It didn’t take me long to get things organised, 2 rods were positioned either side of the pre baited area as before and the 3rd was fished out towards an overhanging bush just off the island on the “naked chod”.
I sat down and fired up the Coleman for the first brew of the session, soon after one of the bailiff’s popped round for a chat, I gleaned all the information I could and as it turned out I was in the right spot for my target fish as the point I was on was the scene of its’ first capture of the year for the last few seasons on the bounce and with the mild s’westerly pushing right in here it couldn’t have looked any better!
I sat on the bedchair with my eyes fixed to the water all afternoon but didn’t see anything to note although my confidence was still high. Just before the light started to fade I thought I would get some grub on the go and before I knew it I had a spag bowl boiling up on the Coleman large enough to fill an army followed by a tin of your finest fruit cocktail!
As the sun slowly sank on the horizon I was met by a stunning sunset, the kind that takes your breath away, I’m sure some people take them for granted but I will never tire of them.
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| No words needed.... |
I decided to get into the bag a little after 11pm and just as I was beginning to nod off a few bleeps from the Neville brought me back to reality, I rolled over to look at the Neville and right before my eyes I could make out the glow of the right hand hanger crack the blank twice on the bounce then hanging there! I jumped straight out of the bag into my boots and ran towards the rods, it was pitch black so I quickly turned around and grabbed my head torch. Just as I got to the rod the bobbin fell back to the deck, I held on to the line willing for a pull but felt nothing, I lifted the rod hoping to be met with resistance but unfortunately wasn’t, turning around and grabbing the head torch had cost me a fish, I was absolutely gutted! I sent Pete a text venting my anger at my bad angling, I didn’t get a reply……he knows me too well!
I tied on a fresh bait and put it back out towards the bush on the island, pretty much pub chucked if I’m honest! , then got back in the bag in a huff!
Before I knew it my Blackberry was waking me from my slumber at 6am, I rolled over and fired up the Coleman before rolling a smoke. I only had a few hours before I had to be off but it still looked good for it. I drank countless coffees over the next few hours whilst willing my Neville to sing it’s merry tune but it never did. I had a slow pack up at about 9am leaving the rods until the last minute but by 10am I had to call it a day, I threw the rods on the barrow and made my way up the boggy path towards the van with a slight feeling of rejection.
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| All packed up and ready for home.... |
It’s now the following Tuesday and I have just about got over it, but unfortunately due to making a trip down to Devon to see family on Thursday I can’t get back down the Pit until Monday at the very earliest, the kit is already sorted so it’s just a case of the loading the van and heading down there.
Until then,
Smithy
