A quick hop over the well worn wooden stile, and I arrive at my favourite lake which is very pleasingly deserted, I have the whole place to myself.
Fishing two rod lengths out, between large patches of water lillies, sitting watching my float for some time until they arrive!……. bubbles everywhere! indicating feeding fish all over my swim.
I am now focused on my float like never before, in glorious anticipation of it darting under the surface and making contact with one of the monsters of the deep.
My float starts to sway and quiver now and then, this signifies there are now fish feeding very close to my hook bait. But it never goes under? Just then, a car rolls nonchalantly down the farm track and a good friend hails a wave. He comes round for a chat along with a guest he has brought for the day. Both grand chaps, they deliver some jovial banter as to why I am not catching then depart to the lower lake that they will have all to themselves.
I sit back down on my creel and recast. It really is only a matter of time I tell myself, surely I will get one today.
I did not have to wait much longer as the float rocketed under the surface. A great cloud of mud rose up from the lake bed like an underwater nuclear explosion. My Edgar Sealey ‘Octofloat‘ rod bending violently, I clearly was into a Tench. With only a 5lb b.s hook length, I would have to be ultra careful guiding this fish to the waiting net. With all the water lillies around I anticipated being cut the moment the fish reached any cover. I need not have worried, the fish was easily guided and what a cracking Tinca, no record fish, but an absolute joy to catch.
I went on that day to land six Tench in total, what a lovely day. I packed up towards 6pm, made my way to the bottom lake to bid farewell to my friends who were having great sport with Crucian’s, and ended the day at a local pub with a well deserved beer.