|Wheldrake Lane, Elvington, Nr York, N.Yorkshire|
Telephone: 01904 608255
|General: ||Some pegs are easily accessed but pegs along the field sides have restricted access. |
No fishing between 9pm - 8am.
|Species :||Carp, Bream, Tench, Golden Tench, Chub, Rudd, Orfe, Roach, Eel, Catfish, Perch, Crucian Carp|
|Permits :||Day Ticket- 2 Rods £4.00, 3 or more Rods £5.00|
Purchased from the cottage.
Here I was lined up to draw my peg number for what was my first match on Elvington Lake. There were various discussions going on around me but the one thing that was common was talk of big fish and big weights. Here was some serious competition and I had a reputation to uphold. My number came out - peg 13. This sounds ominous, peg 13 on May the 13th. It's a good job that I'm not superstitious.
The whistle blew and we were off. My peg was on the right side as you enter the fishery, a 200 year old Clay pit some 3 acres in size and depths reaching up to 35 feet. There was an overhanging tree to my right, a partly submerged bush to my left and a submerged platform in front of me, the depth in the margin was 10 foot.
Full of confidence I lowered my float once more. Maggots were tossed to their fate on a regular basis, a few at a time, just enough to hopefully get through the tiddlers. The float slid away again, this time it was a skimmer followed shortly by another and then another Tench, smaller than my first. Then it seemed to go still as though everything had moved on or had it?
In the distance you could see a few fish topping and an occasional Tench rolling on the sun baked surface, a change of tactic was required. I shortened my rig in order to bring the hook into mid-water guessing that the Tench may well have come off the bottom. It worked, no sooner had my float settled, it slid away resulting in yet another Tench. A few more skimmers and tiddlers were grabbed by my maggots, I had trained them well.
The sun was now on the water in front of the tree so I shortened my rig further still, this time to a depth of two foot. Lets see if the fish have moved up into the warmer surface water. Again I fed a steady stream of maggots, the tiddlers were still there and the float wobbled and disappeared from the surface one more time. I lifted into it thinking that it was another small Roach, geesh my rig was once again heading for the horizon, this was no Tench, my pole was hastily shipped together to it's full 11metre length, my arms reaching out, I didn't know that elastic could stretch that far. It's times like this that I'm glad of strong line. A battle of whit and strength followed for the next 20 minutes resulting in a Common Carp of 7lb 15oz coming to my net. These were no stock fish, they are pure fighting machines on steroids!
It was to cost me dearly. I finished second with 34lb 4oz, a mixed bag with some very nice Tench, the winner weighed in with 34lb 7oz. But then again I could go back to the rest of the team, my head held high and my reputation still intact.
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