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Manor Magic for Marc Cavaciuti
23rd October 2017
Not long after banking one of the biggest mirrors known as The Peach at a whopping 47lbs from The Essex Manor, Marc Cavaciuti was back on the trail for some of the other big fish that reside in the Manor.
Marc explains “Using my last bit of annual leave from work I arrived at the Manor around mid-day and I was excited to be lakeside for the next 72-hours. A big south westerly wind was sweeping across the lake and it looked prime.
I noticed on my last few trips down that a lot of fish were repeatedly showing down one end of the lake, plus the last few captures had also been from this end. The End Pads looked absolutely prime as the warm wind was pushing into its margin. I sat and had a cup of tea with the guy who was already in there and watched the water as we were chatting.
He was due to leave later that day, but the swim had already been ‘bucketed’ by another angler, so I spent a little time walking the area as there were still other choices down this end. My gut feeling was that the fish had moved, growing bored of the stale wind and had just not yet been noticed. So, with this in mind I opted to fish a swim called The Car Park, this was on the back of the wind.
As I walked down the steps into the windless swim, it just felt right and I was positive they had backed off with a few fish in front of me. At first I spent my time trying to find some spots in amongst the dead silkweed and half an hour later I had three spots located. On the drop the lead would smack down and with a high rod tip I got a few feet of clean, gravely, drag back, before the tip would bend round as I came off the spot and into contact with small walls of weed.
With the spots so small I wrapped up before attaching my marker float and proceeded to bait the spots with a mixture of 12mm and 16mm Krill freezer baits that had been coated in Pure GLM Powder and over the top of these I fished 16mm Krill pop-ups. It was now around half four and I settled back, hoping my gut feeling was right.
An hour into dark I saw my first show about ten yards out, followed by another and another and another. My gut feeling was right as the end of the lake receiving the wind was lifeless. I was buzzing and felt confident a bite was on the cards. Just before midnight my middle rod was away and after a good heavy fight I slipped the net under a fish known as ‘Joes’, a fish I had previously caught last November at 42lbs. It had been caught in September at over 40 and as a repeat, I unhooked it in the net before letting it go. They continued to show that night but, I wasn’t expecting to get another chance. These Manor fish love a show, you can literally have fish all over you but the bobbins refuse to hit the butt.
The following day was quiet, I reset all the traps at midday, topping them up with a couple of kilos of the mixed sized baits. Day turned into night and again they started to show, but it wasn’t until the early hours when the same rod pulled out of the clip and after a long and heavy fight I netted a large mirror. Peering into the net I could see a characteristic J-shaped scale, which belonged to a fish called ‘Gracies’. Two bites and two repeat captures, both 40lbers too. I had been fortunate enough to catch this one in the spring at, 46lb. Again I lowered the net and he swam off into the lake without the stress of pictures or weighing.
The sun started to rise and again the fish stopped showing. However, I noticed some bubbling up over my middle rod and fully expected another chance. As I sipped my morning coffee my right hand rod burst into life. A crazy surface fight ensued and at one point it nearly surfaced behind the surface pump, forcing me to sink the rod tip low. With my eyes shut, I was praying the hook would hold as I had to show it some elbow.
In the end it all came good, the fish turned and decided to dive deep, sending streams of bubbles beneath my feet. Eventually, It popped up and by now Tom Loraine had joined me in the swim having witnessed the fight from across the lake. With an out stretched arm he scooped the prize. As I looked into the net I was praying it was a new fish. It was and I was blown away with which fish it was! The Big Lin, a real rare visitor to the bank, we quickly weighed the fish and the needle settled at a completely irrelevant 39lb 9oz. What a carp, and a great way to end my session.”