To be honest I was still coming to terms with the breakup and fishing was not my top priority
Brian and Martyn stuck to their tried and tested tactics of simple, monofilament hooklengths and bottom baits, whereas I went hi-tech with the braided main line approach and all the gubbins.
With the baits out on what I was told was a very productive water, I was amazed that two hours later we’d not had a fish. A strong wind had picked up and was blowing from left to right into the far margins and, even with my dodgy long range vision, I could see carp topping down there. Had I felt motivated and not deflated, I’d have been down there in a shot, but as Tim so kindly worded it at the time I was ‘pussy whipped’ and going fishing was hard enough, never mind chasing them around as well.
Martyn, of course, was far more proactive and even without a barrow, was soon packed up and down to the far end, with tackle in hand. Needless to say he had a dozen in just a few hours whilst Brian and myself toughed it out on the road bank. To be honest, Brian did suggest we move but to coin a phrase ‘I could not be arsed’ and stayed put. The highlight of the day was a line bite for me which almost took my rod in... Brian was, of course, highly amused and continues to remind me of it to this day!
Postscript: Despite that failure I did join the syndicate and had many enjoyable years on it summer and winter alike when I wanted a bite or some winter action. Funnily enough, I have just rejoined the syndicate in 2018 but somehow don’t think I will be using a braided main line!
FAR LEFT Winter was definitely here BOTTOM LEFT Martyn showed me the way to do it LEFT Typical Messingham mirror
ABOVE Brian managed one