The next long weekend came around very quickly and for some reason it was very busy. I started the weekend better this time, with Danny sat behind me putting me right on my casting, which to be honest was a great help. I used 2.5lb soft action rods and big pit reels and I was well away. It took me no time to get everything set up. As I had caught both fish from the same spot it allowed me to move them round a bit. That weekend I watched the Tench moving over my beds of castor and pellet, but due to it being so busy with carp anglers flying four ounce leads everywhere and it really didn’t fish well. I managed a 6.5 female late at night from the same spot as the week before.
It was a shame I neglected the margins because to my left there was a lovely deep gravel drop off coming from under a bush. On the Sunday morning I thought I had been dreaming about big tench rolling right in this same spot. I woke up thinking to myself that was some dream, but I soon realized it had actually happened. It was unbelievable as I’m a fairly light sleeper and I guess the rolling had been half waking me up, so I was hearing it in a half sleep mode. Stop neglecting the margins I thought! Fifty years of angling and I’ve still not got that one in my head yet.
When the next Thursday evening arrived, I wasn’t really up for it as I’m really not into busy waters. I loaded my poor little Corsa up in the morning until it was overflowing tackle. I did a day’s work and headed down the lake just to have a look. If I didn’t fancy it, I was going to the 120-acre water the next morning at 4am. The wind had swung round and was heading in right at me. I watched the water for a while as I could see my normal spot from this bank, however the tench were rolling on this side and they were big fish. I rushed backed to the car and unloaded all my tackle and barrowed it down to the swim. All thoughts of the other water were quickly gone from my head.
It was all very tight in my new swim and with the wind and now rain hammering in at me, I was forced to set the bivvy up first behind a bush, but still making sure I could see the water in front of me. I started plumbing with a marker float and I was in for a real shock. The weed was horrendous, top to bottom in 11 feet of water. It took me an hour to find small spots in the weed for two rods. I really couldn’t find a third spot and I was just about to give up when a tench rolled between the two spots I had found. I hit a lead straight at it and got a perfect drop at eight rod lengths, so that was that and I got to work baiting and getting the rods out.
The three spots I found weren’t very big and I knew I had to be on the money. It didn’t stop raining until the early hours of the morning and as soon as it did, I was sat next to the rod’s. The fish started showing to my left at about five rod lengths, so I marked the spot in my mind and moved a rod there later in the day as there was a nice sandy hump. At 6am I struck into a very good fish on my middle rod. I moved it out the weed and then it hit some weed closer in. I really don’t know why, but stupidly I gave it more pressure and the hook pulled. I was angry with myself to say the least and on checking the rig I somehow had put the wrong rig on rushing around in the rain the night before.
The day went by very quietly, so I rebaited and recast at 6pm and sat back in my chair. An hour later the middle rod tightened up and pulled out the clip. I was on it straight away and slowly guided the fish though the weed. I had it in the gin clear water in front of me, going back and forwards even the 2.5lbtc rod was giving it’s all. I couldn’t hold it any longer and in the fear of a hook pull, I let it run to the trees to my left 20 yards away and as it got close to them, I put the pressure on and slowly got it back to me and then guided it into the net.
I sat down for a bit, holding the fish in the landing net in the water. I was shaking all over, so I calmed myself down, whilst watching my prize in the net. My mate Rich was away fishing elsewhere, so I couldn’t call him, so I walked down the bank and found a nice lad who was a bailiff. I talked him through my camera and we weighed it together. As soon as I lifted the fish out the water, I knew it was a double and my thoughts were confirmed with a weight of 10lb 8oz.