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Elstow 2009 Season
hings went really
slowly after that, and
no further action was
to come my way during the rest of the day.
I redid the rods in the
early evening, put another bucket of
the spod mix out, and hoped that I
might get some action during the
night. Nothing showed during the
early part of the night, so I got my
head down at about 1am. The middle
and right hand rods had signalled one
bleep from the alarms during the
hours of darkness after I had got my
head down, but I put that down to the
rudd that had been in my margins
earlier on. As my eyes opened at first
light I peered over the lake and
noticed a couple of carp show way to
the right of where I was fishing. I was
lying there thinking to myself, what
the hell are you doing over there, as
there is a nice big bed of bait in front
of me? I actually said, “Oi you stupid
buggers, come back this way – there
ain’t no food up that way!”
They did come back; well, one did a
couple of hours later, and the left hand
rod hanger went up to the top and
pulled out of the clip before the tip on
that rod started to pull down and
round. That was about as far as the
carp got before I noticed a small eruption on the surface of the lake just to
the left of where the rod had been
positioned. After picking up the rod it
soon became evident that what I was
attached to wasn’t going to be big, as
it stayed on the surface all the way in.
It did go a little potty in the margins,
but before too long a rather pleasant
looking little mirror was engulfed
within the folds of the net. You have
got to weigh them just to keep a track
of how they are getting on, and this
one made the needle on the scales
spin round to 19lbs. As I released him
back into the lake I murmured to
myself, “You are a little cracker, fella.
Just get out there and feed and get as
big as some of your brethren.”
After attaching another hookbait
and lead I got the rig back out to the
spot. I had a visit from a fellow syndicate member a little later on, and after
a little chat he said that if I should get
any more just to give him a ring and
he would come down and do the pictures. I wound the rods in a couple of
hours before dark and got some fresh
hookbaits on the rigs before casting
them all back out to the spot, and
once again almost a full bucket of the
spod mix was spodded out to the
area. I left enough in the bucket for
perhaps 15 spods just in case I had
any action during the night, as it
would allow me to top the swim up
should it be necessary. Things were
pretty quiet on the fish spotting front
that evening, so I got some dinner on
the go and washed that down with a
couple of cups of coffee. It wasn’t that
late, maybe half ten, when I decided
to get my head down for the night, as
it felt as if it had been a long day.
I must have gone out like a light, as
the next thing I heard was this
almighty screaming sound emitting
from the sounder box. After scrambling out of the bedchair, I stumbled
my way over to the rods and picked
the right hand one up, which was
almost pulled from my grasp. Christ,
this fish was off on a proper fullblooded run, and even with a tight
clutch it was still managing to take
line from the spool. At this point I
actually managed to shake the cobwebs from my head and tried to gain
some control over the situation. I put
my hand onto the spool and watched
as the rod really hooped over. I had to
turn it, as there was a small bush to
my right on one of the mounds, and if
the carp found that then it would be
game over. Things went my way, and
the carp turned and started to go in
the opposite direction. I tried to keep
the rod and line high, as I didn’t want
39lb 8oz – my mate had to go back to his swim for the battery to the camera as mine had died.


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