It had been a quiet start to 2013 for me after nothing
materialising from a cold and snowy forty eight hour session at Welham Lake, along
with a whole host of exams through the back end of January and the start of
February, it all added up and meant that I was yet to break my 2013 duck. I was
growing ever frustrated of two things, one being the lack of time on the bank
and the other being the simple fact I was yet to see a carp on the mat this
year, this was really starting to concern me. So as you can imagine when my Dad
turned round to me on a fresh Saturday morning asking if I wanted to go on an
overnighter that night, I met his question with an enthusiastic grin and
signified to him that I was well and truly up for it. As it was already 10 in the morning and we had only just got the go ahead from mother
hen it was all action stations. After a few phone calls to a few mates on the banks and lakes in the area it was clear most of the banks were really busy, despite the shocking
forecast.
On the back of all that information we
formulated a plan as we quickly got to work grabbing all the gear and loading
it into the car. The plan, ride down to Raker Lakes on the outskirts of
York and if the lake was ‘chocka’ we would move onto another lake that was
relatively close and hopefully less busy. Raker holds such excellent winter form as long as
there isn't a lid on the lake and it can make the chances of obtaining a
good peg on the venue to be next to nothing!
With the gear packed and a quick smash and grab visit to the
local Morrisons we departed on our hour long journey to York. Even though heavy snow
showers were forecast for the Sunday and minus temperatures for the night we
left in very high spirits. After avoiding the worst of the York lunch time traffic we
arrived at the gates in reasonably good time. After driving through
the gate we arrived in the car park of the venues specimen water, Kingfisher
Lake. We had to pinch ourselves several times when we got to the car park as there were only three other cars meaning, hopefully a quiet water. Puzzled but elated we hurled
ourselves out of the car and grabbed a small bucket just in case we needed to
reserve a swim in double quick time.
We set off on a quick lap around the lake and after seeing next
to no signs of activity on our travels we had to rely on the little 'background' knowledge we had gathered beforehand. Several of the pegs on the east bank from the car park are often
the place to be and this bank houses the lake’s indisputable hot winter peg, 12.
This is an excellent peg on Kingfisher and has been known to produce some near
impossible results in all of the coldest of conditions, so it was of no surprise that one
of the other anglers had taken the initiative to occupy the swim. In fact all
three anglers were fishing next to each other and after a brief chat between ourselves we decided to jump in to peg 15 which was situated just to the right of the car park. We knew this peg was one of the venues other ‘hot’ pegs and I had
seen it pop up on a lot of the catch reports featured on the fishery’s website.
I also knew a couple of mates who had experienced good hits from this peg, so I
was confident between me and my dad we would be able to waggle a bite or two.
The peg was fairly spacious with enough room to house four rods
comfortably keeping the bivvies at the back of the swim. The main feature of this swim was a long island which ran across the entire length of the swim with both ends of the
island accessible from the swim. There was also an aerator just up the right
margin. With time wearing on and darkness a few hours away we hastily unloaded
the gear into the swim and began to blow the dust off the rods and reels! I didn't want the Carp Police didn't come round and laugh at my dusty blanks! I had decided to take my beloved 2.5lb Daiwa
Powermeshes. The rods are very dear to my heart and after resting in the garage
for a few months it would have been rude for me not to have taken them out for
a spin.
I went for very similar tactics on both rods. In fact the
only difference between the rods was my choice of hookbaits. The rig was an 11 inch
combi-rig, consisting of a 10 inch fluorocarbon boom and a 1 inch supple braid
section leading to the hook arrangement. The hook that I was putting
my faith in was a PB products size 8 anti-eject hook. A super sharp and strong hook. I then kissed the hook
with a tiny piece of silicon tubing on the shank and another tiny piece of
shrink tube just to cover the hook’s eye to help it flip in the event of a pick up. I used a 'shocka' style lead
arrangement. One meter Pb Silkray leader with a 4mm
rubber bead sitting behind a 2 ounce in-line lead. I was housing a slightly modified helicopter sleeve in the base of the lead to allow the lead to lightly grip the sleeve, creating
just enough tension to set the hook before turning into a full blown running
rig making it harder for the carp to get rid of the rig. I was using this arrangement as I believed that it would
give me the best indication and hopefully turn more pick-ups into full blooded runs. Which
I find vital when you’re fishing for fish as pressured as Raker’s and even more so in winter!
With the rods and rigs assembled I promptly set about
whipping on my chosen hookbaits. On my destined right rod I went for a DNA Baits Pink Peril 10mm pop up and then proceeded to whittle it down until
it just sunk under the weight of the hook and released plenty of attractors into
the murky water. On my left rod I chose to put on a chopped down DNA
Wraysberry wafter for the same reasons. With baited rigs done I decided to tie up a couple of small mesh bags containing crushed DNA NuttaS, about the size of a 50p coin, just to ensure the long rig kept tangle free in flight.
It also gave the rig a bit more attraction and a tasty mouthful for any willing
carp that chose to investigate the rig.
