8am until 4pm
This weekend Davey was up North!
Our annual fishing trip was going to be on the Trent, but after a change of plan Davey headed to Hotel Hexham for some northern fun. The Trent trip will have to be done another time!
Arriving in good time on Thursday evening it was food, crime and punishment and bed. A 6am wake up call awaited Davey.
Setting off, we headed south, Moulton Lane Pond was our destination. Carp, Barbel, Bream and Tench was our quarry.
Arriving before 8am, I headed to the swims I knew. "They will be perfect", I told Davey.
We started to set up.
"It wasn't raining when we left the car?" queried Davey.
"Its not raining" I replied.
The tree we were sat under was dripping the early morning dew on us. A 5m section of bank was soaked, the rest dry as a bone. But this is where I proclaimed was "perfect!"
Bless him, he accepted it and we fished in the rain for an hour, while the rest of Britain was dry and sunny!!
Soon a group of match men arrived, they had all the gear, and as we watched them fish throughout the day, if was clear they also had all the idea!! On our way home, we discussed how well they fished, how relaxed they were playing fish, feeding, position and baiting. One day we may be like that, but until then, we will just be us. This obviously meant that Davey would trip over before wetting a line, standard for him!
We were soon listening to the match anglers banter, and it was great to be on a lake with some social craic. It was peaceful but also friendly. The fishing was surprisingly slow.
The chatter was interrupted eventually by my reel spinning around. I was in. A chunky Carp was quickly in the net.
Davey's float, as big as an iceberg, remained floating though!! He moved around the margins hoping for a bite, but nothing came.
Soon he was busy though, netting my first Barbel.
Shortly, I was three quarters of the way through our target as a small skimmer (bream) was netted.
As the sun came out to warm us up, the match was hotting up and even the iceberg went under. Davey was in. It was my turn to net the fish. As luck would have it, he managed that remaing quarter!! A Tench was ours.
I managed to double up on the Carp and Barbel and continued to catch Bream fairly often. Davey did not catch anything else, but he managed to not fall asleep, so a good result all round.
As we headed home 3 questions remained.
1. What will we catch tomorrow?
2. Who won the match?
And
3. After this beer, what's for dinner?
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