ONE FOR SORROW? NOT THIS TIME
As some of you may be aware, during the BCAC finals, the Long Sutton was caught for the first time (well) over the 40lb mark by the eventually-crowned champions of Kev Hewitt and Mark Bartlett. They fished incredibly well, are hugely talented anglers, as well as a very likable pair of gentleman and were worthy champions for the second year running.
This now meant that two of my remaining target fish had recently seen the bank – which was a slight kick in the proverbials. However, with a number of other big fish well overdue, an appearance such as Jacko’s and Red October – not to mention the supremely elusive King Fungus (which had last been caught almost three years earlier), I made my return, undeterred from my mission to bank a Wraysbury 1 beast.
Working in Central London I am fortunate in that I can catch the train to the office from Sunnymeads Station which is only a short walk from the lake. With this in mind it is possible for me to get up early, drive to the lake, see the morning show and still get to the office for my usual time of 7.30 on my normal train. It is hard work, especially when you’re up before six already on a normal work day so being up before five is a battle – but makes location and staying in tune with the lake so much easier. That bit of extra effort can pay huge dividends. The other plus side of this, was that on the day of a session it meant I could drive to the lake, leave my gear safely in the car park – and then save 30 minutes in an evening in terms of getting off a train, rushing home to jump in the car and drive to the lake. This would hopefully give me an added head start, and an improved chance of ensuring a better swim.
So on the Friday morning I parked in the practically empty car park, had a quick chat with Levi and Jermaine (two of the regulars), caught up on the last few days’ events and had a quick stroll with the binos. I soon found them literally porpoising about in the middle section of the lake. I gave a little chuckle at all the swims that were free that commanded this area of water and practically skipped to the station wondering how many, and which ones, I would have this weekend.
My job for a software company involves dealing with a lot of clients and when the CEO of one of our biggest customers overruns on a call, which means you miss your planned train to the lake, it’s unfortunately one of those things you just have to suck. Having said that, I still cursed endlessly whilst battling impatiently through the rush hour masses on the concourse at Waterloo, hoping that karma would reward me on my return to a mostly empty lake, where I would surely have a massive hit this weekend...
Kev Hewitt and Mark Bartlett with the Long Sutton TOP RIGHT