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after a couple of emails with Martin arrangements were made
to spend a couple of days trying to catch a Zander & a Catfish
for the fishing-race,
i met Martin and Sammy (Martins daughter) wednesday morning
on the north bank of the nene, plans were to fish the north bank
for a zander and then move on to Willowcroft lake for the night
session to catch a catfish, sounds good but you know what they
say about best made plans,
first as we had met in the pub carpark and it was 11.30am and
the weather was red hot we thought it only fare to have a pint
of the black stuff just for medicinal you understand,
but they did'nt open until 12.00, so no drink and off to the
pegs where Martin had some previous success with the zanders,
but there was a match on the pegs that we wanted to fish,
so we tackled up in some other pegs, all three of us setting
up to fish 2 rods with dead baits, Martin set up a pole to
catch us some roach to use as bait, after nearly an hour and
no bites on the pole Martin decides to go and try and get a
few fish in a near-by drain,
two hours later Martins back with a dozen roach & a couple
of bleak,
rods baited away we go after 15 mins Sammy has a run which
turned out to be a small zander (Jammy Sammy) how it got the
bait in its mouth i'll never know,
heres Sammy with the little zander and a big smile...
the next 2 hours saw no action at all apart from Jammy-Sammy
taking the mick how she had got a zander and i had'nt,
just as i was thinking it was'nt going to happen and we were
talking of packing up to move on to the Cat lake i got a run,
the resulting strike and bend in the rod it was obviously a
decent fish but was it a zander or a pike?
after a couple of powerful runs we got a glimpse of it,
Sammy shouting out its a zander no sooner had she said it
the hooks pulled and it was off.... Ba.....
why is it all lost fish have that name,
more mickey taking from Jammy-Sammy..god i hate smart kids,
no more bites it was off to Willowcroft cat-lake to set up
for the night session,
arriving at the lake there was a big generator airiator pump
going and talking to the bailiff he said that they were
having a few problems with water quality and the fishing
was slow, not good news...
still not to be detered,
so snap tackles were replaced by hair rigs to fish big
halibut pellets,
well slow it was, Martin missed a run on a pop up boilie,
at 1.00am i got a run, stikeing into the fish i'm now
wondering is it a cat or a carp? the slow dogged fight
and first sight of the fish, sees me saying to Martin
who's now waiting with the net "its a cat"
that reminds me i must give Martin some lessons with the
landing net...
on the third attempt martin managed to get it in the net,
and here it is... ugly devil,
(yeh all right i know and the fish is not much better)
well the rest of the night passed without anymore action
which allowed me some well needed sleep despite that
bloody deisel generator going all night long...
07.30am i had another run which saw me playing another
cat right to the bank and then pulling out of it..B......
still i'd got my catfish and thats what mattered.
mid morning and time to pack up and back to the north
bank for a last try for a zander before heading home,
again we had to stop off to try and catch some fresh baits
for the zander, with the wind now blowing quite strong
presentation to catch the roach was proving difficult,
a couple of hours and just a dozen baits, it was off
to the north bank,
it was now 1.00pm as we tackled up for the zander we
both agreed we could only fish till 4.30pm, as Martin had
to go and get ready for the welsh fish-in and me the long
drive back home, so no pressure 3 hrs to catch a zander,
with the wind ever increasing the north bank of the nene
now resembled the north sea...
as the clock ticked away things were'nt looking good and
thoughts of going home without a zander.
talk about leaving it late 4.15pm and a bite the resulting
strike and its a decent fish but is it a zander or a pike,
Martin this time armed with his landing net awaits the
first sight of the fish... after a few heart stopping
lunges its a zander, all thats left to do is for Martin
to do his stuff with the net,
easy enough you'd think...no way! the net gets caught
on the spiney dorsal fin the net colapses and falls off
the handle, me i'm now cr@ping me self...my prize is laid
there on the surface with a specimen landing-net hung
from its back,
but Martin undetered slips a hand under its chin and hands
it out...PHEW
and here it is...
thanks to this fishing race thats two new species that
iv'e never caught before,
all thats left to say is thanks to Martin, not the most
productive of fishing days, but a very memorable trip,
cheers Martin...
