Top Quality French Carp Fishing
NEW Lake Record caught on 26th. April 2017 at 76lb 15oz
and 6 different 60lb plus carp And 2 known 70lb plus carp.
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Chapter Eight -
THE DISADVANTAGE OF USING BROLLIES
This is not the first time that this will have been done but it is still a classic.
A very well known angler and I had been celebrating the capture of a special fish so by the time the light began to fade we were both feeling the effects of the celebrations.
After a short time the other angler was fast asleep and I could hear him snoring from fifty yards away. I simply couldn’t sleep and a plan began to develop in my mind.
Quietly I crept up to his brolly system and gently pulled the pegs. By lifting and walking slowly in a circle I managed to turn it round so that the opening was now pointing in the other direction and away from the lake.
Despite him stirring slightly I managed to get the pegs back in and return to my swim. The problem then was that I began to realise that I would probably be asleep when he woke up and wouldn’t see the fun.
So that I didn’t miss out I unclipped the float from my marker rod and launched the lead out in front of him. A gentle pull resulted in a couple of bleeps from his alarm. I heard him stir and then gave it the biggun.
The alarm burst into life and I heard him undo the zip of the sleeping bag. He rolled out of bed towards his rods but now found himself between the bed and the back of the bivvy.
In the moonlight I could see his fingers pushing through the fabric and then a booming voice echoed “Where the @*@* has the door gone?” I could control myself no longer and burst into fits of giggles.
A pair of eyes stared back at me and the booming voice simply said “Bastard”. Quality.
I knew that the above prank would be repaid but I didn’t know how or when. In fact it had been so long since I had carried out the deed that I had been lured into a false sense ofsecurity until the middle of one particularly dark night.
I was using tournament 5000 reels which meant that it was necessary to fish off of the front clutches.
In so doing it was necessary, after casting out, to slackening off the clutch, to act as a “baitrunner” and then, upon getting a bite, it was a case of grabbing the spool, setting the hook, tightening the clutch gently and then playing the fish.
At silly o’clock in the morning one of my rods absolutely melted away.
I leapt out of bed, picked up the rod, grabbed the front of the spool and leaned back into the fish. Somewhere out in the darkness came a massive and almost silent swirl and the rod hooped over.
The clutch on the reel began to tick as I gently tightened down. Once I felt that the clutch was set right my hand moved to where the handle should have been but some bastard had removed it during my slumbers.
I didn’t need to shout he was already at my shoulder spinning the missing handle with the words “Something missing is there Moorsey?”
We both burst into laughter and with a bit of light on the subject, managed to fit the handle well enough to land a mid thirty common.
I must admit to being well and truly ‘ad.