Dale Turner’s Blog – March 2015

Posted by: Dale Turner on March 17th, 2015

WINTER CAMPAIGN PAYS OFF!!

Well, going on from my last blog, I was going be starting my campaign on my syndicate called Golden Gates in pursuit of the common known as “Bulldozer”.

My new job is great for my fishing, as I only work four days a week, meaning I get Sunday, Monday and Tuesdays off, so plenty of fishing time. I’m really loving the new job. It’s proper starting to pick up in there now with orders and walk-in custom, you can tell Spring is on it’s way.

OK, this will be a quick update on how I’ve been getting on at GGs.

I started my campaign up there on the 7th February, and although I had a couple of nights at my disposal on that session, conditions weren’t great really. It was a proper cold north-westerly wind all weekend, but with nice sunny days which was a plus, and I even got sunburn in February (perks of being a ginger)! I ended up blanking other than a bloody tufty that got the heart going after being in a deep sleep!

After that session I managed to get back the following week for one night. As I was walking around one of the guys that was there just for the day had a 29lb, which was a real confidence boost, as they must of been up and about looking for a bit of grub. I quickly got myself set up at that end of the lake, as darkness was quickly descending. Nothing seemed to happen through the night, however I did hear one roll in the area. I sat it out for most of the day but nothing came of that session.

I managed a couple more nights the the week after that, but still no sign of those carp. And that was it for February for me.

March soon came along and I had my first trip back after a week away from the lake. There had been a few fish out in that week, nothing big but it was good to hear something was happening over there. I got back up there on the 8th March, and by time I had arrived it was 7:00pm in the evening, and pitch-black. I did a lap of the lake to see if I could see any fish showing under the moonlight, well, what little moonlight there was that night.

There were three other anglers on that night too. After walking around and not seeing or hearing anything, I decided I would jump in a swim called No.2 Car Park, as I know that it can be an area that the fish like to be in at this time of year. I was up nice and early with the alarm set for 6:00am, with a culpa in hand, looking to see if they may have been showing or giving any signs of being in the area that time of morning, but they didn’t. There was nothing. No sign of a carp. It looked dead. I left it a little bit longer, drank a couple more cups of tea, but I just didn’t feel right sitting down that end of the lake, so I packed the gear on to the barrow and was soon on the move. I got to an area I fancied, popped the barrow down and sat on the side of the swim looking out over the water. The swim is called Black Roll, not sure why. It has an island to the right of it and a further channel right of that as well going up in to a swim called Front Bay. To the left is all open water. Whilst I was sitting watching one rolled out in open water to the left, so that was good enough for me.

I didn’t hang about getting set up. Once all set I got two fresh new zigs tied up at two different lengths and different colours, hoping that might snare one. I put the zigs out in open water to my left where the fish had rolled, at about 30yds. My last rod I put up the side of the island about a rod length off the island at around 30yds as well. I that fished with a single Choddy, with a Sticky Baits Pineapple & N’Butyric pop up, a new bait for me. Not long after being set up I was laying on the bed looking out on the water when a really good mirror flopped out right over the area I had my zig rods in. I jumped up in excitement thinking, “corrrr any second now.” After seeing that show and the one early on it was a proper confidence boost, they had to be in the area for sure. So I decided it was time for a brew. Halfway though making that, suddenly the left hand rod, which was on one of the zigs dropped to the deck! I wound down on it but didn’t connect with anything. It could have been a savage liner or, more than likely, it could of been an aborted take.

