Isaac and I arrived at “Ted’s Place” around 1800 on a roasting hot August day. We had a look around but once again I failed to find any fishy clues so ended up settling for the same swim yet again. My thinking was twofold, firstly we had plenty of room and secondly I knew this area had received a bit of bait on a fairly regular basis.
Isaac fished with maggots on a whip while I set up the bivvy and everything else. He was catching Rudd right from the off which kept him amused while I did all the chores, including raking out a load more weed and muck. I fished with three rods, a couple with chod rigs, one baited with fake corn the other a pineapple pop up. The third rod had a tutti boilie on a heli rig. I scattered a couple of kilos of pellets around the area as well as a bit of Maize and a few boilies. Now it was a waiting game.
Meanwhile Isaac and I amused ourselves by looking at the stars, eating sausages and making each other laugh. A frog hopping around in the bivvy caused amusement too. By 2030 the wind had increased to a moderate Northerly, there was no rain forecast but we could see lightning on the western horizon. I made sure everything was ship shape just in case. The wind rustled the reeds and whistled through the willows making natural night music.
My main motivation for night fishing this water is to have everything in position ready for fish to hopefully feed in the early morning but I was getting a few liners which gave me hope. By 2230 we were both in our kip bags, Isaac’s chatter slowing down as tiredness took over. Around 2330, just as I was starting to feel drowsy an alarm shrieked as the heli rig ripped off, before I’d got out of the bivvy a second rod was screaming too. An irate Swan bristled in my swim but it wasn’t as pissed off as I was. I recast all three rods then got back in the kip bag to wait for morning.I was up and awake at 0540, closely followed by Isaac who after watching the sunrise recommenced hammering the Rudd while I recast the rods. Would this be my morning? The wind had eased considerably, liners started up again and from time to time a few patches of bubbles erupted. I felt I had a chance but time was short as we had to be away around 0800. We dined on sausage sarnies again, cooked without any spitting or splashing in my new ‘Ridge Monkey’ toaster. This was the first time I’d used it and was impressed. Still the odd patch of fizz appeared and the line twitched occasionally but we ran out of time. An hour later we were at my daughter Maddie’s school as she collected her GCSE results; she made me a very proud dad indeed!