Super productive visit to Linch Hill’s Christchurch produces not one but three forties for Mark Litchfield.
Dinton’s Shades of Grey
14th June 2018
With Dinton re-opened after spawning, Luke Vallory wastes no time at all in getting back amongst its incredible residents and lands the Grey One at 45lb 4oz! When we caught up with Luke recently, this is what he revealed:
“Having been closed for a month for spawning, opening day finally arrived and I was feeling mega confident on the drive to the lake after work. A few mates were already in the pub across the road and as It was a nice day I decided to join them for a pint! 6pm quickly rolled around and the time to do the draw was upon us. No.17 was called out, “that’s me”, meaning I got first choice of swim. This left me in a slight predicament for a moment, as I was unsure where to fish. Although I’d heard the bulk of the stock was down the far end of the lake, I decided to go with my gut feeling and fish the car park end. The reason behind my swim choice was simple, whilst the lake was closed for spawning I continued to bait up on a weekly basis and had seen some very good fish cruising around the area, although there was less of them, they were definitely worth fishing for.
Having baited up solely with boilies in the weeks prior, I decided that a Chod rig would be best suited as it would lie above any weed or debris and a neutral Krill pop-up would match my freebies perfectly. Once the rods were in position I proceeded to have a catch up with some of the other lads before finally getting my head down for the night.
At around 5:30am I was alerted to a screaming Neville as my right-hand rod melted off. As I rushed out to hit the rod the fish continued to strip the reel of line and there was nothing I could do about it. The fish soon sunk itself into a large weed bed and left me with no other option but to remain patient and keep applying steady pressure. As the line grated against the weed I slowly but surely began to gain some line back.
Once the fish plucked free of the weed bed it made a dash for an overhanging bush down my left-hand margin, this was a truly heart stopping moment. With the rod tip submerged and plenty of side strain applied, I manged to steer the fish clear of the danger. By this point the fish was almost beat, as she wallowed on the surface behind a washing line of weed I could see a large mirror edging ever closer to me. Thankfully I was able to slip her into the net first time of asking and after a few fist pumps I ran around to my mate in the swim next door, immediately telling him “mate, I’m pretty sure I’ve got the ‘Grey One’!” We soon confirmed that it was indeed the ‘Grey One’, an incredible old carp that had managed to avoid capture for over two years and one that left me in completely in awe.”