The Originals

Posted by: Lawrence East on July 3rd, 2017

As the weekend approached, along with my flight to Gran Canaria for a week’s holiday on the Saturday afternoon, I knew there just enough time to squeeze in one more session, despite what the other-half said. It was Thursday morning and the weather was looking increasingly ‘carpy’, so I decided to book Friday off work. I arrived down at the lake around 3pm and after a brisk walk around the lake it became apparent the fish were held up in front of the shallow swims so I decided to set up in a swim known as Shallows 2. With the ever growing weed growth which was now up to the surface in places it took me seven or eight initial casts to find a spot that was fishable which obviously pushed the fish away in the end but it was necessary with 48 hours ahead of me. The spot I had found was at 100 yards range and as soon as the lead was hitting the water it was plugging into the silt with a heavy lead, in the end I was having to hit the clip and pull my rod back as fast as I could to allow the lead to fall under its natural weight and rest gently onto the area, which wasn’t completely clear, but clear enough to present a bait over.

Over the first few hours more and more fish started to show again and just as the light was fading I had an obligatory tench on my right hand rod, which I wasn’t to concerned about as I figured if I tench could pick my bait up, a carp most certainly could, game on! The night was pretty quiet until 2am when my middle rod went into meltdown but after locking the rod up and trying to turn the fish, I suffered a rare hookpull, if I said I was guttered, it would be an understatement. It was only the second hook pull I’d suffered all year, despite the heavy weed conditions but I guess you can’t choose how the fish pick your bait up. The following morning was uneventful and I was up at first light with the kettle on when to my left hand side in front of a swim called Shallows 1, I saw bow wave after bow wave so by 8am, I’d had enough and went to investigate. This particular swim you can literally wade out for up to 80 yards and to the left of the swim is a channel which leads to the back bays and due to the shallow water, the weed growth was to the surface. As I wadded out 30 yards there were carp everywhere, almost swimming around my feet! If I said I gently turned round and waded quietly to my peg I’d be lying as I got excited and almost sprinted back making a right racket like a noddy! I packed all the gear down within 10 minutes and moved to Shallows 1 where I eventually waded three rigs out and lowered them on clear spots, amongst the weed, with a few chopped baits around them.

Over the next hour I watched the fish swimming about and as I sat on the edge of my Levelite, I was starting to get restless and thought maybe they were sussing the pop-up rigs out and I needed a bottom bait rig on the clear spots to fool them. As I grabbed my tackle box, my left hand rod placed against the island in the deeper water before the channel went into meltdown and I was attached to an angry carp! I waded out towards the fish with my line like a washing line due to all the weed hung on it, but eventually I slipped the net under a jet-black mid-double mirror which I was over the moon with. As you can imagine, with all the commotion the fish soon pushed out from Shallows 1 and I decided to move once again back into Shallows 2 for my final night in the knowledge I’d have to be packed away by 8.00am to catch a plane!

Originals

I was beginning to think they’d sussed me out when this one kindly picked up the hookbait!

The rest of the evening was quiet and it wasn’t until 2am again when the same rod as the previous night was away again and after promptly missing my crocs and running out in just my socks, I bent into another fish. Straight away I could feel a heavy resistance but for the whole fight the fish allowed me to play it along the surface, staying away from any weed beds that may have troubled me. As the fish came in close I remembered the fight with the original Bleasby fish I had the week before and this fish was acting almost identically, in the end I slipped the net under it. Straight away I recognised it was a fish known as “Lump On The Right”, a common which I believe to be well over 60 years old and was one of the original fish stocked in the lake, with only half a dozen of these fish left it was a special moment and one that meant more than any I’d previously had. I guess if you’re not from around this neck of the woods or you’re not familiar with the history of the lake you won’t appreciate what this fish means. I set myself a target at the beginning of the year that I wanted a 30lb+ fish from Bleasby and to catch an original from the lake and having caught two originals in as many weeks including a 30lb+, I went on holiday a very happy man. After we’d done the photographs and slipped her back the heavens opened and although there was chance of another bite and I had a few hours left, I decided to pack away getting soaked in the meantime, but boy, I had the biggest smile on my face! And I managed to catch the plane in time!

Until next time

Lozza

A proper piece of East Midlands’ carping history in my hands.

Target achieved, now I had a plane to catch!