The day went on without any more action or shows. Before I knew it darkness had soon set in and my good mate Mark had come down for quick overnighter. He dropped in next door to me and we had a bit of a catch up, drank loads of tea and talked about Glastonbury Festival, as we are both going this year. Before we knew it it was gone 11.00pm, so we both decided to hit the sack. At around 3:00am the right hand rod up the side of the island on the Choddy let out a few beeps. As I rolled round to have a look out of the bag, whatever had hooked itself on my rig had started slowly taking line off the clutch. I’d love to say I smoothly transitioned from my sleeping bag, into my boots, before calmly lifting into the fish and playing it like a pro, but in truth, I exited the bag with all the grace of a wounded elephant trapped inside a huge duvet cover. I finally managed to get my wellies and head torch on as I played it, which, in the end, wasn’t much of fight and more of a slow plod up-and-down in front of me. Once under the rod tip it went mental, causing the water to erupt and charged off on a run up to my right. I soon had it back out in front of me and as it came in under the rod tip I got a glimpse – it was a big, long common. By now my legs had gone to jelly and I was in such a state after seeing it, that I ended up taking a step to the left where margin drops a little deeper, and filled my boot with freezing water! She came up for quick gulp of air and I swiped the net under her. Was it the Bulldozer, I wondered? I peered in over the net and realised it wasn’t him, but it was a big common nonetheless. I went and got Mark up to come along and help weigh her, as I’d left my weigh bar at home and wanted to get a proper reading. She pulled the needle on scales around to 30lb 2oz. A well deserved winter bar of Golden Gates gold. All my hard work up in the cold weather had paid off.

I slipped her into the retainer until first light so I could get some pukka shots of my prize. As soon as it became light we got her out on the mat and got a few shots before slipping her back. It was time for a celebratory cuppa. We sat and both had a look through the Golden Gates website trying to work out which common it was because neither me or Mark had seen it before, but no joy. A new 30-pounder maybe? Mark soon had to get going for work so I sat it out for a couple more hours but nothing else happened after that so I decided to pack up and go home to see my girlfriend.

It’s now the middle of March and time is ticking for me up there. The season ends 1st May, but a lot could happen in that time, so you never know – the next blog could hopefully be about the capture of the Bulldozer!

 

Until then, thanks for reading, tight lines.

Dale

Dale Turner's Blog – March 2015 – News – Trakker

Not quite the Bulldozer, but a lovely 30lb+ common nonetheless.

Dale Turner's Blog – March 2015 – News – Trakker

We couldn’t quite figure out which fish this one was, or if had ever even been caught at all!

 

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Dale Turner’s Blog – March 2015

Posted by: Dale Turner on March 17th, 2015

WINTER CAMPAIGN PAYS OFF!!

Well, going on from my last blog, I was going be starting my campaign on my syndicate called Golden Gates in pursuit of the common known as “Bulldozer”.

My new job is great for my fishing, as I only work four days a week, meaning I get Sunday, Monday and Tuesdays off, so plenty of fishing time. I’m really loving the new job. It’s proper starting to pick up in there now with orders and walk-in custom, you can tell Spring is on it’s way.

OK, this will be a quick update on how I’ve been getting on at GGs.

I started my campaign up there on the 7th February, and although I had a couple of nights at my disposal on that session, conditions weren’t great really. It was a proper cold north-westerly wind all weekend, but with nice sunny days which was a plus, and I even got sunburn in February (perks of being a ginger)! I ended up blanking other than a bloody tufty that got the heart going after being in a deep sleep!

After that session I managed to get back the following week for one night. As I was walking around one of the guys that was there just for the day had a 29lb, which was a real confidence boost, as they must of been up and about looking for a bit of grub. I quickly got myself set up at that end of the lake, as darkness was quickly descending. Nothing seemed to happen through the night, however I did hear one roll in the area. I sat it out for most of the day but nothing came of that session.

I managed a couple more nights the the week after that, but still no sign of those carp. And that was it for February for me.

March soon came along and I had my first trip back after a week away from the lake. There had been a few fish out in that week, nothing big but it was good to hear something was happening over there. I got back up there on the 8th March, and by time I had arrived it was 7:00pm in the evening, and pitch-black. I did a lap of the lake to see if I could see any fish showing under the moonlight, well, what little moonlight there was that night.

