And it was all change. With all the previous week’s occupants having left Heron, we packed en masse and moved the short distance next door. We spread ourselves fairly sensibly around the 35-acres, although Sean chose to go slap-bang opposite me. Standard. At least I must have been in the right area, as he’s many things but wasteful isn’t one.
Buoyed by the fish, however they were caught, I was genuinely relishing the thought of still having a full week’s fishing ahead of me, with the pressure off. I had come with a plan, one I’d had in my head since the ill-fated May trip. Sadly that didn’t involve the use of any particle, hemp and corn aside. Having had a rummage in Sean’s buckets over the past couple of days, it was apparent he was feeding them an awful lot of nothing! I won’t divulge what it was that he was using but it was a little leftfield to say the least and I’d not seen anyone using it in any quantity since I had, almost five years ago.
Having managed to source one of the ingredients, I threw together a little mix of my own, had a lead around for some spots, both old and new and proceeded to give them just three Spombs each. I had plenty of bait but not knowing exactly where the fish were for a change, I didn’t want to go balls deep from the off, only to have to up sticks and move later on. After dark, the minimalist approach appeared to have worked with three fish through the night, albeit with nothing much over mid-20s to write home about.
ABOVE TOPDay three and it was all change. Sean nicked this one on the way across to Heron
ABOVE BOTTOM Two down, one to go. Chris’ fish just left Graham to catch TOP LEFT Shamone! MJ rocked up in my swim with a 45lb 8oz common MIDDLE LEFT One of a number of very big fish on day two LEFT Everyone reeled in for the first really big fish of the week