The Quarry kicks the Spring season off with a bang
Tyram Hall Titan Falls to Tom Clark
30th August 2018
Whilst travelling down to his South Yorkshire syndicate Tyram Hall, Tom Clark had a gut feeling that he was in for a treat, and why wouldn’t he? With a drop in temperature, a front of low pressure and a full moon all in place it was prime for a big’un to be banked!
When we caught up with Tom this is what he told us: “Since May this year I have been baiting an area of water that was 6ft deep and situated away from where the bulk of the stock were often found. I had been fishing it with naked chods and to good success, only a week previous to this session I landed one of the lakes largest residents at 41lb, Casper. However, with all the summer heat and the demanding vegetation surrounding the lake, the water level had dropped dramatically, so much so that the area was now only 3ft deep.
With this in mind and the fact that the vast majority of members were all fishing with a boilie approach, I opted for a change in tactics. I changed both my baiting approach and my rigs to suit the situation, as the bottom had clearly become much firmer since I first started targeting it. I chose to fish over smaller food items so to create a different feeding situation and opted to fish with balanced, homemade Manilla hookbaits on D-rigs.
Upon my arrival to the lake I noticed that there was a lot of fish showing in front of the island, but with the thought of the big girl holding up away from the main bulk of the fish, I headed for my baited area and got the rods out onto the spot.
The following morning, I awoke to motionless bobbins, however I noticed some fizzing down to my right-hand side, so with only an hour remaining before the end of the session I moved my right-hand rod. For the next 20minutes I sat perched on the edge of my bed waiting for the right-hander to wrap round, however when the alarm sounded it was my left-hand rod that was hooped over.
After a slow and ponderous fight, I saw a large carp surface with a very noticeable scale pattern around the wrist of its tale, after a dramatic effort to bundle the fish into the net amongst the pads I found myself questioning the identity of the fish, ‘Could it be, Couldn’t it?’ It was only when I went to lift the fish from the water that I knew it had to be Baz, as when I first attempted to hoist her from the lake I actually thought the net was snagged on the lakebed!”