This was the first day of a two day session down at
Viaduct Fishery in Somerset, it was quite fortuitous the fact that I had been
able to fish these matches with them falling at the end of my R&R and there
being a spare place when I looked online.
So I had booked in and day one saw us merry 28 congregating in the car
park at the fishery, breakfast was dispatched and a few £1 side bets made with
various people it was soon time for the draw. I was quite close to the front and
we had all of Campbell and Cary booked so there would be plenty of room for us
all, peg 114 stuck in my hand and I was sort of happy.
I spoke with Steve in the tackle shop and his advice was
to fish long, 6m and also long down the left hand edge towards the empty peg
113, so I set up a couple of shallow rigs for the long pole, a meat rig for the
short line and a margin rig. I also set up a depth waggler rod and also a
pellet wag for if it was to be a middle of the lake day. I was ready (ish)
before the all in and as soon as it sounded I fed 1/3 of a pot of hemp and 8mm
meat on the short pole line and a little less down the edge, I then shipped out
with a shallow rig and proceeded to slap the water 3 times hoping for a quick
response, but it never happened so back to plan B.
I cast out the
depth waggler and started pinging out a few pellets around it, I did not have
to wait long and soon had a carp on the end but it was foul hooked and quickly
broke me, the inside was fizzing well so I shipped out the meat rig to see what
would happen. I started to catch a few tench and skimmers but they quickly
slowed down so I decided to have a quick look down the edge as it looked really
fishy with loads of snags and overhanging brambles. I had geared up accordingly
and quickly landed a couple of small carp, I could only think how easy it was
when my nightmares began, there were that many snags that for every carp I landed
I lost at least 1, these mostly ran through the brambles but there were at
least 2 other solid snags that I lost fish on.
I was alternating between the margin and the short pole
to try and keep weight going into the net but I could see guys on the far bank
catching well and Steve next to me was starting to get a few fish strung
together (this was not good as he is in the RAF and we had gone a quid). I made
a change to fishing with paste trying
to alleviate liners down the edge and also act as a focal bait on the short
line, it almost worked but not enough and I was still struggling to land fish
right up to the final whistle.
As the scales came round it was clear that I had not done
enough and I managed to weigh in 90 odd pounds including nearly 20lb of silvers.
Steve had managed 160lb and that gave him the quid for the day.
sort of happy at 114, I would have been doing a dance of joy!
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