Working in the tackle trade has its benefits but when you spend Friday afternoon listening to other angler’s plans for the weekend, knowing you have no time to fish yourself, it’s frustrating to say the least. However, an unexpected text freed up my evening, so I tried to get my mind in gear and make the most of it. By 1915 I was at the Marsh with two rods fishing along its lily lined margins. There were anglers at either end of the lake but this didn’t matter as the swim I fancied was vacant. I’d walked the lake a couple of nights previously and although I’d seen bubbles everywhere, this particular spot had been alive with them.
On the left I fished a helicopter rig and a snowman set up with a PVA bag of crushed boilies attached. The right hand rod was a chod rig and pop up boilie. I scattered about a dozen freebies around each bait and fed a few handfuls of pellets every now and again throughout the session. After an hour I switched the boilie on the chod rig for two pieces of floating fake corn. I know the chod is supposed to be a boilie rig but the fake corn has caught me a couple of Tench in the past too.
The evening was cloudy and close with a gentle breeze from the North. Once again there were loads of bubblers in the swim and the occasional fish rolled but I think these were Bream. As the sky grew dark my baited areas were boiling with bubbles. On any other water you’d think a take was an absolute certainty but I’ve seen this so many times here, I don’t get too excited. However I have a plan for next time!
Away to the west a local pub was starting its annual beer festival weekend, the sound of a live band drifted across the countryside, old rock & roll covers aren’t my thing… By 2145 it was getting dark. I’d remembered my torch so packing up wasn’t a necessity but a bit of drizzle was starting to come down. I’d had a fix and was ready for home.
We had planned to get down to a lake on Sunday evening too but a couple of massive storms washed away those plans. Instead we had to settle for watching the first test meander to a draw. There had been moments of drama and some good cricket over the five days but pitches like this do absolutely nothing for test cricket. The test will be memorable for Jimmy Anderson’s maiden test fifty and I enjoyed this innings as much as any I’ve seen in recent years. Mid-summer madness is about to reach its peak but after that things will calm down and hopefully I’ll have time to do some proper fishing. I haven’t got anywhere near the Tench and Carp in the Marsh this season and I really want to put that right. I want to get out after some Broadland Bream before the summer ends too.