Match At Shiplate Fishery 26th September 2020

There are defeats, there are big defeats, there are humongous defeats and there are defeats on such a scale that one certain Pete Curnow suffered on the 26th September 2020 at Shiplate Fishery. It wasn’t a case of being handed the wooden spoon but more like being whacked as hard as possible over the head with one. This would have been an ideal situation to make a few bob advertising for Hamlet cigars. There was a series of adverts which presented scenes in which a guy having failed dismally at something is consoled by lighting a Hamlet cigar.. Have a reminder.

So picture the scene there is me watching a motionless float and catching sod all. There is splish splashing constantly from pegs either side. One watches the anglers on the far bank whose pole elastic seem always busy at work. One keeps looking at ones float whose sole purpose it seems is to be a resting place for dragon flies. So strike a match, queue the music, light my Hamlet and have a good puff and just take it on the chin.

The results.

PositionpegAnglerSilversCarpTotal
1st13Eric Searle7 lb 01 oz127 lb135 lb
2nd1Paul Smith5 lb 14 oz112 lb 06 oz118 lb 04 oz
3rd5Ian Townsend8 lb 08 oz73 lb 15 oz82 lb 07oz
4th3Bob Pascoe31lb 14 oz36 lb 02 oz68 lb
5th11Rob Dodd52 lb 06 oz14 lb66 lb 06 oz
6th4Dave Nash36 lb 06 oz28 lb 12 oz65 lb 02 oz
7th10Alan Bland10 lb 08 oz49 lb 01 oz59 lb 09 oz
8th7Phil Dodd15 lb 03 oz37 lb 04 oz52 lb 07 oz
9th12Dave Colley6 lb 04 oz32 lb 03 oz38 lb 07 oz
10th8Alan Jenkins15 lb 09 oz19 lb 09 oz34 lb 14 oz
11th6Pete Curnow 7 lb 12 oz xxxx7 lb 12 oz

Before the start of the match one Bob Pascoe was chosen to draw a name for the golden peg, the name drawn was Eric. Eric who is scared of getting the dreaded lurgies nominated me to draw his peg for him, and out popped 13. Eric in traditional fashion stated to have a whinge at yours truly because he had now the longest walk. He didn’t whinge after the match about the long walk back though.

First on the day from peg 13 was Carp expert Eric Searle. Eric tried bomb and pellet straight out in front but could only tempt 5 carp. The majority of his haul came down the edge on worm. Eric weighed in a grand total of 135 lb.

A smiling Eric (cherish the moment he doesn’t do it often LOL) with his golden peg winnings. Well done buddy.

In 2nd place was Paul Smith with another hefty weight of 118 lb 4 oz his method of attack was corn and pole down the edges. Peg number 1 was his abode.

Paul Smith at the weigh in.

3rd place was occupied by Ian Townsend who managed to put 82 lb 07 oz. on the scales by using meat, corn and soft pellet mostly on the pole. Ian landed as we say in the angling world a right munter of a Carp which weighed 16 lb 14 oz. This was all achieved on peg 5.

3rd place Ian who likes to make do.

4th was slivers basher Bob Pascoe with 68 lb of peg 3. He kept things simple with maggot and top 4 .

5th on peg 11 was grand master Rob Dodd who is normally in the top one, mustered a haul of 66 lb 06 oz. Mr Dodd had 80% of his fish on maggot, but did try worm and corn. All on the pole.

6th was another slivers basher Dave Nash on peg 4. Dave fished 6 meters and used caster and sweetcorn to put 65 lb on the scales.

In 7th was club match secretary Alan Bland. Alan had 2 plans of attack one was meat down the edge and number two was maggot out in front. His catch of of peg 10 was 59 lb 09 oz.

Occupying 8th place was veteran Phil Dodd. His only method was open end feeder with dead maggots, his weight for the day from peg 7 was 52 lb 07 oz.

9th position was NHS hero Dave Colley who on peg 12 caught a grand total of 38 lb 07 oz He had his slivers on maggot but all his Carp on sweet corn. All his Carp came in the last hour.

10th was the one and only Alan Jenkins AKA Mr Matrix Man, poor sod had the wind in his face all day. But Alan battled on and caught 34 lb 14 oz from peg 8.Alan employed mostly chopped worm and caster for his slivers and meat for his Carp.

11th was yours truly on peg 6 with a humbling 7lb 12 oz. The tactic employed was one that was never going to work and the bait used was the wrong one.

