The rust-topped rover learns about leads and lobworms, finds a favourite venue, sneaks into a £60,000 final and encounters an unexpected beast in his swim this month!
The most interesting two matches that I’ve fished this month have been practices for round two of the Drennan Knockout Cup, on Doncaster’s New Junction Canal.
The reason is because I learnt a method I’ve never fished before – the bomb and lobworm. I never thought there could be so much to a crude method like this. However, on this rock-hard canal, it was the only thing that I could get bites on!
On the first match, I fished for an hour and a half without a bite. Then, I suddenly saw some fry scatter across the far bank as if something was chasing them. Casting out my bomb and lobworm there was a fish on in seconds! Six more followed in as many casts, all chunky little perch – some were actually shorter than the lobworm!
I ended the match with a dozen perch for 3lb 10oz, which didn’t win me any money but stood out from most anglers around me, and I really felt I’d learnt something.
On the next trip, I wasn’t so long before trying the method. After 10 minutes without a bite I was on it, and into perch immediately. Casting regularly was vital – if you didn’t get a bite as the bomb hit the deck, you wouldn’t get one. The perch were coming to the sound of the bomb hitting the water and flash of the bomb and bait zooming to the bottom. If I didn’t get a bite in 30 seconds, I’d quickly jig the bait, much like lure fishing! One of the fish I managed was a beast weighing 2lb 11oz.
My 25 fish for 8lb 8oz was enough for second in the match this time, as I was beaten by top lad Alex Hulme on the end, who somehow managed to magic 21lb of bream out – awesome performance sir!
Tunnel Ba n Monster…
Halfway through day one of the Daiwa Masters, Matt Pillay opposite me broke his pole and the top six sections flew into the middle of the lake, and after netting the carp that I was playing at the time, I saw his pole begin to slowly sink.
Being the gentleman that I am, I quickly shipped out with my cupping kit, stopped it sinking and nursed it back towards me. Around six metres out it got stuck in the silt on the bottom… oh no! What could we do?
“I’ll have to go in…” Matt said, looking at me worried.
“Go on then…” I replied, even more worried. Mid match on the first day, with £2,000 and a Daiwa Air pole up for grabs, I found myself helping a chunk of prime Grimsby man into and out of my swim. He got the pole back, and believe it or not, I went straight back in and caught three F1s in as many drops. At the weigh-in my 70lb 6oz was second in the section to Lee Bennett’s 71lb 10oz… but never mind, I still love you Matt!