Got reminded by the bailiff earlier that the water I fished today can't be identified due to part of the constitution. Apparently, if I identify the place or the stuff in , I could be banished to hell & damnation forever That being the case, it shall forever more be referred to on here as the 'club lake'.
Anyway, it was bloody hot and I did rather well (well, I thought so...)
I didn't really expect much when I got there as it was very, very bright and there were lots of carp milling around on the surface - never a good sign on this venue. I decided to park myself on a peg with the sun falling behind me and threw caution to the wind by setting up the margin pole - first time this year, so it must be summer.
I also setup two top kits for fishing at 11m, one for pellet and the other for caster (on the deck & up in the water - the usual sketch). After feeding a couple of cups of micros and a few sample hookbaits, I went out at 11m with 6mm pellet and was rewarded straight away with a sail-away; pity I didn't hook it... Back in with the same hookbait and this time success - a bream about 2lb. Not wishing to spoil things, I repeated the process and had the same result - this was good. After 6 or 7 of those I tried corn on the hook, which resulted in a take on the drop from a much smaller specimen around 8-9oz. Undaunted, I slid the olivette a little lower and managed to hook a tench, which after a short struggle came to the net - all of a pound and a half, but as angry as feck.
All good stuff, so I fed another full cup of micros and went over to the margin line, which I'd fed with 4mm & 6mm pellets. I went over the top of this with a 10p-sized lump of paste, but apart from a few jolts & twitches nothing was really forthcoming. Back out to 11m after 20 minutes of nothing much, and it was straight back to the skimmers. They were all about a pound and a half, interspersed with the odd Tench of similar proportions.
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