This account of todays trip is going to be a bit of a confessional.....
Feeling a bit lazy after a week of 5 am starts, I rocked up at the club lakes at about 10:00.
Although I was looking forward to a days fishing I couldn't really be bothered to make much effort.
On my arrival I spied a couple of guys I knew fishing the 'match' lake.
This is where it all started to go wrong. I knew exactly what would happen yet ploughed ahead regardless. The match lake, or Silvers lake is basically the only lake on the complex that is almost totally devoid of Carp. It is however absolutely rammed with.....
.....yes, you've guessed it - skimmers and Bream. You could almost say it's full to the Brim (see what I did there?).
Started off with one of the new Preston Interchange Banjo feeders, stuffed with pellets and a smidge of groundbait. Hookbait was an 8mm Chocolate Orange boilie.
The fishing went like this:
Brim
Brim
Brim
Roach
Brim
Brim
Roach
Perch
Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim Brim etc etc etc.
A major frap up resulting in losing about 20m of line was a welcome distraction.
Switched to the waggler rod for the second half.
Brim, Brim, Brim, Roach, Brim Brim Brim Brim.....you get the idea.
Catching fish that barely have the energy to pull a 2BB float tip under and then just lay on the surface waiting to be towed across the lake's surface to a waiting net is just not fun.
The biggest Brim of the day got knocked off the hook just before going into the landing net. Instead of swimming off like any normal self respecting fish it just lay there in the classic 'couldn't give a sh1t' Brim style.
Anyway, at least the bankside banter was first class.
Apologies to those of you who may find the repeated mention of Brim to be offensive.