teepee.
to spend a couple of days trying to catch a Zander & a Catfish
for the fishing-race,
i met Martin and Sammy (Martins daughter) wednesday morning
on the north bank of the nene, plans were to fish the north bank
for a zander and then move on to Willowcroft lake for the night
session to catch a catfish, sounds good but you know what they
say about best made plans,
first as we had met in the pub carpark and it was 11.30am and
the weather was red hot we thought it only fare to have a pint
of the black stuff just for medicinal you understand,
but they did'nt open until 12.00, so no drink and off to the
pegs where Martin had some previous success with the zanders,
but there was a match on the pegs that we wanted to fish,
so we tackled up in some other pegs, all three of us setting
up to fish 2 rods with dead baits, Martin set up a pole to
catch us some roach to use as bait, after nearly an hour and
no bites on the pole Martin decides to go and try and get a
few fish in a near-by drain,
two hours later Martins back with a dozen roach & a couple
of bleak,
rods baited away we go after 15 mins Sammy has a run which
turned out to be a small zander (Jammy Sammy) how it got the
bait in its mouth i'll never know,
heres Sammy with the little zander and a big smile...
the next 2 hours saw no action at all apart from Jammy-Sammy
taking the mick how she had got a zander and i had'nt,
just as i was thinking it was'nt going to happen and we were
talking of packing up to move on to the Cat lake i got a run,
the resulting strike and bend in the rod it was obviously a
decent fish but was it a zander or a pike?
after a couple of powerful runs we got a glimpse of it,
Sammy shouting out its a zander no sooner had she said it
the hooks pulled and it was off.... Ba.....
why is it all lost fish have that name,
more mickey taking from Jammy-Sammy..god i hate smart kids,
no more bites it was off to Willowcroft cat-lake to set up
for the night session,
arriving at the lake there was a big generator airiator pump
going and talking to the bailiff he said that they were
having a few problems with water quality and the fishing
was slow, not good news...
still not to be detered,
so snap tackles were replaced by hair rigs to fish big
halibut pellets,
well slow it was, Martin missed a run on a pop up boilie,
at 1.00am i got a run, stikeing into the fish i'm now
wondering is it a cat or a carp? the slow dogged fight
and first sight of the fish, sees me saying to Martin
who's now waiting with the net "its a cat"
that reminds me i must give Martin some lessons with the
landing net...
on the third attempt martin managed to get it in the net,
and here it is... ugly devil,
(yeh all right i know and the fish is not much better)
well the rest of the night passed without anymore action
which allowed me some well needed sleep despite that
bloody deisel generator going all night long...
07.30am i had another run which saw me playing another
cat right to the bank and then pulling out of it..B......
still i'd got my catfish and thats what mattered.
mid morning and time to pack up and back to the north
bank for a last try for a zander before heading home,
again we had to stop off to try and catch some fresh baits
for the zander, with the wind now blowing quite strong
presentation to catch the roach was proving difficult,
a couple of hours and just a dozen baits, it was off
to the north bank,
it was now 1.00pm as we tackled up for the zander we
both agreed we could only fish till 4.30pm, as Martin had
to go and get ready for the welsh fish-in and me the long
drive back home, so no pressure 3 hrs to catch a zander,
with the wind ever increasing the north bank of the nene
now resembled the north sea...
as the clock ticked away things were'nt looking good and
thoughts of going home without a zander.
talk about leaving it late 4.15pm and a bite the resulting
strike and its a decent fish but is it a zander or a pike,
Martin this time armed with his landing net awaits the
first sight of the fish... after a few heart stopping
lunges its a zander, all thats left to do is for Martin
to do his stuff with the net,
easy enough you'd think...no way! the net gets caught
on the spiney dorsal fin the net colapses and falls off
the handle, me i'm now cr@ping me self...my prize is laid
there on the surface with a specimen landing-net hung
from its back,
but Martin undetered slips a hand under its chin and hands
it out...PHEW
and here it is...
thanks to this fishing race thats two new species that
iv'e never caught before,
all thats left to say is thanks to Martin, not the most
productive of fishing days, but a very memorable trip,
cheers Martin...
teepee.
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