The Realities of Life

Posted by: Jim Wilson on December 7th, 2015

As I sit and tap this on the laptop on the first of December, I’m not long home from only my fourth fishing trip since the beginning of July due to a whole host of reasons, some of which have really tested my resolve to get back out on the bank at all to be honest. Not fishing-related reasons at all, but sometimes the realities of life can bite and that can often add some perspective to things, and for the first time in a long time I found the flames that fanned my fire to chase carp were waning almost to the point of extinction, sounds dramatic I know, but that is honestly where I was and how I felt due to everything I had going on in real life. Fishing has always been my reset time, where I sort my thoughts and compartmentalise everything back into a state of order that allows me to function back in the real world, and without that urge or time, the later part of this year had dragged, almost mercilessly along without any sign of rest bite.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

One of the last before my break.

Late September found me finally getting the urge to go fishing and the embers started to smoulder again. Due to work I could only manage what I call comfortable overnighters, mid-afternoons till mid-mornings, definitely not the work nights but not long sessions either, I headed to my local syndicate where there is an awesome mid-forty mirror that I would love to meet in person. The lake hadn’t been fishing great, but it was nice to get out and blow the cobwebs away and try and get back into the swing of things. I blanked, but it was nice to be back on the bank and out in to fresh air again. I managed a quick session the following week, another comfortable overnighter, but alas it wasn’t to be again, and just as I was getting back into the swing of it I had an enforced three-week break due to two weeks in Mexico for a much needed and anticipated holiday.

On landing back in Manchester after an awesome holiday, and one I needed more than I’d ever realised, I almost instantly noticed how mild it felt for early November, and the flames inside started to flicker brighter. Within a few days I’d hatched plans to get out down to the snaggy pit that I’d fished in the spring for a couple of days.

Soon enough I was walking the banks looking out over the sprawling snags, the wind was horrific so boating was out the question and decisions over swims needed to be made from the bank, and after a good few hours looking I opted for the pitch nestled away amongst the tall Norfolk reed mace, a tight and compact swim, which faced a wall of snags around 50 yards out. I decided to keep it simple and fish Helicopter set-ups on all three rods; two on Hinged Stiff Rigs and the third on a balanced wafter presentation. I soon had a hundred or so Hybrid boilies over each area and the hookbaits nestled sweetly amongst the free offerings, for the first time in a long time it felt good to be out, the fresh air felt invigorating and the buzz was slowly fighting back.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

Poised and ready…

I settled in for the night actually confident of a bite, and it came. Just after first light, the left hand rod melted off and I made contact with clearly an angry carp, only briefly though before everything went slack and the fight was over, the hook had pulled. Gutted but not perturbed I tied up a fresh rig and got the rod back on the spot, but that was the only action that came my way.

My most recent trip was a trip to the awesome Bundy’s Pit in Cambridgeshire, a venue I absolutely love but hadn’t fished for in excess of six months, and as I swung the van through the gate mid Sunday morning I could feel the full-on buzz of excitement at getting the rods out finally come back fully.

I spent a good few hours looking and eventually settled for a swim with some known winter form, and on checking my phone, I reminded myself of the skyline markers and distances I needed for previously productive spots, and wrapped out the feature lead to the relevant distances and started flicking the lead around. It quickly became apparent that not much had changed out in the depths since the last time I had fished those spots some two years previously. I soon had a healthy spread of chopped and whole Mainline Cell mixed with sweetcorn and a few pellets out over the spots, around 15 spombs per rod was where I started, two rods were fished on Hinged Stiff rigs with my faithful milky toffee hookbaits and the third was fished as a balanced bottom bait. Once sorted I set about setting up my camp and getting the Tempest Composite positioned to embrace the forecasted big winds. Well that night the wind certainly blew, and with regular deluges of heavy rain it certainly wasn’t ideal conditions to be out in. Come dawn I sat on the side of the bedchair supping the first cuppa of the day when the left-hand rod was away, and after a typical deep-water fight – the bite had come from a spot in 44ft of water – I soon had stunning Bundy’s mirror in the net. Once on the scales they settled on a weight of 30lb 4oz. What a welcome back hey? That was it action wise, but I can tell you, for the first time in a long time, I can’t wait to get back out…

Jim

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

The trusty Sanctuary Retention Sling safely cradling my prize.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

My 30b welcome back 🙂

 

 

 