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The Originals

Posted by: Lawrence East on July 3rd, 2017

As the weekend approached, along with my flight to Gran Canaria for a week’s holiday on the Saturday afternoon, I knew there just enough time to squeeze in one more session, despite what the other-half said. It was Thursday morning and the weather was looking increasingly ‘carpy’, so I decided to book Friday off work. I arrived down at the lake around 3pm and after a brisk walk around the lake it became apparent the fish were held up in front of the shallow swims so I decided to set up in a swim known as Shallows 2. With the ever growing weed growth which was now up to the surface in places it took me seven or eight initial casts to find a spot that was fishable which obviously pushed the fish away in the end but it was necessary with 48 hours ahead of me. The spot I had found was at 100 yards range and as soon as the lead was hitting the water it was plugging into the silt with a heavy lead, in the end I was having to hit the clip and pull my rod back as fast as I could to allow the lead to fall under its natural weight and rest gently onto the area, which wasn’t completely clear, but clear enough to present a bait over.

Over the first few hours more and more fish started to show again and just as the light was fading I had an obligatory tench on my right hand rod, which I wasn’t to concerned about as I figured if I tench could pick my bait up, a carp most certainly could, game on! The night was pretty quiet until 2am when my middle rod went into meltdown but after locking the rod up and trying to turn the fish, I suffered a rare hookpull, if I said I was guttered, it would be an understatement. It was only the second hook pull I’d suffered all year, despite the heavy weed conditions but I guess you can’t choose how the fish pick your bait up. The following morning was uneventful and I was up at first light with the kettle on when to my left hand side in front of a swim called Shallows 1, I saw bow wave after bow wave so by 8am, I’d had enough and went to investigate. This particular swim you can literally wade out for up to 80 yards and to the left of the swim is a channel which leads to the back bays and due to the shallow water, the weed growth was to the surface. As I wadded out 30 yards there were carp everywhere, almost swimming around my feet! If I said I gently turned round and waded quietly to my peg I’d be lying as I got excited and almost sprinted back making a right racket like a noddy! I packed all the gear down within 10 minutes and moved to Shallows 1 where I eventually waded three rigs out and lowered them on clear spots, amongst the weed, with a few chopped baits around them.

Over the next hour I watched the fish swimming about and as I sat on the edge of my Levelite, I was starting to get restless and thought maybe they were sussing the pop-up rigs out and I needed a bottom bait rig on the clear spots to fool them. As I grabbed my tackle box, my left hand rod placed against the island in the deeper water before the channel went into meltdown and I was attached to an angry carp! I waded out towards the fish with my line like a washing line due to all the weed hung on it, but eventually I slipped the net under a jet-black mid-double mirror which I was over the moon with. As you can imagine, with all the commotion the fish soon pushed out from Shallows 1 and I decided to move once again back into Shallows 2 for my final night in the knowledge I’d have to be packed away by 8.00am to catch a plane!

Originals

I was beginning to think they’d sussed me out when this one kindly picked up the hookbait!

The rest of the evening was quiet and it wasn’t until 2am again when the same rod as the previous night was away again and after promptly missing my crocs and running out in just my socks, I bent into another fish. Straight away I could feel a heavy resistance but for the whole fight the fish allowed me to play it along the surface, staying away from any weed beds that may have troubled me. As the fish came in close I remembered the fight with the original Bleasby fish I had the week before and this fish was acting almost identically, in the end I slipped the net under it. Straight away I recognised it was a fish known as “Lump On The Right”, a common which I believe to be well over 60 years old and was one of the original fish stocked in the lake, with only half a dozen of these fish left it was a special moment and one that meant more than any I’d previously had. I guess if you’re not from around this neck of the woods or you’re not familiar with the history of the lake you won’t appreciate what this fish means. I set myself a target at the beginning of the year that I wanted a 30lb+ fish from Bleasby and to catch an original from the lake and having caught two originals in as many weeks including a 30lb+, I went on holiday a very happy man. After we’d done the photographs and slipped her back the heavens opened and although there was chance of another bite and I had a few hours left, I decided to pack away getting soaked in the meantime, but boy, I had the biggest smile on my face! And I managed to catch the plane in time!

Until next time

Lozza

A proper piece of East Midlands’ carping history in my hands.

Target achieved, now I had a plane to catch!

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