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Springing into
By George Loughlin
ell folks, with
the sultry
weather of
the spring
equinox now
behind us and
anticipation for a warm and bountiful
summer solstice ahead, I would just
like to bring you up to date with my
fishing after doing a couple of months
on a Hampshire syndicate. Firstly
though, I would just like to congratulate my friend Dave Botting’s young
daughter, Sophie, on her sterling capture of her first carp whilst attending
a Sparsholt Countryside Day where
her brother, Luke, is currently enrolled
on a course. She was under the tuition
of one of the EA staff and caught the
scaly 5lb mirror on short pole with a
pellet hookbait, much to the delight of
(Top) Sophie joins the ranks of a carp
angler with the aid of an E.A. staff
(Below) 17lb 10oz zig rig caught
the growing crowd, so well done
Sophie, on joining the ranks of the
carping fraternity.
So back to my springtime carping
capers, and this year I had planned to
fish CEMEX Angling's Kingsmead
One venue because friends of mine
had done very well on there the previous year, so I was all fired up for some
fast and furious action on this 30-acre
lake. However, a spanner was thrown
in the works when the opportunity
arose to obtain a spring permit for a
prolific Hampshire syndicate that
contains a good head of big fish to go
for. After much deliberation, I eventually handed my hard earned cash over
for the spring syndicate permit, and
my first trip was planned for midMarch. That final night at work, printing The Financial Times, seemed to
drag on infinitely, and after the press
was washed and de-plated after the
run, I was behind the wheel of the
trusty carp-mobile heading along the
Thames on a chilly but clear morning.
The quiet London roads made me
relax on my journey rather than promote the extreme rage that usually
taints my journey to work because of
the antics of some of our eastern bloc
number plated road users that are
ever on the increase in our green and
pleasant land. I meandered along the
Embankment, savouring the rich heritage of the buildings in my sights,
and marveling at the majesty of Big
Ben as it signaled 4am. Once through


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