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I opted for the chod rig fishing at a range of 30 yards tight to over hanging features on the far bank, knowing the chod with nestle over any debris on the bottom giving me maximum presentation. With both rods on the dance floor with white northern special pop-ups on each rod over a good kilo of cell. I sat in the bivvy watching the sun go down after a very warm day, hoping that I was in for bite. I hit the bag and started cracking on with Kevin Nash’s demon eye, what a read I have to say! Eventually I got my head down but wasn’t easy sleeping listening to fish constantly crashing all over the lake. It was a quite night with no action. The sun was starting the rise and I was beginning to think it was not going to happen, typical!
But.. Out the blue the right hand rod ripped off with arguably the best sound a carp fisherman can hear, a delkim in full voice! I scrambled out the bivvy, reached for the rod and straight away the immense power I received was unbelievable with a very angry carp charging for the deep water and even worse a very large weed bed! Stopping this fish was inevitable as It kept going and going, eventually she slowed up, I tweaked the clutch and and starting gaining line. It was slow progress but each turn I was on the reel was a win! With the fish plodding right to left you really could feel the weight on the end, by this time my legs where like jelly knowing that I was attached to a decent fish!
A big grey mirror finally broke the surface about 10 yards in front of me, my jaw dropped, heart in my mouth as I slid the net under quite simply the biggest fish that was about the grace the my net. And she was in safe and sound I threw the rod down and peered into my net. Wait no surely not. I turned the fish on to its side and there was the 3 scales, it was only tri scale again, Max’s target. Staring in disbelief, it was a unit! I safely got her onto the mat, the sun was just coming up at a guess it would of been around 6:30. Nailed an inch back in the bottom lip really couldn’t of asked for a better hook hold! I gently lifted her into the retainer sling and let her recover In the water. Now it was time to go wake Connor and Max, oh no.
I slipped my shoes on not putting my heels in properly and set off to Connor who was about 40 odd yards away from my swim, I stumbled over to Connors swim and making enough noise skidding all over the place. I peaked into his bivvy and said “Connor you fag get up, just had Tri Scale again!” He turned over and and replied, no way! He got himself up and we both made our way to Max’s swim which was about 80 yards away from mine, again I peeked into his brolly and said “I’ve just had Tri Scale” he turned over and looked me in which can only be describes as a grumpy way. Can hardly blame him being woken up to someone saying they have just caught your target.
But being the good sport Max is he got up and we got Tri Scale out for weighing, she went 32.4oz in the end , chuffed was an understatement. Max and Connor also took some brilliant shots, proper trophy shots. Releasing her into the depths and watching her swim away for me is one of the best bits in carp fishing. Also went on the catch a stunning 22lbs common the next day to top off a brilliant session.
I had a swim in mind as I arrived, it was a corner on one side of the pit, with reeds and pads in the far margin, but there were no obvious signs of fish, so both me and Tosh carried on walking until we ended up on the other side of the pit which is the shallower end being 2ft in places. In the particular swim we were standing in, there are three sets of pads , and reeds to my right, and after 5 minutes standing there, in-between the first 2 sets of pads, a big, long fish rolled over and broke the surface. I looked at Tosh who was already looking at me nodding his head, and I knew he agreed with my mind that this was the swim for tonight.
I ran to the car and in the process getting back down to the swim with all the gear, another fish rolled to my right hand margin. By now I was itching to get the rods out, so I quickly tied up a hinge stiff rig accompanied by a 12mm white NS1 pop up, and flicked it to the left of the pads. I left it there for 10 minutes until I put out a couple of handfuls of Live System chops over the top. I then set up the right hand rod, and because I opted to flick it out only a rod length to my right hand margin, I really focused on the camouflage of the setup , by testing the leaders and lead clips in the margin until I found the best one. The rig that followed is one that I’ve kept secret to myself, to try and get the best out of it, but a critically balanced bait is used. I flicked it out and Boilie chops followed. Tosh had to unfortunately leave at this point, as he had work early the following morning, so I put the brolly up, put the kettle on, and made myself a brew while watching the lake darken.
Nothing much happened until around 10pm when, because fishing in shallow water, the coots where diving and picking up my right hand rod constantly! I must of shooed them away 50 times an hour! At 11pm they finally left my baits alone and I recast my right rod to put a fresh hook bait on and freebies followed. I had another quick cuppa, and then hit the sack.
6am I was awoken to my right rod bleeping away and as it stopped, I turned to see that the coots were back again. They are such a nuisance! Now I’m not going to lie, I just turned my head and went back to sleep, as I had work later on and felt that with the coots there, that was it.. But it wasn’t.
Delkim owners will know what I mean when I say it’s such a great buzz when the bite alarm goes into it’s 2nd tone and doesn’t stop! Well at 8am my right rod signalled a very powerful take, I jumped out of my brolly to see that the rod was bending double, as the clutch was set fairly tight. I lifted into the fish, which had reached the 2nd set of pads. I kept steady pressure, trying to retrieve an inch of line at a time to avoid it getting in there for good. I managed to steer it clear of the pads, and it kited left just under the surface, which gave me a first glimpse to what was hanging on the other end! A GOODEN!
I took my crocs and socks off (yes, crocs and socks) and pulled the legs of my trackies up so I could wade out to get into prime netting position. While doing this, the fish suddenly shot off, shredding line off the spool. The power of this fish was spectacular! I eventually gained back yards of line until it was just in front of me, which then I reached out, grabbed and got the net prime and ready. The fish plodded and plunged around with its weight and length in front of the net cord, so I let the rod do all the work until a decent Common rose and hit the surface.
I got the rod behind me and scooped the fish in the net with relief. What a battle! I cut the rig, and put a fresh one out, zeroed the sling and then slid her into the sling and hoisted her onto my new and now christened Trakker Sanctuary mat. I instantly noticed that the rig worked well as the hook hold was dead centre of the bottom lip. Absolutely nailed! I attached the sling to my Reaben Heatons, which read… What?… No!… My first UK 30 pounder at 30lb 4oz! It was The Big Common. I was ecstatic to say the least! I quickly got on the way with the filming for EssexAnglingTV and got some stills with my new personal best! It all paid off in the end, when I thought the birds ruined my chances. But catching one of the A-Team certainly put lots of confidence in my rig!
I got in the water to hold her until she was ready to go, and she sure was, slapping the water with her tail and giving me a farewell soaking. Happy Days!
I was drinking coffee like it was on tap for around two hours whilst looking out over Cross and messing about with my new toys. I had recently purchased a set of new Delkim TXI’s and whilst sipping on a brew I was getting used to their settings. Not aware what I had done the receiver suddenly started to fearlessly vibrate in my hands? Puzzled… What an earth was going on? I switched the volume up to be met with what was only to be described as a tearing take in my hands. As a natural instinct, one that comes to all of us as carp anglers, I leaped up to my rods which were slightly out of view to be greeted with the right hand rod bending round and the clutch spinning out of control.