I returned to the tench lake this morning to pit my wits against the lakes residents again.
After setting up in a somewhat awkward swim, I spodded out a healthy bed of freshly cooked hemp, almost two pints of maggots and a few balls of groundbait laced with casters, corn and molasses.
With the table set I punched out the feeders, maggot aligner on the right, popped up corn on the left and sat back to contemplate what might be. I didn't have to wait long as the maggot rod was away within half an hour of casting in. After slipping on my arse on the way to the rod I managed to get back to my feet with rod in hand bending into a nice heavy lump that kited steadly to my left. The fish came in quickly but was reluctant to come up in the water. It hugged the bottom and felt nice and heavy. Soon it was close in and I reached for the net somewhere up the bank behind me, I stumbled around grabbing for it.
With the net now in my left hand, I was readying myself to claim the prize. Giving the fish some side strain I got it up on the surface, a huge golden flank emerged, looking every inch a PB shaker if not breaker of somewhere between 7 and 8lb I would estimate. Suddenly it lunged down hard and fast as they tend to do, but stupidly I'd forgotten to check my clutch and it was set way to tight. The rod hooped over as the fish plowed down to make a break for it - the hook pinged free and the fish was lost. I was just ever so slightly gutted as the realisation of what had just happened sank in.
The next take resulted in another hard fighting tench, this time the clutch was good and the fish was played in carefully, after a tussle trying to get it off the deck it was finally on the surface. This was a big male, very dark and lumpy, I was ready with the net, the fish not yet ready to be netted headed for a snag to my right, I'd almost stopped it but it managed to reach some thin wispy top twigs from a sunken tree branch. Somehow the hook was transferred from the fish to the twig and another fish was gone. Arrrgh.
I was pretty deflated by now and thought I'd surely lost my chance of any fish. But after a couple of hours of moping and cursing my luck, I was suddenly fighting another tench and this time it was actually drawn all the way over the rim of the net for once. But before I had time to think, the other rod was away and I was now faced with the problem of how to get a second fish in with one already in the net. I somehow scooped the second fish in without the first escaping. I'd quickly gone from losing two fish, to havng two in the same net in what was a very hectic couple of minutes.
|A brace of average females......|
|.... the males to match|
My morning session was up soon after and it was time to pack up and go home. There were still some indications happening on the rods, so maybe there would have been a few more fish, who knows?
I can't wait to get back on the lake for an evening session during the week.
|Biggest Male at 4lb 5oz|
Earlier this week....
For my first session of the week, I fished a new water to try for some crucians. After checking out the likely swims I picked one and started setting up the float rod. I pulled out the centrepin as I'd been waiting for an opportune moment to put it to use. Unfortunately I'd left 6lb line on it, hardly light tactics conducive to crucian fishing. Luckily my margin pole saved the day, so i attached a made up rig and fished as close in as I could. After a few hours I ended up with a small net full of roach bream and hybrids, no crucians but it was a pleasant enough session all the same in nice surroundings, I vowed to return in a months time when there would more chance of them feeding consistently.