Catching up with Spencer Wright - Part 2

With captures coming on most night’s I was able to get out, I was completely in the zone, fishing wise. The baiting routine was being undertaken on a near daily basis, and as long as no one else was fishing and If I wasn't baiting up, I was walking around with every spare minute that I had. This meant before work, lunchtimes and even nipping in on the commute home from work, even if I was cycling on my bike. The effort would hopefully pay me back. 

Baiting up whenever i got the chance...

It all made me feel that I was at one with the lake, knowing where the fish were and what they were doing, which to be honest is a great place to be. As it was I was completely overjoyed with my time already on the lake with the 2 big fish to my name and I couldn’t really ask for anymore. 

With my primed big fish area seemingly being taken advantage by others, I changed tack to try and target an area where one of the big commons had slipped up in the past and with a couple of days available to me over the next month I hatched a plan to prime an un-fancied spot with as much bait as I could physically carry.

 I had accrued lots of my custom CC Moore bait over the winter months through various open days and through my writing’s and I was determined to make it all count! I spent a few days identifying the actual spots through plumbing the area to death and then it was game on. Turning up in my lunch hour armed with 15kg of mixed sized XXX boilies to deposit on my favoured area and as I drove back to work, I was smiling inside, knowing that the fish would hopefully be demolishing the bait and thoughts of more of the lake’s big fish were fresh on my mind and I couldn't wait to give it 

 another couple of hits before giving it a go!

Another 20+ from away from the bait

I must admit that my great plan fell at the first hurdle as I done 3 nights on the primed spot which didn't produce a single fish and only saved a blank by finding another little spot off the nearby island which produced a double and three twenty’s. I somehow managed to wangle another couple of nights the following week which produced the spots first take, which was a scraper 30 which was a bonus.

The following week I got in there again which produced a 33+ mirror, but that was it. The spot died a death and never really live up to its expectations, or not at least for the 70 kilos of bait that I'd put on it!

Island blank saver

 At least they'd had a good feed on my bait, which was always my main aim, getting them used to it. Especially as they'd had the best part of 150kg over the previous 4 months! I also luckily managed to get back into my old swim up the far end, which was an absolute joy, as I loved it there up there, away from the crowds with just myself to contend with and my time spent up there was always a joyous occasion.

30+ Mirror eventually from the new spot

I even managed another of the lakes better ones whilst up there, pulling the scales to just under 37, so it was good to know that if I could get in there, I would be able to get amongst them! The fish were piling on the weight with the big common finally succumbing to one if other member’s rods at over 41lbs which was a right result for the Dell and the syndicate as a whole. 

Biggest fish from the 70kg hit of bait

Another of the bigger mirrors pushed over the magical weight meaning that the lake now held 3 over 40, which boded well for the next winter when I was looking forward to having another crack.

Rascal - Gone but never forgotten....

 But for now, I had other plans. I had a trip planned to my old syndicate lake, which would be my first trip back, since losing my best friend and carp dog, Rascal at Christmas. We had spent a lot of time there through his life and he loved it more than anywhere else in the world, which was why he was laid to rest there, meaning it would be more than poignant return and would test my inner strength to its limit.

I also had a trip to France to contend with, which was going to be no mean feat in itself, after not crossing the channel for about 14 years to fish for some real heavyweights, so the rest of the spring was going to be busy, busy, busy….

Until next time…

Be lucky,

Spence