I did hook one carp but this was the result, it just wasn’t my day.

Now just to get my own back at the end of match like most anglers I throw my left over bait such as sweetcorn and meat etc in to the margins to feed the fish. But this time I took it home and put in my recycling bin. The fish weren’t going to get any freebies today.

So in true Winston Churchill style when things got tough he would say KBO.

So this is surely what I will do. KEEP BUGGERING ON.

The next match is At The Sedges on Brick Lake on the 10th October and this time I will bring a box of matches and a pack of Hamlet cigars just in case.

So until next time tight lines and don’t forget to change your clothes.

Pete C

Shiplate Hawthorns Lake Match 04/07/2020

Owing to the fact that I need some new fishing gear and bites being at a premium in this match, whilst fishing my thoughts were on what new items to buy, prices and places of purchase etc. It was during this time of reverie I thought of a young angler a friend of mine from school who definitely needed new gear. Here is his story.

The Communist and the Screeching Reel.

EEK SCREECH EEK SCREECH EEK SCREECH. He told us he couldn’t make it today” said Steve surprisingly Steve, Dave and me looked at each other, we were standing on the bank of Dunwear North pit, it was early morning. EEK SCREECH EEK SCREECH EEK SCREECH. “He’s over there said Dave pointing a finger.

The loud Screeching noise came from the reel of our friend Mark Murment. Owing to the size of the lake it took us about 3 minutes to get to Marks swim.

When we arrived at the spot where Mark was supposed to be fishing we were surprised to find his gear but not him. “Hi guys” it came from our right. The three of us turned to see Mark inching his way along a tree which grew out over the water from the bank. The branch that Mark was on was about a foot above the water and his aim was to get a float that was dangling from the end. He inched his way along to within a foot or so of the float, he reached out with his left foot as to catch the line attached to it. Now at this point I should tell you that Marks clothing was shall we say in a state of dilapidation and the same thing could be said of his shoes. For a start they had no laces in them. Well as Marks foot reached out towards the float his shoe succumbed to the power of gravity, Plop in it went. “Sod it I get the bloody thing now” (or words to that effect). He then maneuvered himself as so to use the other foot. In doing so a twig managed to somehow to attach itself to Marks remaining shoe, he tried to retrieve his foot Plop. Both shoes were now resting on the lake bed. Within two minutes Mark after some careful movements was back on the bank minus his shoes and of course the float.

Marks fishing tackle had the same characteristics as his attire, it was definitely lacking quality. To put it in plain terms you could say it wouldn’t look out of place on a city dump located in a third world country. His reel was a combination of a few reels put together and it appeared that the gearing in side was slightly mismatched hence the loud screeching noise. His rod was again a combination. Bottom half was a pier rod and the top half was from a spinning rod, and owing the incompatibility there was no easy fitting together of sections so as a make do solution both parts were just jammed together. His floats and shot were obtained from scavenging from the banks but he did buy line and hooks.

Any how in a short matter of time all of us four where fishing side by side. As I was watching my float my mind started to wander and thinking about the calamity of Marks recent escapade. Mark was certainly a character. My mind drifted still further to the week previous. We were all in class waiting for the lesson to start. Thud a jiffy bag landed on the table in front of me. “Got it, came in the post this morning” Mark said in an excited voice. I looked down at the jiffy bag and to my amazement the writing on the bag stated that it was from, of all places the embassy of the Soviet Union in London. A small group had now gathered around the table intrigued. Mark went on to explain that he had written a letter to the embassy explaining that he wanted to be a communist and could they send him any tips. Hence the jiffy bag, which contained an assortment of pamphlets and a hand book of Karl Marx.

My mind jumped back to the present caused by the excitement of Dave thinking that he had a bite. I turned around to see the others reaction when I noticed that Mark had been reading his newly gotten hand book of Karl Marx. “typical” I thought. The time came to pack up and head home.

Poor Mark had to make the journey in his socks. We got three quarters of the way home when it started to rain. It was then we decided that I should give Mark a piggy back to save his socks from getting wet. My gear was shared between Steve and Dave. Marks gear proved no problem as he only had the one rod and the rest of his gear was in a carrier bag.

As I carried Mark I felt some thing on the back of my neck. The bloody cheek Mark was actually reading his Karl Marx books and to rub it in was quoting from it.

“Men make their own history but do not make it as they please”

“ Reason has always existed but not always in a reasonable form” etc etc etc.

