Website Updated 11 May 2012

Written by Geoff Rauf

The weather this week had been HOT, and its Wimbledon week too. I mean the Pimms must be flowing like the Thames over at SW19. Anyway having realised the fish would be in the shallow swims once again I set off Friday afternoon and arrived shortly after 6pm.

After a 25 minute battle with the barrow I arrived at the swim to notice one of my tyres was flat..GRRRR. I was fishing a different swim this time. I decided since that South Westerly was still pushing (albeit much weaker) Id opt for an area called the Island. This swim is large, and I mean large. It gives access to an area that has a gravel shelf around 3 ft wide, and it runs for about 100yrds through 4 swims.

The Island is the last of swims, and if fished right can yield results. The weed usually grows predominantly on the shelf, and at around 6 to 7ft it presents a perfect feature and one I decided to take advantage of.

After the usual set up of camp ‘Pub chucker’ I set about finding the bar, (not that bar) at around 50 yards. Once the marker had found a few clear patches my throwing stick was used to put around 20 baits to each spot. I decided not to bring any particles this week, and concentrate on the boilie as feed.

Things didn’t exactly go according to plan with the rods though with my first cast into a tree on the Island (it was the strong wind you know). SNAP. 2nd cast went into the tree again, and lost that rig too. At this point I decided to calmly sit down in the bivvy and collect my thoughts……

RULLOCKS!!!

What actually happened was I threw both rods into the bush, uttered a few obscene words and cast the third rod spot on. The 2nd and 3rd rods were re tied and by around 9pm all rods were on the Amaiud Peche Pod and waiting for something to do.

Tea this evening was a mixture of Peanuts (salted by Tescos), and a burger – what a diet eh, and people wonder how I maintain such a wonderful figure..cough cough..

As the evening drew in nothing was showing and once again I called it a night around 10 having been bloody knackered from the barrow escapade, and the day paper shuffling at work.

Saturday morning came and once more the rods remained motionless…you know sometimes its hard writing about blanking, but what can a ‘pub chucker’ do but try.

News on the grapevine was that one of the guys further down the lake had landed 5 fish!!! This is rare for the venue, but seeing as the angler in question is dedicated, and a top angler you cannot say it was a fluke either. Well done splitter!

As breakfast (full English courtesy of Tescos) went down with multiple cuppas I decided during the day Id fish a wee bit different. While one rod went out of the bar again the other two I used as roving rods, one with a double pop up straight off the lead close to the island, and the other fishing a zig rig a foot from the surface.

The sun continued to do its shining thing, and by the afternoon things looked grim because nothing was showing, and if I had the energy I may of moved at this stage. Around 4pm a fish showed over the gravel bar area, then another, and so this made me fish on into another night.

5am!!!! And a drop back indicated something fishy, but on striking and playing the fish very gingerly I was totally gobsmacked to find none other than Mr Pike – all double figures of him attached…I couldn’t believe it, as this had happened mast year. They must seem intrigued by the snowman rig and woofting pop ups..

Fish returned and home I went…still pub chucking…maybe I should write a song eh…

More soon

Geoff       Click Here to visit Geoffs Website

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