It was a weird match today. Well, if you look at it logistically, it was actually two matches - one was from the middle of nowhere (somewhere between Parbold & Appley Bridge) to Newburgh and the other was at the back of the DW Stadium in Wigan.
I'm not making a judgement call either way, but on the list of venues & dates I got, this was supposed to be fished beween Seven Stars & Gathurst - so I don't know what happened or when it changed. All I know is, I got drawn at Parbold behind the green cabins on Bramble Way. After going over Parbold Hill once to get to the draw, then again to get back to my peg there was no way I was doing it twice more to fight for a parking space so at the end of the match I buggered-off home 'for my tea'...
The fishing was, well, DIRE would be a good way of describing it really. I knew it would be when I saw where I was pegged because it's never been any good there for as long as I can remember. Directly opposite my peg was the discharge point for the dredging barge when that length was done a few years ago and there's a dirty great submerged ridge (almost a sand bar - except it's not sand; but you know what I mean) at about 13m, which give a depth of around 2', falling back to around 2'6" at 14.5m, which confused me and didn't do much for the fish either apparently.
The water was chocolate brown and was devoid of any signs of fish - I went nearly an hour without a single bite before resorting to squatt right across and snared a small roach. Nothing followed, so I went looking under my feet with my top kit. It was a relief to find a few small perch on this line which came to 0-12-11. I scouted around my peg trying not to cripple any of the lines I tried, but there were no fish anywhere. It happens to us all - but that's no consolation when you're sat there with next to nowt in your net. I believe the correct description is 'soul destroying'.
Incredibly, I was lying 3rd in my section after I'd weighed, then the 5 lads to my right all weighed more, sending me down to 8th again. I'd visions of a big double-figure return, but it just goes to show what can happen if you keep grinding away.
The cheese-eating well-dressed man (Matt Alan) did incredibly well for the new boy in his team (again) recording a section win down past the Windmill at Parbold with 2-2-4's worth of butty-snaffled roach. The lad did well (for a frenchy). Formidable mon ami!!
It's another horror-story in the making at Heaton's Bridge next Sunday, which probably means we'll be at the back of the drums in Burscough. I'm hoping to get a peg on the fairground...
Toodle-pip - back inside to faded celebrities getting doused in crap down under...
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