After telling you all last month at my spectacular non-event at the newly formed ‘Loggies Lake’, I thought I would re-live this weeks adventure.
Andrew had cried off due to ‘pressure of work’; he really ought to learn the value of prioritising, but as he says, “All work and no play keep the debt collectors away”.
So I was on my own; great, at least this meant I didn’t have to fish for bloody carp, I bought myself some smelt and sprats and set forth eagerly to get a bend in rod: or two.
On arrival at the lake I saw about ten motionless bivvies dotted about, normally I would have a wander and a chat but I new with the big moon, low temperatures and a still wind no-one would have anything to talk about.
Instead I adopted Richard Walker’s philosophy of ‘study to be quiet’ and silently set about tackling up in a nice reedy bay that was sure to house a few tidy ‘greenbacks’.
Rod No.1 cast under overhanging trees some ten-foot away, the second was at the tip of the reeds at nearly fifteen-feet.
Time to sit back and wait, although not for very long.
The long distance rig was first away, a slow deliberate pull that was met with a swift strike and instant commotion on the surface as the tail-walking champion did her stuff.
All the excitement led to the angler in the next swim coming out of his bivvy.
“How long you bin ‘ere?” he enquired eloquently,
“I didn’t even ‘ear ya.”
Thank-you Mr. Walker!!
‘Ghosting in at dawn’ has been replaced by ‘bivvy mallets at noon’ far too soon for my liking… call me old fashioned but that’s just the way I am.
The first pike was not a monster but it certainly beat the blank session enjoyed (?) by my fellow anglers.
I had barely had time to re-bait as the second rod screamed away, why bother with carp in seemingly impossible conditions when this kind of sport is on offer?
After my third fish I was able to earwig a conversation I found hilarious, it went a little like this, obviously not knowing I wasn’t carp fishing.
“That bloke has only been here an hour and he has already caught three”
The reply was “Don’t you know who that is, it’s Rod Henton, he writes for the Internet…. I’ve known him for years!”
Fame at last, despite not knowing either of them!
The upshot of all this is enjoy what you do, whether blanking for ‘golden scales’ or catching your chosen target fish you decide.
Don’t blinker yourself to carp or bust; there are other species that can be good fun.
My other laugh of the day when I was asked if the sprats I was using were caught earlier in the day from the lake: it’s unlikely!
Enjoy what you do: regardless.