When I pushed my barrow back to the van that day, I actually had a week off work. So, I literally drove from Welly straight to one of my new venues, a lake on the famous Wasing Estate, called ‘Rowneys’. It’s a 40 acre gravel pit with the complete set of features, consisting of shallow and deep (25+ feet) water areas, islands, an extensive out of bounds area (7 acres), thick weed and a sense of the unknown when it comes to fish stock.
Randomly, on my first night on the venue I managed a hat-trick of carp in a mentally hectic three-hour spell at first light. Clearly a group of fish rolled in and took a liking to the large grained, garlic infused hemp seed plateau that was on offer.
This was when my confidence in then on-test ‘Ultra Sink’ Tungsten hooklink spiked literally overnight. I’ve always been exceedingly particular about skinned hooklink materials; but luckily this stuff has proven to be superb! It clearly sinks, but it also knots superbly and straightens well under pressure without necessarily using a kettle – if you do use a kettle it straightens perfectly, and the heat sets the memory. The outer skin doesn’t split as you bed down loop knots (always lubricate knots with go-faster saliva before pulling down knots). If you critically balance your rigs and hook baits too, you will find it kicks out and resets like a stiff boom section should. All three of the fish I had in that mental three hours, were proper nailed.
Although I was really happy at moving on to Wasing, when a ticket landed out of the blue for a very special lake up in the Cotswolds, that venue was to become my focal point from that point until mid-Autumn.
I have never been a huge fan of fishing through the summer, but I chose this period to get my bearings on this wonderful, mature and rustic looking 35-acre pit. It’s a decent walk to all areas of the lake and every swim offers something different. My approach in these four or so months, was to just learn the areas of the lake. With 15 or so nights now under my belt, I know significantly more than I did when I first rocked up. Sadly, I only have only one lost carp (on Glastonbury Saturday) to really show for my efforts. Well, apart from the 17 tench that have all disrupted my best laid plans at the most unwanted times, typically at last or first light. Although it’s pleasing at times to nail a tinker, I have found them to be a bit of a pest. Seven of them coming in one 24 hour period, was far from ideal. But I was catching fish, right! Ha-ha.