Not been on here for a while, work (the real four letter word!
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Anyway, last Sunday, the syndicate leader and I arranged an impromtu 'commitee meeting', ostensibly to discuss autumn work parties and strategy for the next year, but really boiled down to fishing next to each other, drinking tea and chatting on a very pleasant evening.
I had first take but the hooklink parted after a few minutes, nothing wrong with it, I always check, can only think it was a Pike.
John had one next, lovely 15lb Mirror.
Quiet for an hour or so until my inside rod, positioned alonside a reed bed about 10yds down the bank from me, trundled slowly off. I struck and all hell let loose. I had to hold to keep it out of the reeds. My 2.75 Ballister Light (wonderful through action rod) was bending through the corks. All held, I got it into a bit of clear water. Off it went again and again. I tried to encourage it out away from trouble by pulling it towards it, usually works with carp (they have a habit of pulling in the opposite direction), it did for a while, then it worked out my cunning plan and dived into the reeds!
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All went solid. I slackened off, went through the full repotoire of trying to kid it out. Nothing, solid.
Sadly, I concluded it had beaten me.
I took the bale arm off, got the boat out to retreive the tackle, carefully worked my way down the line and there, completely still was a big framed beautiful Leney strain carp, and a big one at that. It had got the line around some reed stems and simply lay there doggo.
I backed off, collected the rod and net and pulled myself down the line, carefully cleared the reeds (all this time the fish hadn't moved) pulled the fish gently towards me (and the net) nearly, nearly, then off again! Rod hooped over and battle resumed. It was pulling the boat around, I managed to get back to the bank and John held the bow rope. A few minutes later my first English 30 lay in the net. We weighed it at 31 dead to start with but adjusted to 30-12 to be absolutely sure.
I've run the water for 21 years, it had 20 small (5lbs or so) Leney strain originals and thousands of little ones then, we've cleared out the numbers, turned it into a mixed fishery with good, old fashioned carp fishing, reasonable tench fishing, cyclically good Roach, Perch and Rudd fishing and reasonable Pike in that time.
All that time, all the blanks, disapointments, successes, hard work etc. and for the moment, leading to this wonderful old warrior.
A few pictures then carefully slipped it back.
Didn't put the rods back in, kettle on and just savoured the moment. Glad that John was there to witness it, he's been a fantastic driving force since he took over from me as Syndicate leader. I just hope I'm there when he impoves on his 29-12 caught a few years ago. (different fish).
Later in the year I now need to concentrate on pushing my lake Pike record above the 19-08 caught last autumn!
I love angling!!
Stu