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Israel or Sutton
By Paul Terry
t has been another tough
month on the fishing front.
My trips to the Thames were
thwarted by the very
i n c l e m e n t w e a t h e r, a n d
although I have felt close, the
b e t t e r f i s h h a v e e l u d e d m e.
Overnighters have seen me through,
and I have put some nice fish on the
bank, but it is so frustrating though. I
am one of those anglers who if I can
get the time and bank space to get
something going, I am confident in
my ability to catch anything that
swims. Turning up blind and trying to
get lucky really does my head in, but
with the alternative being stopping at
home and watching a Korda DVD, I
really have no choice but to get out
there and try to get amongst them.
You know, as desperate as I might
be to get on the big fish trail, I can
relate to those individuals who never
have the time or inclination to try to
catch the type of fish we may see as
our preferred quarry. I met up with
James Turner on the bank of his Surrey syndicate last week as I passed by
on the way to a meeting. He was, and
probably still is, full-time, and having
just had a lovely 30 from his target
water, he feels ‘really close’ to one of
the two mid-40’s swimming around
in front of him. His enthusiasm is
infectious, and a lump is just around
the corner. It was my first walk round
the venue, which is very much my
cup of tea. After several brews and all
the local info a full-timer could
muster, I left there buzzing, and com-
More from the river. May the next one be a 30.
ing up with a plan of attack in my
head. Some chance of me finding the
time in the near future, but for the
huge majority of anglers the prospect
of fishing somewhere so daunting in
terms of stock numbers is just not
even a consideration. Modern day
carp fishing is, and should be, all
things to all people, but the reality is
that to the vast majority of carp
anglers, it is all about catching the
largest fish for the minimum effort
I know of a stunning old common
that lived its life in a wild old mere
(no, not that one) with a few mates
and loads of grub for it to graze on.
Occasionally, and I mean occasionally, it would get caught, pulling the
scales round to over 40lb. It lived a


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