If memory serves me right it was around the last few days of August, or the beginning of September when I finally got my chance, and I wasn’t disappointed. As I had anticipated they were there and in a big way too! I started catching from the off, and with the aid of the bait boat, I could give them plenty of bait and keep them interested!
My first session in there produced fish to mid-30’s, and it wasn’t long before I banked my first Burghfield forty at a very pleasing 46lb 4oz.
I couldn’t put a foot wrong and was catching on every trip, sometimes up to 4 fish a morning, but I knew it wouldn’t be long before they sussed me. With that in mind I decided to fish really hard over my holiday managing two five-night stints and a whole seven nighter during September and October. To say it went well would be an understatement. In-fact I never blanked!
I also wanted to keep things a little low key, so was only telling close mates about my captures. On one particular morning a chap that was fishing behind, in an area called Alsatian Bay had asked me if I was getting pestered by the bream, as my buzzers had been going mad all morning; I’m a bit on the deaf side so always have them up full blast!! Through gritted teeth, I said I had been and felt really bad for it – sorry mate!
Also, on a different morning one of the bailiff’s, Craig, had popped in to see me, I had literally just got one in the sack to give it a few minutes’ rest before doing self takes. I was amazed he never clicked with the wet net and mat, 30 minutes passed before I eventually gave in and ask him to take a photo!!!
I managed around 25 bites but was still a little bit disappointed in myself as I lost around seven of those, mainly due to hook pulls. I put this down to a couple of factors and kicked myself for not realising earlier!!