Post by rushy on May 21, 2014 14:22:48 GMT
Well Jimmy had offered me a sessions Carp fishing the Fulla way, so after a disappointing morning at Queen Marys I headed to Knotford Bradford Water.
Jimmy was all set up with an impressive array of matching rods, reels and alarms.
I had a quick and knowledgeable introduction to the basics of Carp fishing tactics rigs and terminal tackle and we were soon ready to cast out and do the business
Out the 4 rods went in a nice arc covering a fair old expanse of water … anticipation was in the air and a confident Fulla was hyped up
8 and a half minutes passed and I was getting itchy feet and had already started watching the birdies with my binos. I stood up and made my way to the car
“Rushy where ya going “ asked Jimmy
I’m just off to get my float rod and peacokk waggler , thought if I strung some number 8 ‘s down the line and ….
“Rushy – if you get that crappy float rod and crappy waggler out of your crappy car , I’ll stick the waggler somewhere you wont be able to see it without a mirror “ – says Jimmy rather too convincingly
“Well, I just thought … “
“ Rushy – sit down, relax and wait for those Delkims to go off mate – I guarantee we WILL get a run “
So I sat down, arms folded and sulked .. sure I could have got a roach or two while we were waiting
10 minutes later I heard a muffled beep and while I was swivelling my head round 360 degrees to get my good ear to determine where the noise was coming from, Jimmy was up like Usain Bolt and with a swift all in one action, flicked the baitrunner , lifted the rod and it bent double - “Rushy we’re in lad !! “
I was still sat in my chair turning round to figure out where the beeping had been coming from and why it had now stopped - “Rushy – get the net ya muppet “
5 minutes later a 17lb er was in the net
I moved my seat so my good lug was facing the alarms and settled down with renewed confidence. Just as I was relaxing, I heard the tell tale beeeeep …. I jumped up and dived towards the rods “Rushy ya daft deaf git – it’s a text message on my phone”
I sat down again , heart pounding , beads of sweat starting to appear on my forehead, a red flush on my chest. Not sure how much of this I could take … it’s a lot easier watching a float dissapear !!
After another couple of false alarms – one fire engine and a woodpecker – it happened for real !! The alarm went off , line screamed off the reel , the buzzer light was flashing. I leapt up off my chair, knocked my flask flying, stood on Jimmys ten quid boilies, knocked his stove over and then ran round in circles waving my arms shouting “Don’t panic, don’t panic , it’s a bite , it’s a bite”
Jimmy came over, whacked me over the head with his boilie crusher “For Christs sake Rushy STRIKE !!! “
I bent down picked the rod up and WHAM !!
Jimmy ducked and called me some sort of idiot – I missed the exact adjective – but I don’t think it was complimentary
“ I said strike, not try and pull the bloody fish straight out of the water and onto the A658 ya daft sod. He stayed crouched down rocking his head from side to side in his hands – “Rushy what ya doing to my lovely Knotford”
“Sorry Jimmy – I just got a bit excited, it’s all these alarms and flashing lights , it’s all too much for me mate.
Anyway , the fishes head had stayed attached to it’s body and my first Carp session fish was on the bank ………………… a 5LB 14oz Tench
Had just spent 4 hours at QMP trying to get one of these
And so that was it, Fulla had quickly, expertly and successfully introduced me to the world of Carp angling ! I was no longer a novice, well, we still had a few minor points to sort out but hey, Shane didn’t become a fly fishing maestro overnight.
I had to settle the nerves and get the old blood pressure down, so set off to the local chippy to treat me and my brilliant mentor to once wi’ scraps. I got a little delayed cos I was telling the rather nice young lady in the Chippy all about my new PB tench.
Oh, and then there was the reversing lorry with it’s beepers which caught me unawares and before I realised, I had jumped out of the car in the middle of the road looking to strike into my next fish !! A gentle wave to all around seemed to get me out of the situation as I climbed back into the car with a slightly red face.
