Tom Maker starts the year off with a mega haul from Linear Fisheries Hardwick / Smiths lake!!
A Northern Brace
6th August 2019
Tez Taylor had to stay on his toes whilst fishing a north west boating lake, tactic which produced two of the lake’s best fish!
With ever changing, unpredictable conditions both in the weather and also angling pressure, comes very mobile carp. Tez Taylor endured just that at the start of the opening month on his North West syndicate. After chasing the carp around the large boating lake bagged him one of the larger residents, he ended up back in the area where he started off to bag a second, leaving him satisfied his efforts had been rewarded!
Krill pop-ups fished over a tight baited area of Krill boilles, hemp, tigers and Bloodworm pellets produced all of his bites.
Tez told us: “With the lake I have been targeting operating a close season for the months of May and June, I was keen to get back for the opening on the 1st July. Recces during the close season highlighted that the shallower area of the lake had masses of thick weed growth. This usually means that the club close this section of the lake for fish safety, unsurprisingly at the opening draw this was confirmed by the bailiffs. As there was some warm weather it was no surprise that the bulk of the stock were sat in the shallow area, away from angling pressure and gorging themselves on the abundance of naturals sat in the weed. The plan of attack was to fish as close to this area as was permitted in the hope that any carp that may venture out could be picked off.
“That first night I managed two! Only stockies but it made me confident that the plan may work. How wrong was I! If anything, the presence of anglers and fish with fat lips just seemed to push the rest further into the weeded shallows, way out of reach. A couple of weeks passed with very little action for myself and most of the other anglers, with the odd fish being picked off here and there in open water. It was going to be a waiting game.
“Fast forward to the end of the month and things started to change. Heavy rain and northerly winds gave new hope. I set up in the area I had the first couple of bites from and hoped that if the conditions brought the fish out, they’d pass me. The next morning after a night of persistent heavy rainfall, I awoke for more of the same, rain, rain and more rain! It wasn’t long before I saw that they had indeed started to move, unfortunately they had decided to move up the opposite bank to where I was sat in wait.
This part of the lake is one of the narrowest but still a good 300 yards from bank to bank before it enters the main body. I knew I’d have to move. I went for a mooch and this was confirmed, they’d moved almost the full length of the pond already, almost half a mile from where they were, and I was pitched up. I went back and started a very wet pack up before commencing the journey that consisted of half a mile of barrowing and a car journey. It was no surprise that when I got to the zone other anglers were present and with most of the prime zones taken, I decided to set up in an area that I knew they spent time in at night. By the time I’d got set up, cleared a mass of floating weed, made a makeshift weed barrier, got my rods out and what bait I had left, it was almost dark.
I dried off, had some grub and got my head down.
“I awoke at first light still knackered to another very dull and wet morning. It was my last morning, so I thought, sod it, I’ll roll over and have another hour. Next thing I knew I was awoken by a savage one toner from the right hander and after a twitchy fight of long runs and me having to constantly remove buildups of weed from the braid, I netted my hard-earned prize. I looked in the net and instantly recognised it as one of the lakes A-team, a real old character fish. On the scales she went 31lb on the nose, over four pounds down from her previous capture, no surprise after the spawning period but I wasn’t bothered in the slightest; it’s not every day you catch a north west thirty. After a couple of calls I got a mate to come down to do the camera honors and in the heavy rain we managed a few decent shots between the lens steaming up and got the old girl back. The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, and I got my very wet self, packed up and off home, with plans to fish a quick night the day after.
“The next day I spoke to a friend on the phone who had stayed the night and he informed me that they’d pushed back up the other end of the pond where I’d been pitched originally on the previous trip, probably due to the angling pressure. Again, moving a large distance from where they were. I got in the zone early evening and got myself in position, had some food and got my head down. I awoke at first light to a half a mile-long millpond. It didn’t take long for me to notice they were now showing the opposite side of the lake across from me, maybe 400 yards away in an area that was covered by other lads. I watched maybe 25 shows before a forecast south easterly kicked up that blew right into my zone. I was knackered and due off in a few hours, so I decided to get my head down. I couldn’t get back down for a week or so after this so if it happened it happened.
“With the new wind came huge rafts of floating weed. Beep beep went the Nevs, constantly. After an hour I decided enough was enough and took the bobbins off and tightened up the lines. Big leads and 40lb braid usually when they get the resistance, they bolt the other way, so I was happy. No more than 10 minutes later the right hander was in meltdown. I slid on the waders and went in. After a good 20-minute battle through several weed beds and huge runs on the surface, I bundled it into the net. I instantly knew what fish it was, another of the lake’s gems, but this one was a real special one, the best part of 50 years old and a proper old scaly history fish. Buzzing! I called a mate to give me a hand. We got her up on the scales, 31lb 2oz. Again, a bit down in weight but who cares! A second north west 30lb+ in as many days! Lovely.”