This year it had been the Navy’s choice of venue and our
destination was Summerhaynes Fisheries in Somerset, a lovely small complex sat
right next door to the M5 and a railway line. I arrived for the team meeting on
the Sunday night with Nic Mac as my driver for the week and we got a brief off
a few of the guys who had been there fishing that day and the consensus was
mixed with it appearing to be a venue that you would have to work hard at and
you may still not stand a chance.
Day 1 of practice saw us on Lillies lake, a pretty little
pond with 14 pegs, all of which were filled with Fosters Team Army, I was on
peg 2 that saw me with a max pole of 9m as three of us were hemmed into a
corner, there was also a large lilly bed to my right so I was in for an
interesting day. Local knowledge said to fish the right hand margin in ther gap
between the bank and the lillys, common sense said to avoid it so I also put in
another 2 lines, a choppy line against the lillys at 2+2 and a groundbait and
dead maggot line at 9m away into the open water towards peg 3.
I managed to get a few out from down the edge but lost
another 6 or so, I also got a few carp from the 2=2 line and a couple of
silvers from the open water line for 13 odd kilo and joint first as Danny on
peg 1 weighed exactly the same as me…spooky.
Ready to go. |
Sorting the bait day 1 |
Day 3 and we were on Sellicks lake in some atrocious
weather, I was on peg 3 with Grant on peg 2 and Mick (again) on peg 5 for
company. This time we were told that we would struggle and so we did, Grant had
a couple of skimmers, I managed 4 carp two from under the far bank undercut and
two from down the edge and Mick had about 15Kg mainly from his right and edge.
Weather was pants and I was now not a happy bunny.
Keith weighing in on Ind IS |
These results were enough for me to crawl into the
Fosters Team Army squad and on the day of the race I was given Peg 12 on longs
and that is an out and out flyer if you can present on the far bank. It was 16m
across and I spent all day fighting my pole across as I had a wicked cross wind
and then resting by fishing paste down the track on two lines. I did not fare
well and managed around 30lb that was half the weight of the RAF lad in the
next peg who could fish across at13m. In hindsight I should have chucked the
tip further to the right, plumbed up down the edge more thoroughly and also
used the meat track rig more than once as I had fish fizzing most of the day
but they did not seem to want the paste.
I was not the only one who struggled and courtesy of some odd results the RAF walked away the victors this year, Army second and the Navy and Royal Marines Third.
It is our venue next year so we should get it back but it still hurts.