It was time to get the rods out at last. So without any further ado I
nicked on a little bag of NuttaS goodness and sent the right hand rod out
to the corner of the island and after feeling a solid ‘donk’ I set about sinking
the line. Once I was satisfied I slid on a backlead to make sure my
line was really nailed to the deck and out of the way. I fished with slack lines despite
the backleads and had a reasonable drop on the indicators. Normally I'm not too
keen on using slack lines but in this case the fish are so pressured that I
decided it was a necessity to get my lines pinned down.
I decided to cast my
other rod directly in front of me in line with the tallest tree on the island, leaving
me an easy marker if I was to recast in the middle of the night. I left the
rods to it and decided against putting any bait over the top of the rigs, as I
had faith that those little pink and red morsels on my hooks would be enough to attract
any passing carp and snare the bite I oh so desperately wanted. I sat back with
my dad to take in our surroundings and watch the water as the night slowly
began to draw in.
As the last trickles of light made way for the oncoming darkness we sat back to consume our grub for the night and enjoy the last of the unexpected mild temperatures. Then just as we were about to retreat to the warmth of our sleeping bags, the bailiff came round and switched the aerator on, which was just conveniently sitting in my right hand margin.
The bailiff informed
us of the oncoming temperatures and he was fully well expecting the lake to freeze.
I thought it would be a good idea to put a rod in the vicinity of the aerator hoping that if the rest of the lake did freeze then a few of the lake’s residents could be drawn to the
ice free water holding more oxygen. I acted swiftly on these thoughts and wound
in my right rod, checked my rig and placed it just on the edge of the aerator’s ripples. Feeling fairly confident despite the weather forecast I retreated into the warmth
and comfort of my bivvy.
Apart from the odd single bleep during the night it passed by uneventful and I was left scratching my head as I woke up
at first light. Luckily the temperatures hadn't decided to drop to silly
minuses and the lake had not frozen. However it looked hopeful for a bit of
rain and with a quick check on the weather app on the phone it told us that
there were predicted snow showers for later on. There was also an ice cold wind hacking
into the swim which wasn't making life very comfortable or easy for that matter.
With the aerator switched off I thought my rig would
probably have a better chance of a bite out towards the island. So with that I wound the
rod in again, nicked a small bag of NuttaS on and cast out towards the
corner of the island. I picked a slightly different spot to the one I was
fishing the day before, with fish in winter being so lethargic sometimes, I
thought even the slightest change of location may lead to that valuable bite.
With the rod re-positioned, line sunk and backleaded, I popped the
kettle on to get what was going to be the first of many brews for the day.
No more than half an hour after recasting the rod I
received a savage take as the rod tip hooped round and the relatively tight
clutch began to give line. I was onto it in a flash and despite the initial
heavy lunges my Powermesh cushioned the blows comfortably and I soon had the fish
under control. Apart from the initial run and a single attempt to escape in to
the snaggy margins to my right, the fight was quite lethargic and didn't give
the old rod too much punishment. The fish soon succumbed to the awaiting
net and up until now I had thought the fish to be only
about 16lb. However the water had deceived me and the common sulking at the bottom
of my net was much closer to the magical twenty mark than I first thought!
I quickly composed myself before paying off plenty of slack
and passing the rod to my dad, as I broke the net down and checked the fish’s
fins ensuring they were flat, I was left in awe at the size and beauty of the
fish sitting there before me. After a few seconds I hoisted the creature out of the water and placed it on the cradle. A quick investigation of the hook hold and I saw the anti-eject hook had done its job perfectly and
was embedded in the middle of the fishes bottom lip. After popping the hook out
I left my dad to look after the fish as I hastily grabbed the camera and scales
before wetting and zeroing the sling.
The moment of truth! And after slipping the fish into the sling we
finally got round to weighing it. My dad confirmed a weight of
21lb 10oz and my jaw dropped! It was official. I had finally achieved my
target of a twenty pounder! As I cradled my new pb my dad rounded off several
shots with the camera before enjoying one last final moment with her. I
parted ways with the fish and slipped her back into her watery home.
The best part of that capture for me wasn't when the scales swung round past the
magical twenty mark, but the moment where I watched the fish that I had chased
for so long swim off and knowing full well I had conquered and achieved my
fishing goal!
Half an hour after landing the fish one of my dad’s rods ripped off
and after a five minute scrap the hook pulled just as the fish was nearing the
net cord. Despite a huge lunge forward with the net in an effort to scoop the fish up it was
just too far away and it turned and evaded capture. It was a couple of
minutes before either me or my dad said anything. We’d got a glance at the fish and it was a mirror evidently bigger than the fish I had just had so it was a
bitter blow and one that put a slight dampener for the remainder of the
session.
Shortly after the session reality sunk in and the bad end to
the session was soon put to the back of our minds. I was able to focus on
the successes and soon after I began to receive messages and texts of congratulations. That’s when the buzz really kicked in and that buzz was reminiscent for
many days to come making the capture all the more special. The target twenty
had been achieved in fine style!
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K