Don’t blame it on the carp I’m convinced you do it deliberately either that or you are a very lucky rubbish angler. Poor old Vince is still suffering from PTSD years and years later.
Must of driven over that bit hundreds of times, never seen anyone fish it.Told this story before but it always sticks in my mind.
Teams of four winter league on the river Cam. River was clear and cold. I drew upstream end peg, closest to the A14 bridge. Not on any of the noted Bream pegs but the closest peg in the match to them. Also the furthest away from any Silvers that were likely to show.
I knew it was going to be rock hard and my section was going to be won with odd Perch. So I chose a chopped worm approach on three lines. Against the tins under my feet, four metres at the bottom of the inside ledge and a 13mtr long line.
After 4 and a half hours of nothing, not even a sniff, the long line just looked suspect. There was the odd bubble coming up and I thought “ You know? I think there might be one or two fish out there“. Went out and almost straight away the float buried and I was into a Bream. It stayed on for 20-30 seconds before coming off. There goes the section I thought, and I won’t get another bite out there now. Went back out there though as I thought it was my best chance. Five minutes to go and the float buries again. Bream number two on. After a similar amount of time this one came off aswell. Not only had I connected with two fish that would have won my section, had I landed both it would have been a match win. I told the lad next to me, who had witnessed both fish, that it was Pike just to save face. Elastic was fine, not too tight,hook came back both times without the worm masking the point. They certainly felt hooked in the mouth.
Had enough fish on the hook to walk the match but registered a DNW and Zero points. Gutted was putting it mildly
It doesn’t get fished that often nowadays because of the locals. Not considered safe. Add to that the rowers and accompanying loud hailer push bike idiots it’s not anyone’s idea of a peaceful day out.Must of driven over that bit hundreds of times, never seen anyone fish it.
Not far from where Bob Bradford was attacked by gypsys on his way to a match!
Fished down at water beach near all the lillies - lovely spot.It doesn’t get fished that often nowadays because of the locals. Not considered safe. Add to that the rowers and accompanying loud hailer push bike idiots it’s not anyone’s idea of a peaceful day out.
Fish are still there along with some dirty great Chub.
From what I once saw @Peter can be such a magnet that the carp can almost stick to him... Drew next to him in an Intersite match on the big lake at Willow Park where he had a lot more trouble getting a fifteen pounder back in the water than he did getting it out ...What are you trying to infer, not my fault I'm a Cyprinus Carpio Magnet.
Lol, I do miss the Intersite matches Martin, some good laughs were had by all.From what I once saw @Peter can be such a magnet that the carp can almost stick to him... Drew next to him in an Intersite match on the big lake at Willow Park where he had a lot more trouble getting a fifteen pounder back in the water than he did getting it out ...
Lucky it wasn't at Rolfs, everybody involved would have probably been red carded.
90sGear you need some of NON pegs,won't go over then ?Lost two club match wins last year which cost me the league due to being over weight limits. One over by 2oz and a second in which I was well over as I forgot which net was which, both my fault, lessons learned F1s weigh more than they look!
Ha! One match at Tunnel,last year I should of weighed 285lb, but I got a net disqualified and lost 85lb, I still won that match as next weight was 199lb....so next match thought I won’t make that mistake again So next match should of won with 245lb, but lost a whole net which went 77lb, ended up coming 6th90sGear you need some of NON pegs,won't go over then ?
Tuff call that 2oz .
Ah mate gutting but let’s be honest in our heads we know who wonHa! One match at Tunnel,last year I should of weighed 285lb, but I got a net disqualified and lost 85lb, I still won that match as next weight was 199lb....so next match thought I won’t make that mistake again So next match should of won with 245lb, but lost a whole net which went 77lb, ended up coming 6th
My response was only generated by his remark, along the lines "look at that lucky buggers - best pegs on the lake" - to which I responded "thought a good angler could win from any peg" - Far too often heard his remarks like "The winner should have had twice of much from that peg - best peg on the lake"; or "If had had that peg - I would have had over 100lbs - had 120lbs the week before".I have a good friend from Nottinghamshire, who is normally a Catcher of Barbel.
He enjoys the rough & tumble of my little club matches in East Yorkshire, and often drives up the M1 to join us.
And all too often, drives back down the M1 a richer man.
One wild and windy day, he and I drew side by side in adjacent pegs which were pleasantly sheltered by trees.
The rest of the field were on the windward side, and most were just hunkered down under umbrellas, fishing the tip.
My good friend likes to taunt the club chairman , who takes his fishing very seriously, and who was really struggling on that day:
"I thought a good angler could win from any peg?" he called. No reply.
I couldn't see much, but it was clear from the splashing that my good friend was catching.
I caught a glimpse of what he was doing, and saw that it was a method and a bait which he had kindly introduced me to.
So I copied him, and soon I was also catching well.
The whistle came too soon, as it always does when you are having fun, and we started packing up as the weighers-in did their stuff along the far bank, accompanied by the club chairman.
They came to my good friend, and it took two weighs to establish that he had caught 93lb and 1oz, twice the weight of any other competitor so far!
My catch also required two weighs, and my total was found to be 93lb and 2oz. The calculations were checked and declared sound. I was happy.
As the weighers-in moved on, my friend returned to his peg. To see a roach of about 4oz stuck in the bottom of his keepnet.
Clutching the roach, he chased after the departing adjudicators, shouting that he had another fish to weigh in.
The club chairman's reply was exactly two words long.