After an hour and forty five minute drive home I was so shattered I couldn’t face driving straight back, so I set the alarm and went straight to bed, before leaving again at 4am. By 6am I had my rods out, one on a shallow plateau to the right that I could easily see from the bank, and the other two flicked out underarm on little clear spots in the weed. I could make these out too, and they were so shallow it was impossible to feel the lead down even that close in. I was on my favourite stiff rigs again, but have modified it in a couple of ways. I’ve begun to use bait screws instead of tying on my pop up hook baits and have found them superb, as well as giving the whole rig another stealthy edge. Gone is a big piece of floss biting into the bait, and now with these screws the bait looks exactly the same as all of the free baits. They easily stay on too when screwed directly through and into the cork centre.
I’ve also started using Gardner Drop Out Chod Safety Clips now the weed is up. These are simply a plastic C clip that hooks between the lead and a ring that I put on the end of my helicopter set up. A buffer bead sits over everything, but even with light 1.5oz leads this plastic clip discharges the lead easily. This is a distinct advantage when playing fish in heavy weed, and is certainly the best method I have found when using a helicopter/rotary rig, which are more difficult to use lead discharge systems with.
I put around 30 baits around each rod, and sat back in the sun with that great feeling that after all the trauma of my tackle bag I was finally fishing. It all began to look good too, as by mid morning I began to see several fish push their way through the surface weed towards me, and I heard a couple roll out towards the big plateau to my right. I had set the Tempest Air well back as I was fishing so close in, but set my clutches tightly so as not allow any takes to get a real head of steam up and into the weed. At about lunchtime I had a fizzing run on the plateau rod, and what I thought was a tight clutch was giving line at a fast rate. The fish was up on the top almost immediately and I knew the lead had come off, and as a result despite the heavy weed I had no problems netting an angry 22lb common soon after. This was a great boost to have a fish so early, but I was slightly worried as all of that disturbance in the shallow water may put paid to any more action. I needn’t have worried as a couple of hours later I was in on one of the other rods fished on a clear spot about the size of a dustbin lid really close in. I’m certain this was only 18 inches deep, but sure enough the fish liked it. This one felt heavier and locked me up in the heavy weed several times, before I could guide it out in the clearer edge that I had raked out the night before. I saw it a few times in the shallow water and could tell it was a good one. The problem I had was netting it in the shallow water, as the fish before had bought in a big weed bed, and I was at full stretch with the 6 foot pole trying to reach it. Time and again I had it up and coming towards the net, only for it to power off every time I thought I had it beaten. Finally I pulled it over the net cord, and could tell it was a thirty, at 32lb 4oz to be exact. This one came on a washed out pink Essential B5 pop up over my usual red colour, a tactic that I’m sure has bought me some bonus fish this year.
That was it for that day, and I could see all of the remaining fish had departed, leaving the shallows for the main part of the lake as the evening came. I hoped the following day would follow the same pattern, and I prayed for another nice warm sunny day. The following morning came and was one of those lovely mid summer mornings which tell you its going to be a hot day even minutes after the sun comes up. My prayers were answered too, as again at around 9am I began to see the first fish appear in front of me, and I knew my rods were all out perfectly from the evening before. Again the close in rod was away, but this time with a much slower take and more plodding fight, the sign of a big fish. This one locked me up in a big unseen weed bed, and after a while of not being able to move it, I slackened off in the hope it would free itself. Five minutes later the line was picking up and I had it moving again, only for it to lock up solidly again seconds later. After hooking it so close in it was frustrating that it was so close, and soon after the hook came out, probably due to the poor line angles created by the weed. I hate losing fish, but on this lake which contains fish to over 50lbs it really hurts. I added a scaley 16lb mirror later that morning, and again got my rods positioned perfectly for the following morning. My luck deserted me though, as the next day came in with a cold wind and noticeably cooler temperatures. Sure enough the fish never returned, and I packed away later that morning without seeing anything at all.
I was still delighted, and now with the weed right up it looks excellent for my favourite type of close in angling. I’ll let you know what happens soon…