Tom Maker starts the year off with a mega haul from Linear Fisheries Hardwick / Smiths lake!!
24th November 2017
Dan Adams finally broke his ‘new tackle curse’ this autumn, with a beautifully golden estate lake mirror known as ‘Spike’.
Dan Adams explains; “I’ve not managed to get out fishing much due to busy work and family commitments. Whilst I’ve not been able to get out, I bought some new rods, and with them just been delivered I was keen to get out and catch a fish on them.
The couple of overnighters I’ve managed have resulted in blanks, which I’ve put down to the ‘new tackle curse’, so a much-needed social with friends was in order.
After finishing work late on Friday, it was dark by the time I got to the lake and my friend Gareth had already arrived a few hours prior to me, he was fully set up with rods out and relaxing with a brew in hand.
As it was dark there wasn’t much to go on so I decided to plot up next door and begin our social. I decided to flick a couple of Manilla Yellow Ones on Hinge rigs out to the far margin, an area which has done a couple bites for me in the past and come up with a game plan in the morning if nothing happens.
Once the rods were out and brolly set up we wasted no time in cracking out the BBQ to enjoy a social feast. With a clear, starry sky, a sudden temperature drop followed and the warmth from the BBQ was most welcome as frost started to form on top of the brolly.
The cold night soon flew by with my alarms staying motionless. Suddenly I woke up to a call by Gareth, who had lost one in the night and was already onto another early morning bite and needed my assistance. After a long scrappy battle, I netted a lovely looking common, which spun the scales to a pleasing, 26lb 6oz.
That was it for me, I needed to catch one and break the curse of the new rods and so a move was on the cards. After seeing what I thought was a show that was all I needed to see. I began the pack down and moved to the other side of Gareth, fishing to opposite end of the lake, which was on the back of the wind.
I soon clipped my rods up on two banging spots, fishing tight to an overhanging willow. I was only after one bite so I introduced a couple handfuls of crushed and whole Manilla boilies, along with a few grains of corn over each rod, with the trusty Manilla Yellow Ones presented over the top.
The day soon passed by with plenty of tea consumed and very little fish movement. It was certainly a lot milder than the night before with a lot of cloud cover and rain scheduled, so we both felt confident for a bite or two.
The night drew on with me listening to the rain beating down on my brolly, staring at dormant rods. The night was uneventful, but we were both treated to what can only be described as a postcard sunrise and we sat there sipping our morning brew, coming up with excuses for why we hadn’t caught.
Out the blue, my right-hand rod burst into action, at first I didn’t think much of it and joked saying it was only a tench. It began swimming directly to me and as it got closer it seemed to get bigger and feel heavier with every lunge. The battle was soon over, with Gareth netting what looked to be a good fish. I parted the mesh and we both stared down into the net, admiring the rich, chestnut colours of this stunning autumnal carp.
We let it rest in the net for few moments while we got the scales and sling zeroed. Once I lifted it onto the mat, we then realized how special it was, a fish known as ‘Spike’ in all her autumnal, golden glory and one that Gareth was after. The scales eventually settled on 29lb 10oz, which I think is it’s biggest ever weight. After a few pictures of the dark, chestnut mirror we slipped her back to her murky home.
We both settled back down to enjoy a celebratory brew. The curse of the new rods was now broken and I can’t wait to get back out fishing again.”