Where to go on a bank holiday? The Deep Lake is primarily a carp water, and I thought there are bound to be a fair few booked in for the weekend. The Old Lake is a bank holiday hotspot for casual danglers, and good luck to them, but I tend to get stressed out by some of the in-your-face antics. I decided to risk the Tench Lake, and I was glad I did. At 7.30 it looked nothing like the sodden, windswept place I found on last Friday's visit.
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I couldn't catch any but the smaller tench last time. Seafood baits are reputed to pick out better fish, so I'd dived into (and quickly out of) the local Tesco, and came out with these:
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Absolutely useless, it turned out. The package says they've been frozen and defrosted, and, like many other things, they had turned to mush. I doubt whether you could even fork them into your mouth - I didn't try - much less find any part of them that would hang on a hook even long enough to drop at the rod end.
I had micros for feed, and chopped meat or expanders as hookbait, so I wasn't too bothered. I seem to have been pole fishing in excess lately, so I set up the 15' rod and pin, with a little waggler taking 6 no 6 in the 7'deep swim. With the shot bulked near the hook to go past the roach, and meat on the hook, the little tench were on it straightaway. Small as they are, I still love this type of fishing.
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The mist and cloud disappeared after an hour, and the bites stopped when the sun hit the water full on. Luckily, it was one of those days when Plan B works, and with the float shallowed up a couple of feet and the shot spread out, the little tench were happy to chase the bait like roach in the top half of the swim. (That was the second bit of luck; the first was when I dropped the pin at the top of the high bank, and watched it roll down the steps and into the water, only to stop, in sight and in reach, on the first shelf.)
One of the lake's old-looking bream made a welcome change
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It was one of those enjoyable mornings when the float keeps going under ( if you look at the first pic, you'll notice the rod is being pulled down by a fish as I stepped back to take a photo) and things refuse - mussels aside - to go wrong. At one point, a hook-pull sprang my rig up the tree to my left. I yanked at it impatiently, and it came out and shot straight up the tree to my right. I snatched it out of there, and it came back to me perfectly intact and not a shot out of place. I didn't want to use all this season's luck up, so, with the sun blazing, I wrapped up at 11.30.
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