The first day of the annual Chumbley trip and I can confirm the old man has not fallen over once!
This year we decided to do a bit of carp fishing for a change. We settled on Birkwood Fisheries near Wakefield as we could fish on the lakes one day, then the canal the next.
Setting off from North and South we both made our way to the venue. 2 miles from arriving, I was bursting for a wee, managing to just make it (well, not really) in a pub. So after that adventure, I made it to the lake. Davey was there, dry and waiting.
Picking the nearest two swims to the car park cos they looked good, they actually did! We were ready to do some fishing.
I was starting with the ledger rod and pellet as bait, with a small pva bag. Davey was starting with a pike float and sweetcorn, barely a metre from the bank. He had no hooks, so had to borrow one from me. Who comes fishing with no hooks??
A little knock on the rod, and I was soon slaying the beast of Birkwood, showing here....
After a lot of chatting, catching up and cakes, my rod lept forward and was soon heading for the lake. Very slowly as not to follow it into the water, I leant forward and picked up the rod. A good fight later, I soon had a nice little carp in the net.
I re-cast and waited. Suddenly the rod bent over, and I was in again. This felt bigger, slow and deep it swam around. Then suddenly the hook pinged out and the fish was named "the one that got away"
Davey went back to his swim, I think cos I had the put the cakes away and started fishing. Soon he was proclaiming "I'm in" and triumphantly declared a "roachy type thing" as his prize.
It was not long before we were back in the same swim (mine), chatting about old times and enjoying ourselves. I told him he might as well bring his kit over and fish in my swim. So he did. A quick rummage through his bag, and I found packets of hooks!!
The anglers amongst you will know exactly what happened next!!
Dip, dip went his pike float. Strike went the old man, splash, splash, play, net. He had caught a lovely looking carp of about 10lbs in my swim, right under my nose and the rod tip!!
Quickly, I tackled with a float and sweet corn, and joined him.
A few more bites, but no more fish. Back in our digs for a few beers and food, before tomorrow's fishing.
I really enjoy these annual Chumbley trips, is great to set up Daveys tackle and watch him catch all the best fish! Love ya dad.
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