites.
Galvin with a 19lb linear.
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That evening was to be a good one.
Galvin had taken his TV with him and
by 7:55pm we were all huddled
around the small screen, eagerly
anticipating the England versus Croatia game. The wine flowed freely, but
by half time England were 2-0 down,
and I was in danger of having my last
night at Redmire spoilt by a bunch of
overpaid and under-motivated footballers. Fortunately help was at hand,
and my left hand rod burst into life as
line was ripped from the spool. The
fight was much better than any I had
experienced so far, and so I knew that
I was attached to a better fish. It ran
me through my other lines, but with
Carl’s help a disaster was avoided,
and Galvin managed to scoop up a
decent looking common. Fuelled by
alcohol and adrenaline, everyone’s
moods had lifted considerably, and
even more so when I went to get my
scales and saw that the score was
now 2-1! Could my beloved England
team cap off a truly memorable
evening? The fish was a glorious
example of a Redmire common, and
weighed 22lb 10oz. A Redmire 20 in
November – could it get any better?
Well, for a while I thought it could, as
once the photos were taken, and the
fish had been returned, we saw that
the score was now 2-2 – COME ON
ENGLAND!!!
Basking in the euphoria of my first
Redmire 20lb’er is perhaps the reason
that I wasn’t as disappointed as I
should have been when Croatia
scored what turned out to be the winner a few minutes from time. Obviously, it was less than ideal for an avid
football fan, but Redmire had softened
the blow for me, and made it seem
bearable. By the time I came to leave
the following morning, Galvin had
caught a 13lb mirror on the boilie rod,
and a single figure fish on the maggots. I was sure that he and Carl
would receive more action on their
final night, and I’m pretty sure that I
could have caught too had I stayed,
but it was a long session for me, and I
was missing my wife and daughter.
Besides, I’d had a taste of what it felt
like to fish Redmire, and I was more
than pleased with the outcome.
T h e f o l l o w i n g d a y a t h o m e, I
received a text from Galvin saying
that he had caught four more small
fish during the night on maggots, and
a 13lb and a 19lb linear on boilies. Out
of the fish we caught, the six biggest
were all caught on boilies! In my
mind there is no doubt that Redmire
Pool is not a big carp fishery by
today’s standards, but the history
alone makes it special. When you
arrive at the lake, I defy you to hold
back that ludicrous grin that forces
itself across your face. That grin doesn’t appear because you are about to
fish for monsters; it appears because
people fished there for monsters over
50 years ago, sitting on their wicker
boxes behind cane rods. It appears
because England’s first 30, 40 and
50lb carp were all caught right there.
It appears because you know that
without Redmire and its merry band
of pioneers, you might not be a carp
fisherman at all!
Redmire seems to be set in its own
time with its own very unique atmosphere, and, for some reason, the fish
that you hear jump out in the middle
of the night still sound like 50lb’ers!
Ghosts maybe? Whatever the reason,
I know one thing – I can’t wait to get
back and be part of it again. So yes it
is probably true that Redmire is no
longer a big carp fishery by today’s
standards, but nobody can deny that
it is the birthplace, and, for me, still the
home of carp fishing.
Now that I have been I can honestly say that the magic of Redmire
definitely lives on!
Tight lines. n

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