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Five Forties
was still taking line. I knew I was in
trouble, as line was still leaving the
spool; I guessed somewhere in the
region of 100 yards or maybe more
was missing.
I could hear the branches on the
island breaking, and then the fish
stopped. I felt something give and bitby-bit I started gaining line. Something wasn’t right though, and I found
a branch attached to my size 6 ESP
Big T. The rod then got flung into the
bush, following an outburst of words I
cannot put to print. I sat on my
unhooking mat with my head in my
hands, trembling at what had just
happened. I had just been towed for
what was over 100 yards, and I’d had
no chance whatsoever from the
moment I picked up my rod. After a
tea to settle my nerves, I replaced the
rod and tried to get my head down for
the night. Sleep was hard to get, as
around an hour later the same rod
ripped off again. This time when I
applied pressure the fish stopped and
was soon in the net. It felt like a dace
in comparison to what I had just lost
an hour previously, but the pretty mirror weighed 21lb 12oz, and I was still
over the moon with my second big pit
carp.
After what had just happened,
obviously I was gutted but at the
same time happy, as I now knew I
should give the Lagoon a little more
attention. I did probably another ten
nights that year with just a few bream
and tench to show for my efforts. As
winter was now upon us, the girls and
alcohol took their hold again, and it
wasn’t until the following spring on
an unseasonably hot March day that I
was walking the southeast bank, as I
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did many mornings. I could see a van
parked in a swim we call Point One. I
hadn’t seen anyone else carp fishing
the Lagoon, so I thought I would have
a quick chat with the new member. It
turned out to be a chap called Dye, a
bloke who has now become a best
friend of mine. We chatted away for
hours and a friendship was made. We
both decided to team up and concentrate on one area of the Lagoon. Point
One was our choice so for the remainder of the year we fished and baited
Point One. The fishing was at times
ridiculous – that first year we went on
to have around 70 takes between us,
with me having around 40 takes and
putting 29 carp on the bank up to just
under 30lb. I lost a couple of large fish
due to the dense weedbeds we were
fishing near. I couldn’t help think that
surely a big girl was to turn up very
(Above) - The evening before the 41lb
8oz.
(Bottom) Early morning on Theale
Lagoon.
soon.
The following week was the
August bank holiday. After the capture of the Theale Lagoon fish, I had a
massive spring in my step, and I was
still buzzing a week later. I fished a
memorial match in memory of the late
Paul Snooks. The match took place on
Pingewood Lagoon for several years.
Pingewood Lagoon is, I would say,
around 12-15 acres in size. The lake
has always been known as a bit of a
challenge, and nothing had been
caught during the memorial match in
the past four years. With some very
experienced anglers in attendance,
that goes to show how harsh the lake
can be. The match takes place from
the Friday through to the Monday
lunchtime. The lake contains some
proper English history fish. I have
always said to my friends that one
day I would have a go at cracking
Pingewood and catching a dream fish
by the name of the Brute.
The Brute is far from the prettiest
fish in the land, but what it lacks in
looks it makes up in character with its
downturned mouth, its perfectly
placed scales on its flank and its usually dark, almost black colour. I’d
always felt that in trying to catch a
fish such as the Brute I was always
going to be a bit out of my depth, but
a couple of years ago so was catching
a carp from the inland sea that is

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