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The Realities of Life

Posted by: Jim Wilson on December 7th, 2015

As I sit and tap this on the laptop on the first of December, I’m not long home from only my fourth fishing trip since the beginning of July due to a whole host of reasons, some of which have really tested my resolve to get back out on the bank at all to be honest. Not fishing-related reasons at all, but sometimes the realities of life can bite and that can often add some perspective to things, and for the first time in a long time I found the flames that fanned my fire to chase carp were waning almost to the point of extinction, sounds dramatic I know, but that is honestly where I was and how I felt due to everything I had going on in real life. Fishing has always been my reset time, where I sort my thoughts and compartmentalise everything back into a state of order that allows me to function back in the real world, and without that urge or time, the later part of this year had dragged, almost mercilessly along without any sign of rest bite.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

One of the last before my break.

Late September found me finally getting the urge to go fishing and the embers started to smoulder again. Due to work I could only manage what I call comfortable overnighters, mid-afternoons till mid-mornings, definitely not the work nights but not long sessions either, I headed to my local syndicate where there is an awesome mid-forty mirror that I would love to meet in person. The lake hadn’t been fishing great, but it was nice to get out and blow the cobwebs away and try and get back into the swing of things. I blanked, but it was nice to be back on the bank and out in to fresh air again. I managed a quick session the following week, another comfortable overnighter, but alas it wasn’t to be again, and just as I was getting back into the swing of it I had an enforced three-week break due to two weeks in Mexico for a much needed and anticipated holiday.

On landing back in Manchester after an awesome holiday, and one I needed more than I’d ever realised, I almost instantly noticed how mild it felt for early November, and the flames inside started to flicker brighter. Within a few days I’d hatched plans to get out down to the snaggy pit that I’d fished in the spring for a couple of days.

Soon enough I was walking the banks looking out over the sprawling snags, the wind was horrific so boating was out the question and decisions over swims needed to be made from the bank, and after a good few hours looking I opted for the pitch nestled away amongst the tall Norfolk reed mace, a tight and compact swim, which faced a wall of snags around 50 yards out. I decided to keep it simple and fish Helicopter set-ups on all three rods; two on Hinged Stiff Rigs and the third on a balanced wafter presentation. I soon had a hundred or so Hybrid boilies over each area and the hookbaits nestled sweetly amongst the free offerings, for the first time in a long time it felt good to be out, the fresh air felt invigorating and the buzz was slowly fighting back.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

Poised and ready…

I settled in for the night actually confident of a bite, and it came. Just after first light, the left hand rod melted off and I made contact with clearly an angry carp, only briefly though before everything went slack and the fight was over, the hook had pulled. Gutted but not perturbed I tied up a fresh rig and got the rod back on the spot, but that was the only action that came my way.

My most recent trip was a trip to the awesome Bundy’s Pit in Cambridgeshire, a venue I absolutely love but hadn’t fished for in excess of six months, and as I swung the van through the gate mid Sunday morning I could feel the full-on buzz of excitement at getting the rods out finally come back fully.

I spent a good few hours looking and eventually settled for a swim with some known winter form, and on checking my phone, I reminded myself of the skyline markers and distances I needed for previously productive spots, and wrapped out the feature lead to the relevant distances and started flicking the lead around. It quickly became apparent that not much had changed out in the depths since the last time I had fished those spots some two years previously. I soon had a healthy spread of chopped and whole Mainline Cell mixed with sweetcorn and a few pellets out over the spots, around 15 spombs per rod was where I started, two rods were fished on Hinged Stiff rigs with my faithful milky toffee hookbaits and the third was fished as a balanced bottom bait. Once sorted I set about setting up my camp and getting the Tempest Composite positioned to embrace the forecasted big winds. Well that night the wind certainly blew, and with regular deluges of heavy rain it certainly wasn’t ideal conditions to be out in. Come dawn I sat on the side of the bedchair supping the first cuppa of the day when the left-hand rod was away, and after a typical deep-water fight – the bite had come from a spot in 44ft of water – I soon had stunning Bundy’s mirror in the net. Once on the scales they settled on a weight of 30lb 4oz. What a welcome back hey? That was it action wise, but I can tell you, for the first time in a long time, I can’t wait to get back out…

Jim

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

The trusty Sanctuary Retention Sling safely cradling my prize.

The Realities of Life – Jim Wilson – Blog – Trakker

My 30b welcome back 🙂

 

 

 

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