There were three other anglers on that night too. After walking around and not seeing or hearing anything, I decided I would jump in a swim called No.2 Car Park, as I know that it can be an area that the fish like to be in at this time of year. I was up nice and early with the alarm set for 6:00am, with a culpa in hand, looking to see if they may have been showing or giving any signs of being in the area that time of morning, but they didn’t. There was nothing. No sign of a carp. It looked dead. I left it a little bit longer, drank a couple more cups of tea, but I just didn’t feel right sitting down that end of the lake, so I packed the gear on to the barrow and was soon on the move. I got to an area I fancied, popped the barrow down and sat on the side of the swim looking out over the water. The swim is called Black Roll, not sure why. It has an island to the right of it and a further channel right of that as well going up in to a swim called Front Bay. To the left is all open water. Whilst I was sitting watching one rolled out in open water to the left, so that was good enough for me.

I didn’t hang about getting set up. Once all set I got two fresh new zigs tied up at two different lengths and different colours, hoping that might snare one. I put the zigs out in open water to my left where the fish had rolled, at about 30yds. My last rod I put up the side of the island about a rod length off the island at around 30yds as well. I that fished with a single Choddy, with a Sticky Baits Pineapple & N’Butyric pop up, a new bait for me. Not long after being set up I was laying on the bed looking out on the water when a really good mirror flopped out right over the area I had my zig rods in. I jumped up in excitement thinking, “corrrr any second now.” After seeing that show and the one early on it was a proper confidence boost, they had to be in the area for sure. So I decided it was time for a brew. Halfway though making that, suddenly the left hand rod, which was on one of the zigs dropped to the deck! I wound down on it but didn’t connect with anything. It could have been a savage liner or, more than likely, it could of been an aborted take.

The day went on without any more action or shows. Before I knew it darkness had soon set in and my good mate Mark had come down for quick overnighter. He dropped in next door to me and we had a bit of a catch up, drank loads of tea and talked about Glastonbury Festival, as we are both going this year. Before we knew it it was gone 11.00pm, so we both decided to hit the sack. At around 3:00am the right hand rod up the side of the island on the Choddy let out a few beeps. As I rolled round to have a look out of the bag, whatever had hooked itself on my rig had started slowly taking line off the clutch. I’d love to say I smoothly transitioned from my sleeping bag, into my boots, before calmly lifting into the fish and playing it like a pro, but in truth, I exited the bag with all the grace of a wounded elephant trapped inside a huge duvet cover. I finally managed to get my wellies and head torch on as I played it, which, in the end, wasn’t much of fight and more of a slow plod up-and-down in front of me. Once under the rod tip it went mental, causing the water to erupt and charged off on a run up to my right. I soon had it back out in front of me and as it came in under the rod tip I got a glimpse – it was a big, long common. By now my legs had gone to jelly and I was in such a state after seeing it, that I ended up taking a step to the left where margin drops a little deeper, and filled my boot with freezing water! She came up for quick gulp of air and I swiped the net under her. Was it the Bulldozer, I wondered? I peered in over the net and realised it wasn’t him, but it was a big common nonetheless. I went and got Mark up to come along and help weigh her, as I’d left my weigh bar at home and wanted to get a proper reading. She pulled the needle on scales around to 30lb 2oz. A well deserved winter bar of Golden Gates gold. All my hard work up in the cold weather had paid off.

I slipped her into the retainer until first light so I could get some pukka shots of my prize. As soon as it became light we got her out on the mat and got a few shots before slipping her back. It was time for a celebratory cuppa. We sat and both had a look through the Golden Gates website trying to work out which common it was because neither me or Mark had seen it before, but no joy. A new 30-pounder maybe? Mark soon had to get going for work so I sat it out for a couple more hours but nothing else happened after that so I decided to pack up and go home to see my girlfriend.

It’s now the middle of March and time is ticking for me up there. The season ends 1st May, but a lot could happen in that time, so you never know – the next blog could hopefully be about the capture of the Bulldozer!

 

Until then, thanks for reading, tight lines.

Dale

Dale Turner's Blog – March 2015 – News – Trakker

Not quite the Bulldozer, but a lovely 30lb+ common nonetheless.

Dale Turner's Blog – March 2015 – News – Trakker

We couldn’t quite figure out which fish this one was, or if had ever even been caught at all!

 

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