We thankfully reached Marks house, at this staged it should be said that Marks dad had all the personality of nitro glycerine. He could be rather explosive in nature. Steve and Dave stood at the garden gate for safety reasons. While yours truly with Mark still on my back went up to the front door. Mark rapped the knocker on the door and with in 15 seconds the door was opened and we were faced with a some what startled Mr Murment.

“What the F***”

“lost me shoes dad”

“And how the bloody hell did that happen”

“well I didn’t have any laces dad”

“What, no you just wait there, you just hang on there”

Mr Murments was pointing his finger at us and his voice was beginning to raise up a notch or two.

“Just stay there, don’t bloody move” He turned and disappeared in to the house moments later he returned. He was holding out his hand and in it was a ball of white string. With his voice raised up another notch.

“ What s this eh it’s been in the cupboard for bloody ages, oh no didn’t think about using this, I now got to go and buy you some more bloody shoes”

There was now a silence as he grimaced at Mark.

I was stunned by this outburst and some what embarrassed I slowly turned around and got Mark of my back and on to the front door mat. I stepped outside on to the door step, I turned around just in time to have the door slammed in my face. It should be noted that Mark was tough and took things on the chin, little episodes like didn’t bother him in the slightest.

I walked back up to the gate where Dave and Steve were. “ we still got his fishing gear” Steve said in a muted voice “ we can’t leave here at the gate it’s dustbin day tomorrow”

I grabbed the gear and walked up to door with it and quietly place it next to the step.

Both were at it now hammer and tongs.

“come the revolution people like you will go to the bloody death camps”

“Don’t you bloody quote that communist crap to me”

I walked back to the gate it was time to go.

PegPositionNameSilverCarpTotal
51stPaul Smith14oz23lb 07oz24lb 05oz
42ndDave Nash6lb 09oz14lb 08oz21lb 01oz
133rdIan Townsendxxxx19lb 12 oz19lb 12 oz
14thPete Curnow05 oz19lb 01oz19lb 06oz
35thPhil Doddxxxx18lb 08oz18lb 08oz
76thEric Searle3lb 03oz14lb 12oz17lb 15oz
157thRobb Dodd15oz12lb 12oz13lb 11oz
98thAlan Bland5lb 08oz7lb 09oz13lb 01oz
29thBob Pascoe2lb 06oz9lb 05oz11lb 11oz
810thAlan Jenkins2lb 02oz3lb 13oz5lb 15oz
1211thDave Searlexxxx5lb 07oz5lb 07oz
1412thDave Gartenfeldxxxx4lb 10oz4lb 10oz

1st on the day was Mr Paul Smith, when Mr Smith was approached for the weigh in he commented that this was the worst match he had fished in 2 years. Well never or less this angling veteran put 24lb 05oz on the scales for top spot.

The Winner

2nd place was silvers basher Dave Nash who fished maggot for most of the match but some how managed 14lb 08oz of Carp.

The runner up.

3rd was the angling might of one Ian Townsend who fished pellet to amass a carp only weight of 19 12oz

Mr 3rd

Let it be said that these three anglers drew out unfancied pegs and to achieve the positions in the match that they did deserve credit indeed. Well done guys.

4th was yours truly yes you read that right I was 4th Must admit I had the favoured peg. On the day I lost 4 rigs to carp so this could be the story about the one who got away. I had 5 Carp all on sweet corn also had a small skimmer also on the same bait.

5th was feeder ace Phil Dodd. Phil had all his fish late on to gather a weight of 18lb 08 oz Phil tempted his fish with pellet.

6th was Carp maestro Eric Searle whose catch tipped the scales at 17lb 15 oz.

7th was end pegger Rob Dodd. Rob was out of form on this match apparently and could only muster 13lb 11oz. But be careful this guy is a force to be reckon with.

8th was match secretary Alan Bland. This gentleman fished meat for most of the time to claim a weight of 13lb 01oz.

9th was none other than the one and only Bob Pascoe. Bob struggled for bites and tried various baits for a weight of 11lb 11oz

10th was Mr Matrix man Alan Jenkins. Alan for the most part used corn as bait to get one Carp of 3lb 03oz and 2lb 02oz of silvers.

11th was Dave Searle who could only manage one Carp which was tempted on maggot.

12th was and by the skin of his teeth Dave Gartenfeld who managed to get his only fish a 4lb 10oz Carp in the dying minutes of the match.

Okay folks just to let you know that the next match is at Trinity Waters Saturday 18th July.

Tight lines

Pete C