Day 2 – Madness & Wet on the Bank
It was 2 am when the rods ripped off again and both myself and John found ourselves attached to fish in our socks in the freezing cold of night whilst it was raining. We got soaked was an understatement but when you are attached to an 18 lb and a 15 lb fish you don't really think about how wet you are getting. This was repeated again at 5 am in the morning with the 3rd fish of the day an another one on my score chart a nice Mirror at 14. 2oz. Little did we know at the time this was going to be the sign of things to come. At first the rods went dead for a while and I was beginning to think that was all the action we were going to see for a few days as the weather was on the change but thankfully the madness bagn at just before noon with my chod rod shooting off with a screaming run and a hard fighting 23 lb fish. I was over the moon to say the least. Johns rods soon jumped into action and mine was off again with another chunk at 16 lb and John was bringing em out at 9 lb and 13 lb. This was turning out to be an amazing session. I continued to put spods full of bait over the fishes heads after every couple of fish and the bites just kept coming.
The rain was relentless and was on and off all day but this didn't seem to put the fish off at all.We were not the only ones catching mind you , Ron was set up in the swim next to us and managed to capitalize on what we were doing managing to get himself another fish weighing in at 14 lb and again it was on his own made baits, the peach and coconut that seem to do the business. Lee , a new member, was set up a couple of swims down and he also managed a one over the weekend and he decided to stay on into the week and get a few more but that was all that were coming out. We seemed to have all the fish in front of us and was managing to hold them there and by the end of the second day I had managed 16 fish and John was on 9 with Ron sat at 3.
Day 3 – They Just Kept Coming
The lack of sleep was starting to get to us as the fish just wouldn't let us get any sleep no matter how hard we tried, but when you are on the fish it is so hard to take the rods out of the water. The rain had continued through the night and the ground had become horrendously slippery. When your alarm goes off at 3 in the morning and you are suddenly woken from what I would call a zombie state, neither sleeping nor awake, you forget about the rain and how slippery the bank in, WHOOSH 4 ft up into the air and SLAM! Down with a big thump on my butt and back and my left arm. Boy did that smart! I was finally rewarded for the pain with a nice 16 lb common but I was soaked through to the skin and had to change for the 3rd time that day. I crawled back into the bivvy and curled up and prayed for the rain to stop whilst rubbing my sore bits. The morning started again on a mad one with a double take for myself and John landing a couple of nice commons both in double figures The action wasn't fast but we continued to get the odd fish through most of the morning so i can say it was consistent. Sunday was the last day for Ron and as he also got very little sleep, he decided to call it a day in the afternoon. The weather had suddenly changed and the sun had decided to come out in the afternoon but only for a short while and then came the really strong winds. It was at this point the bites wet quiet. I decided to put out some more spod over the area and after about 10 spods I put my rod down and within seconds of doing so the left rod screamed off resulting in a nice common of around 12 lb.
The wind seemed to put the fish off and the whole lake went quiet. No fish were showing and fishing started to become really hard. It was at this point I started to work for the bites , watching the water every second looking for signs of fish and then casting single chods at them. This seemed to work and managed to get me a couple more fish as we went through the night into day 4.
