FAREWELL JIMMY, A TOP ROD AND NEVER NASTY
A LIGHT that once burned bright in my match fishing life went out with the passing of Jimmy Randell.
Jim was as dangerous on the old Lea Navigation matches as he was on the Fens, Thames or even stillwaters such as Layer Pit, in the days when it set the standard for long-range floatfishing for carp.
Generous with information, he excelled at sarcasm... though never in a nasty way.
In September 1980, in the Division One National on the Trent, Jim was a couple of pegs upstream of me at Caythorpe and catching a few himself. As I netted a good fish he called down: “I see that lucky bleeder Keith Arthur’s on a chub flyer as usual.”
The fish I’d just netted was a huge roach, close on a pound and three quarters. I held it out for him to see and said: “No mate, roach.” I thought he was going to explode.
His old Roding Valley team-mate Ian Copeland told me Jim was very ill at our recent reunion at Redbridge Lakes.
A legend if there ever was one who held the respect of every angler he fished with, or against. Jimmy Randell – a legend passes.