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Five Forties
couldn’t believe it! I’d had a bite
within an hour of arriving. After a spirited fight my first fish of my new challenge lay in the bottom of the net. It
was an upper double common around
the 17lb mark. The fish had a strange
scale pattern and it was one of the
most cracking commons I have ever
caught. I left the common in the net,
as I knew a local lad would be down
in the next few minutes. I unhooked
the fish and got the rig back on the
spot along with a new stick of
crushed boilie.
I had just set the bobbin on the
right rod when the left rod pulled up
tight. I picked up the rod and was met
with a reasonable resistance. I was
forced to give a couple yards of line,
but then after a large swirl on the oily
surface, I had it stopped and a reasonable fish was soon under the tip. The
fish rose in the water, the leadcore
cutting through the surface, and
through the cold, clear water a dark,
scaly perfect looking linear fought for
its freedom. I still had the common in
the net, so all I could do was net the
mirror in the same net. I managed to
slip the mirror in the net just as Adam
(Rat Boy) turned up. He gave me a
hand to weigh and photograph the
(Top) The swim where I had the 47lb
(Below) A pretty 24lb’er the day
before the big’un from the club water.
linear, and it looked beautiful and in
pristine condition. It only weighed
just over 20lb, but when they look like
that, size doesn’t matter.
I had only been at the lake for an
hour and a half, and had two on the
bank already. I was starting to really
look forward to spending the winter
on here. As Rat Boy sat with me having a cup of tea to celebrate my first
two fish, another local lad who has
become a very good friend called
Cash turned up for a walk round. I
knew a lot of people he knew, so we
connected instantly and a friendship
was born. As we stood there chatting
away, the right rod again pulled up
tight then the bobbin dropped back to
the floor. A minute or so later the bobbin pulled up tight again and I was
connected to another carp. Unfortunately the hook pulled, but it felt a
good fish, so obviously I was gutted.
The rest of the evening was very
quiet, and as the sun started to leave
us for the day, the lads also left. The
night was very cold, and I was asleep
by 8.30.
I was awoken by a short series of
bleeps just before first light. I could
see the bobbin still on the deck so figured it was probably the pike I had
seen in the margin the day before. I
stuck the kettle on and watched one
of nature’s finest sunrises. A fish
topped over the right rod around 9am
and an hour later the rod was away
again. The fish turned out to be a
cracking long, dark 26lb mirror. A
quick phone call and a mate came


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