First Day

It's 4.15am on Sunday 17th June and I'm on the bank at last. The first surprise of the day is that the lake is around two feet above its normal level. The endless rain that is blighting June means that all the fishing platforms are submerged and to fish my favourite spot in the channel I'm left balancing on my stool on the slope that leads down to the peg. At least I had the foresight to wear my wellies.




With the water level high I'm forced back up the bank.

 

I set up two outfits. On the Anon Shaw cane rod with a Mitchell 300A loaded with 6lb line I'm legering a chunk of meat near to the reeds on the far side of the channel. to the left of the bush.  I float fish in the margin to my right with my favourite float rod an old Bacchus and Rhone Matchman's Peg. This has 3lb line on my other Michell 300A. On this outfit I have a homemade balsa and cane tench float and a size 14 hook and I alternate baits (worm, bread,sweetcorn and maggots), until I find the one that works best today.

At 5.20am I get my first run on the legered meat as a carp takes off like a train. It's not big. just under 3lb but it gets the cane creaking for a few minutes before it's safely in the net. My first fish of the new season. I quickly photograph it and slide it back into the water. I have a celebratory cup of coffee and a roll-up - it's a good start.

A few minutes later I pick up a half pound bream on the float outfit and another similar sized one on the legered meat. It's a calm morning and there is a short shower that has me sheltering under my brolley for ten minutes or so. A procession of small perch and a little dace fall to my float fished maggots. In all of last season I think I only caught a single perch so it is good to see them thriving in the lake. Eventually I get one that's a good quarter of a pound,
I'm enjoying myself now as it is always good to catch. However, it's summer and I have been dreaming of tench for weeks now, and so far the new stocking have been conspicuous by their absence. I decide to be a bit more Mr Crabtree in my approach and stick a big worm on the float tackle.Of course I catch another perch but I'm determined ( or desparate ) to stick it out for a tench. At just after 10.30am my dreams come true and finally get my first tench of the season. It's one of the new stocking and is a pristine fish of around ten inches long. I'm ecstatic. It also reminds me of the first one I ever caught back when I was just starting on my fishing adventure. That one also fell to a worm float fished in the margins. It doesn't seem to matter how old you get there is still that same thrill and excitement when you catch a tench. It's a fish that somehow seems to represent everything about fishing in the summer.The mist rising from the lake, the eerie silence of early morning, broken only by birdsong as the natural world wakes up and human kind sleeps in. This one fish makes the opening day for me.


I fish on for an hour or so and catch another carp on the meat. It's been a really good first trip out and I'm pleased with the mixed bag that I have caught. As it's Father's Day I promised to be back around noon so I pack up. I walk back to the car and I'm already thinking about the next trip out to my favourite tench lake.