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Made In England
to say about that, however, and the
cracking scaly linear of 39lb caught
by Dan Hawkes is the perfect reason
why they should think that, and it’s
not the only one in the lake that looks
that good.
There have been some more wonderful mirrors caught from around the
place as well and Scott ‘Geezer’ Grant
shows that he’s not just a pretty face
(!) when he bagged this beautiful 34lb
scaly mirror. Just up the road, Dan
Bruton must have been similarly
pleased when he slipped the net
under the lovely 36lb mirror that
made his trip to a very large gravel pit
worthwhile, especially as the fish is
very rarely caught. But big, wonderful
East of England carp don’t come any
more desirable than Black Jack from
the Fjords at St. Ives. Another big lake
with very few carp present, the Fjords
rarely gives up its prizes, but this is
one of the most worthy and Ian
Couchman looks suitably elated with
the incredible 34lb warrior. But out
west, there are prizes just as worthy,
and after a run of more than a year
without a fish from Stoneacres, Ian
Jarrold hit the jackpot – three times!
His capture of Choco at 48lb broke his
lengthy duck, and would have been
good enough to see him through
another fishless year, but the cork had
been popped and the next couple of
sessions saw him bag another three
carp, amongst them two cracking
thirties of 30lb and 38lb. All three
would be enough for a whole lifetime,
not just a month. Brilliant stuff, Ian.
Just as brilliant, and in a very similar
vicinity, John Kneebone got his
reward for suffering a van breakdown
on the way to the lake, and also tending to a badly injured upper twenty he
caught that had obviously been tethered recently. The reward – a 42lb
mirror with glorious linear scaling.
Good guys do win then, John, so I
think you certainly deserve a little pat
on the back and a fitting Sprit Level
Award for your perseverance and
good angling.
The best ‘til last? Maybe. I’d heard
about the Wasing Estate a few years
ago from a well known angler who, I
hope, has now got a ticket for it. It
was a couple of years ago and he said
that it had a stunning fifty in there,
but I had no idea what he was talking
about until I saw Dave Curtis with
this 58lb warrior. Look at the length of
it! Then look at the size of Dave’s
head in relation to the fish. What an
incredible fish. Unfortunately, it’s not
called the Parrot for nothing, so you’ll
see very few head on shots of it. Still
an incredible fish, though, and nice to
see that these big old fish can still
outdo the younger, more ‘contrived’
fish – but carp fishing is such a broad
church, don’t you think?
So, that’s your lot for this month. As
usual, I’m sure I’ve forgotten something but, hey ho, it’ll just have to
wait. I was looking forward to getting
over to Joe’s for a couple of overnighters in the next few weeks, but
once again Fate has played a strange
hand. Broad Oak was drained a couple of months ago in order to remove
many of the bream and a few of the
carp. As it’s spring fed, this didn’t
seem like too much of a problem, but
the ridiculously dry spring means that
the spring hasn’t been able to fill the
lake back up quickly enough. With a
few days to go to the start of the season the lake is still a couple of feet
down, so Joe has had to postpone the
start for a week or so. Now, I was
going to go over there on Friday for
the night, but now I’ve managed to
blag another night so I’m off down to
Ashmead instead. I wonder if that will
be serendipitous? I do hope so. n
Stan Musselwhite –Closer to the Heart
B
loody hell, where do I
s t a r t ? Yo u m a y
remember that I was
preparing to go to the
O2 to see Roger
Waters perform The
Wall. Well, man alive, what a show! It
wasn’t a rock concert; it was a visual
extravaganza, and no amount of
adjectives and flowery prose could
come anywhere close to describing it.
That won’t stop me trying, obviously,
but I know it will fall woefully short.
The start was great. Two uniformed
guards dragged a ‘prisoner’ on stage,
with search lights spinning and flashing, whilst over the speakers a voice
was declaring that everybody present
would be killed unless… the one
called Spartacus showed himself!
Then the famous ‘I’m Spartacus!’
shout went up over and over again
until it was echoing around the stadium, and being joined by many in
the audience. Genius! The music was,
obviously, sublime, and we knew
every note, but as the wall was being
built in front of our eyes, it was being
used as a screen for the most amazing
and thought provoking images you
can imagine. From a whole list of
fallen from two World Wars, to a tube
train running from left to right across
the stage.
The beginning of the second half
saw the wall fully constructed and the
first song performed by the band from
behind the wall. At one point another
wall was projected onto the wall, and
then the bricks began to fall away,
which was quite astonishing; almost
3D in effect and mindblowing to
kjenkins.home@blueyonder.co.uk
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