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Silver End Success
10th November 2017
Charlie Fenner, made an early return to Silver End Back Pit for his autumn campaign in the search for his target fish ‘Tri Scale’.
Charlie retells “At the early part of this year I made the decision to buy a club ticket with the intentions of concentrating my efforts during the spring and autumn on a lake called Silver End back pit, which is not to far away from home. My heart was set on the lakes big mirror an old, slate-grey carp called ‘Tri Scale’. It’s been swimming around in there for many years.
I fished the lake hard through the spring months to great success, regularly getting bites along with one of the sought-after, A-team members known as ‘The Big Common’. However, the best bit of the spring was the fact I got to see my target fish on the bank in late spring, which had been caught by a mate of mine. This only made me want her more.
Over the spring I gained a good general knowledge of the lake, Spots, depths and areas they liked to hold up, due to lots of angling pressure. However, I had other plans to attend to for the summer months on another water. The plan was to return end of August, hit the ground running and try and wrap things up before November.
Things went better than expected on the other water having caught my target fish only 5 weeks into the summer. I found myself returning to Silver End Pit, mid July to continue the chase for her. I quickly gathered from the locals that she had only done one capture since I had been away from the lake, in which time they had also spawned. This gave me massive confidence that she was going to do a September bite and would be back up to around the 32lb-33lb mark.
Having previously gathered information in the spring about where she has done a lot of her captures in previous years at Silver End, there was only one place that I wanted to try and get into regularly, when possible. I was getting to the lake most Friday afternoons for a 2-night session over the weekend. This area fished to an overhanging tree line on the far bank.
I began fishing the area the second week of August and the plan was to simply present small 12mm Manila Pop-Ups. One spot fished onto a gravel area amongst the silt and the second, a clay area I had found against the far tree line. I then baited with a kilo of chopped 20mm krill boilies over each rod. I spent 3-solid weekends in this area for no bites; the lake was fishing slow but I was sure it was going to come good. I kept my head strong and kept plugging away at the same area knowing that at some point I would be there when she was.
I arrived at Silver End in good time on the first Friday of September to find that I could spend a forth weekend in the same area. The weather had changed for the better, the temperatures had dropped off slightly and there was rain forecast for the night ahead. I got the rods and bait out on the areas sweet and left them full of confidence for the night. The night passed uneventfully and when I awoke at 7.30 the following morning the rain had stopped and the sun had broken through. I was left feeling frustrated that I still hadn’t had a bite off of either area once again.
At around 8am I watched four shows along the tree line, they were on me and clearly feeding, it was game on! I just had to sit on my hands and wait for the first bite. Sure enough within half hour the left hand rod on the gravel area was away resulting in a dark 20lb common, this was more than welcome and broke the lean spell I had been going through.
Knowing there was a good chance of another bite, I quickly unclipped the rig in the net and left the fish safely secured out in the lake in the net. After a few casts, I got the rod back on the spot with the drop I wanted, baited the rod with another few pouches of The Krill and set about getting the common out of the net.
Before I could get back up to the brolly the left hand rod was away again. I stood looking in disbelief for a second or two before eventually running down and hitting the rod. Instantly it held its weight and kited left up the tree line and into the bay, I knew from the off I was hooked into one of the better ones. Dan who was fishing next door to me was quickly by my side as we both watched a big grey shape twisting under the surface. From that moment, I knew it was her and all I had to do now was get her in the net. After weeding me up solid on the marginal shelf for twenty minutes, Dan jumped in and brimmed his chest waders full of water; he reached down, stripped the weed back and pulled my lead core out the weed bed by hand. It was touch and go for a minute to see if she was still attached but all of our worries were soon put to bed. We saw a big set of grey shoulders rise out the weed and Dan quickly shuffled the net under the whole lot and bundled her in. I dropped the rod and let out a shout of joy. She was mine!
After doing some quick shots with the smaller common and slipping that back, we then got ‘Tri Scale’ out and weighed her up at 32lb 3oz. Dan fired some mega shots off for me and we returned the old girl to her home once again. Buzzing!”