Jurassic Park – winter 2009
After a number of years fishing fairly busy dayticket and club waters, I really was in need of some peace and quiet, and quite unexpectedly that chance arose. Brian Skoyles had regaled me with tales about a lovely syndicate water, miles from civilization, but with a tiny membership – it truly was dead man’s shoes at the time. However a member was dropping out in 2010 and my name was up for consideration should I wish to join, once I’d visited it and felt able to fit in with its ethos. It was early December before I could see Brian, and I lined up a day trip to see what I thought of the place. Liaising at Humberside Airport, I followed him through some wonderful countryside to what he aptly described as the middle of nowhere. Through a padlocked gate and then down a slope that wouldn’t be amiss on a Blackpool big dipper, we arrived, slithering into a car park (if a fence facing a field could be described as that). We left the gear in the car and decided to have a walk round first.
Situated in a valley and around three acres in size, it instantly reminded me of the legendary Redmire Pool. With islands, points and trees it was a never ending voyage of surprises as we walked round. Heck, it even had a magnificent syndicate hut and accompanying thunder box. What a place – now let’s get the rods out.
According to Brian at that time of year, bite time was late afternoon, so there really was no rush to get them out in a hurry. We both decided to fish on the field bank and play it by ear as the day went on. I decided to fish as close as possible to the dam end and after a few exploratory casts, the clipped up rods were soon in position tight to the far bank. Looking back, perhaps I should have fished on the far bank and dropped them in the edge. Although the day was cold and damp, the surroundings more than made up for it and two fish topping over our baits in late afternoon had the pulse rate going sky high. At last knockings, Brian was away. I did the honours with the camera. A stunning upper double common in its winter colours and any doubts I had about the place were erased... count me in Nick!
Postscript: Of course I joined the syndicate and, for a number of years, enjoyed some fantastic fishing. I nicknamed the place Jurassic Park as it truly felt like somewhere so far removed from civilization. The dinosaurs were optional. Sadly its location next to a stream was always going to be a problem and despite attempts to protect it, the otters had a field day. For me it was heartbreaking and I had to leave in order to protect the good memories I had of the place. Luckily, local legend Jim Wilson, has taken over running the place, fenced it and, hopefully, one day it will rise again.
Situated in a valley and around three acres in size, it instantly reminded me of the legendary Redmire Pool. With islands, points and trees it was a never ending voyage of surprises
ABOVE I fished tight to the far margin
LEFT We tried, but the otters had other ideas...
BELOW I was camera man, as ever
RIGHT Always smiling and always catching