Since then there has been a lot of work going on in the back ground and Ian, one of the committee members, had been down and killed a lot of the undergrowth and weeds on the backside of the track so we would still have the full usage and space the track provides. The other week we got a text message off the man himself and dates had been set for us to carry out this essential work.
As it turned out I couldn't make the Sunday and decided that it would be rude of me not to fish the Friday night, allowing me to be at the lake and ready for the 9am start, in addition to this it also meant that my daughter could join me for the night and we could spend some quality time together.
The Hog! |
Both Chairs Under, Snug! |
Not that I needed to worry as both my old simple bedchair and my big Indulgence fitted underneath the massive arms perfectly and I even had room at the ends of both chairs for storage! Bonus!
The lake had been super weedy for about a month prior to my trip and on the way to the lake I had to come up with several action plans in my head. My main attack would be to get in Outlet swim if it was free, as this swim had the biggest clear area in front of it due to the water depth and it was also a swim I was familiar with having fished it a few times now. I would say that it was my favourite peg on the lake, closely followed by Point and Willow. Back up plans were to jump in to either of the other pegs nearer the Hut and drop two rods in the margins and leave it at that, or just set up camp and not fish if the weed was too bad. As luck would have it when we arrived there wasn't another soul about! And the weed had started to disperse in certain areas. Perfect.
When entering the grounds the first spot you come across are the overhanging trees opposite Outlet and as I peered over the reeds I noticed a few dark shapes moving under the branches and decided to trickle a small amount of bait on to the hard spot and head around the lake. I saw a good few fish in several of the swim that were choked with weed and as we headed back to the tree spot the water was a bit clouded up so decided to bait the spot a bit more and set up in Outlet like I wanted.
With the rods made up I set to getting them on the spots. Now the hard spot I found and baited is directly under a break in the branches of a large overhanging tree and it can be a night-mare getting a rig on the spot without it clipping branches and ruining my solid bag presentation so this is were my distance sticks come in to play. It may only be a 25 yard cast but if it falls to close then I'm in the soft silt, if it goes too far I'm in the trees so I would rather be super accurate than 'risk it for a biscuit' and I know 6 and a quarter wraps gets me on the hard stuff each and every time! So that was my middle rod on the money and my right hand rod was going to the reed bed to the right of the trees. Exactly the same distance drops me to the bottom of the margin shelf so that makes life super easy. With a cracking tree line for a night time marker as well I know as long as I hit the clip just right on both rods they are on the money.
The Perfect Tree Line! |
Tea Time! |
I was fishing with a fairly tight clutch (same on all rods due to the weed) and a drop off in-line set up which nailed the fish and sent it in to a frenzy. To my surprise the fish tried getting further down the margin than in to the weed in 'open' water which was great as it tired itself out in the deep margin rather than ploughing into weed bed after weed bed. Once it was in the net I looked over to see a head poking out of the brolly asking me if I had caught one and once I told her I had she was out of the sleeping bag and standing next to me looking in the net 'Woah Dad that's awesome!' When you hear things like that, for me, it makes all the hard work so worth it! It was such a shame it was just dark as I would have dearly loved to get a shot of the stunning upper double common in the day light. Her colours were just amazing. Black backed, golden flanked and with a creamy white belly. Stunning.
Stunning,Stunning Fish. One You Had To See In The Flesh. |
Prepared! |
I finally dropped off and nothing occurred during the night except a liner which woke me about 3 am. I dozed some more before being awoken at about quarter past 4 by the middle rod almost being ripped from the rests. I got to the rod and by the time I had the fish had kitted right and pulled the tip so hard it had caught up on the right hand rod! Nightmare! By the time I had detached the rod from its snagged brother the fish had gone back along the line it had kitted and headed in to the weed! Lady luck was most certainly shining on me as the fish was on the surface, thankfully dropping the lead in the weed, and I got her to the net in good time, once she saw the net though the fish powered off in search of sanctuary again but was soon tamed and languishing in the bottom of my net. Fish number five and another stunning common! I was over the moon. As it was still a bit dark I decided to hold the fish in my retaining sling and for an hour before doing the honours. J was out like a light so self takes where in order.
Number Five. Long, Powerful And Pristine. |
I did a little video while I was on the bank so I hope you enjoy it.
Tight lines folks.