Rain.. The mini heatwave turned out to be just that..a couple of days and then the monsoon season kicked in. Over the weekend i looked at the weather forecast with a smug smile on my face, knowing it would bring a little extra time to fish in. The rain hit the North West during the Sunday night and i was mentally drawing up a plan to attack Monday morning. The expected call from the boss to stay at home never materialised and it turned out to be waterproofs on and
hard graft all week on one the biggest houses in Worsely..Bitch.
Word filtered to me from the locals that the Bolton gaff switched on during the week and produced an handfull of fish..Typical, perfect conditions and no chance to get on the bank.
It was late on
Saturday afternoon when i arrived for a three hour session and was pleased to see a few lumps showing out over Dave 'Steps' bait, a quick chat and a scan round had to be done before the rain arrived. I walked round to the far side and settled in 'the Point'after seeing a lot of swirls and Pads rocking..Liners galore proceeded to keep me standing out in the rain. The conditions were awful and when i finally realised that the movements were the resident Bream population spawning, i left deflated and sodden to the skin. Incidentally, the Long Common had been spotted showing a couple of days earlier. It was in the small alcove into the pads where Steps was fishing and i stored the information for my next visit.
Monday The rain washed out any chance of work, and the car was loaded early morning, and with the expectation of being able to spend at least eight hours on the bank i hurtled up the A666. One car on the lane, and i quickly recognised it belonging to a guy unfortunately nicknamed 'Sonning'..Which part of he's body is afflicted doesn't need to much thinking about why he is called 'Sonning'
'Sonning' was on 'the Mound' and was only fifteen metres from the pitch i had wanted to be sat in. I walked up and had a look at he's lines to see if he was taking liberties, and i was surprised as they seemed to be fairly straight out in front of him. I'm having the pitch Steps was in and i am sitting it out for my mega session. The cloud was so low and the rain was relentless and after a while it became to feel fairly oppressive. Around twelve o'clock a Mirror slid upwards out of the water then dissapeared without a sound..right over the bait. Steps had fish showing all evening and did nothing a couple of days previous, and they did the same to me. Again i sulked off to the car wounded but not beaten. How do they do that? No,lets not go there, i literally have a million questions and could fill an entire website on the subject. To my self that is what carp fishing is all about, so much to think about, so much to talk about, and so much to try and work out.
The heat is turning up on the Bolton gaff, with a few lads putting in some proper hours after work into the evening and till the death. If i do manage to put a few hours together, swim choice is going to be very limited. At times, it seems that the odds seem to stack up so high against you that it makes it seem as though you are totally p*ssing in the wind.
I have managed to get down the Park Lake after tea for a chat and a brew with the lads. The big fellas are still eluding every ones efforts, and after spotting fish consistantly showing in an area no one was fishing i finally succumbed on
Bank Holiday Monday afternoon to have a couple of hours. I had phoned up the Bolton end in the morning and was informed that it was busy, so i decided not to bother travelling up there.
So a dabble in the area i had seen the fish shows on the Park Lake would have to try and quell the nessesity to fish.
I actually felt quite uneasy setting up on a lake that was getting some serious time put in by a number of lads, and a feeling of nervousness quickly subsided after spodding out a couple of kilo of hemp and groats in the spot.I think a bit of the nervousness came in the shape of that i didn't want my new Basias and totally refurbed Infinitys to get dirty and wet.
Anglers that are personal friends of mine know how effective this method of just fishing on hemp and groats that i use is, and i sat back confidently. Just a little thing to think about..the method i use does not involve any type of boilie bait, or other type of bait fished over the mass minute particles. Simple, effective and simply devastating on any water..
The bream moved in and continued to give me some action over the afternoon..i spread the tiny particles over a fairly wide area so as to keep em looking for as long as possible. 5.00 pm and a common halves out over the spread of seed, the bream action slowed to stop as the carp started push them out. A friendly face arrived at 6.00 to do an overnighter in the shape of Jonny Beck..seen owt?. Moments later a good mirror pushed it'self out over the spot. What time you going? Fifteen minutes, i replied. I begged the indicators to sound. Twelve shows or more as i packed down and left Jonny to settle in for the night.I left knowing that it wasn't a case of if..but when?
I don't know how Jonny went on..i hope he will tell the tale of he's nights episode in he's excellent 'Zen and the Art' Blog.
Work is in full swing again..The raining season has doubled up the workload, and when i get the chance to put in a little more time on the bank is an unanswerable question...
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..but temptation is there to taken. Freelined mixers or crust has always been the method for these splash shy lumps and i was grateful for the stunning 25lb mirror that fell for a couple of Winalot ovals. I returned after tea about half six for a quick hours fishing,and there was a guy in the same spot firing mixers all over the water. They certainly weren't there like they had been earlier, though there was one or two taking. I stood right opposte him with less than twenty yards between us and flicked in two soaked Winalot ovals and had a take within a minute.
nice one
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