Not Over Until It’s Over – John Bassili


john_not_3Not one for fishing Bank Holidays, but spring was rapidly upon us and I really fancied a days fishing, with my pal Joe. Having booked our chosen lake, we were sure to get a swim, however when we turned up at the gates, we were joined by 4 other cars as keen as us and it seemed like it was going to be a race to place a bucket in a swim; not my idea of pleasure fishing!

Luckily, we ended up in the swims we had targeted so the initial morning panic was over. Time to relax, put the kettle on and get some rigs out there. I was hoping the fish would be up near the surface for some surface fishing, but I think I was being a bit premature. After all, it was only the beginning of April.

The method I chose was: pop-ups on a D rig, with boilies, boilies and more boilies as freebies; And of course, nothing else but the Poloni!

john_not_1I opted to fish tight to an island in front of me on both rods and it wasn’t long before my alarms and spools were singing and dancing. It was midday and had 3 fish to my name and a big grin on my face. The Poloni boilies were flying in by the dozen via throwing stick and the fish were loving it. I felt I had achieved what I came here to do, so It was time to relax and enjoy the afternoon.

Joe had a slow start but managed to bag himself couple of stunners around lunch time before a general quiet spell on the whole lake. Time was quickly whittling away and before we knew it, we were in the middle of packing up at 5pm. One thing I’ve always done is pack all the gear up, apart from the two rods left on the deck with no alarms. I’ve only ever caught one doing this but you just never know…. Now what happened next was quite incredible.

Both Joe and I had packed away one of our rods so we were left with just the one each in the water. I was about to put my hand on the handle of the rod to reel it in and I watched as my line tighten up and the rod tip go round!

john_not_2I picked the rod up and I bent into a angry fish! It was kitting left towards Joe’s line. Then the inevitable happened, or so we thought. I apologised to Joe and he picked his rod up to try and avoid the tangle. But his line tightening up had in fact nothing to do with my fish, he had one on himself!!

Within a few seconds we were both playing fish while in absolute hysterics. The result was… two beautiful commons still with their winter colours on.

I don’t think I’ve ever experienced such a sweet ending to a session. The morale of the story is: “it’s not over until it’s over”.

Until next time, good angling

John Bassili
Carp Catcher

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