When I got back Jimmy had managed to tidy up the route of my charge towards the rods. Flask back in place, crushed boilies swept up and re-bagged, stove re-assembled , albeit it somewhat dented here and there, and we sat down for a nice fish and chip tea while I told him all about how I played the Tench while he laid shaking on the floor – I did ask if he thought it would be possible to cast a waggler out to the Carp with a boilie on but I don’t think he heard me
Tea finished and we were ready for action again and it wasn’t long before the fish came – all without further incident
First Jimmy got a nice 13lb fishy
Then I was soon into the fish we had come in search of ...... my first Carp doing proper Carp fishing with alarms and flashing lights and boilies and things. Bang on 14lb and scale perfect
Not bad - 2 PB's in two casts - he must be a good teacher that Fulla
Then a rod went off again and as I was clambering my way towards it I was dragged back by the scruff of my best t shirt like someone being broken up from a fight behind the school gym ........ "That's my rod Rushy "
Only an 8lb 4oz Bream !!!! That would have been 3 PB's in 3 casts ...... I'm sure that was my rod
..........; and I told him after the photo , I wasn't comfortable with him fishing naked except his trainers 
And all too soon it was time to go home cos Jimmys other half was texting him constantly to say if he wasn't home soon she would put his Carp rods and boilies where he wouldn't be able to see them without a mirror
A great session and a big big thanks to the Fulla for showing me how to go on and putting me onto two lovely fish
Right, where's my peacokk waggler , I'm sure that would take a boilie ..............
Jimmy was all set up with an impressive array of matching rods, reels and alarms.
I had a quick and knowledgeable introduction to the basics of Carp fishing tactics rigs and terminal tackle and we were soon ready to cast out and do the business
Out the 4 rods went in a nice arc covering a fair old expanse of water … anticipation was in the air and a confident Fulla was hyped up
8 and a half minutes passed and I was getting itchy feet and had already started watching the birdies with my binos. I stood up and made my way to the car
“Rushy where ya going “ asked Jimmy
I’m just off to get my float rod and peacokk waggler , thought if I strung some number 8 ‘s down the line and ….
“Rushy – if you get that crappy float rod and crappy waggler out of your crappy car , I’ll stick the waggler somewhere you wont be able to see it without a mirror “ – says Jimmy rather too convincingly
“Well, I just thought … “
“ Rushy – sit down, relax and wait for those Delkims to go off mate – I guarantee we WILL get a run “
So I sat down, arms folded and sulked .. sure I could have got a roach or two while we were waiting
10 minutes later I heard a muffled beep and while I was swivelling my head round 360 degrees to get my good ear to determine where the noise was coming from, Jimmy was up like Usain Bolt and with a swift all in one action, flicked the baitrunner , lifted the rod and it bent double - “Rushy we’re in lad !! “
I was still sat in my chair turning round to figure out where the beeping had been coming from and why it had now stopped - “Rushy – get the net ya muppet “
5 minutes later a 17lb er was in the net
I moved my seat so my good lug was facing the alarms and settled down with renewed confidence. Just as I was relaxing, I heard the tell tale beeeeep …. I jumped up and dived towards the rods “Rushy ya daft deaf git – it’s a text message on my phone”
I sat down again , heart pounding , beads of sweat starting to appear on my forehead, a red flush on my chest. Not sure how much of this I could take … it’s a lot easier watching a float dissapear !!
After another couple of false alarms – one fire engine and a woodpecker – it happened for real !! The alarm went off , line screamed off the reel , the buzzer light was flashing. I leapt up off my chair, knocked my flask flying, stood on Jimmys ten quid boilies, knocked his stove over and then ran round in circles waving my arms shouting “Don’t panic, don’t panic , it’s a bite , it’s a bite”
Jimmy came over, whacked me over the head with his boilie crusher “For Christs sake Rushy STRIKE !!! “
I bent down picked the rod up and WHAM !!
Jimmy ducked and called me some sort of idiot – I missed the exact adjective – but I don’t think it was complimentary
“ I said strike, not try and pull the bloody fish straight out of the water and onto the A658 ya daft sod. He stayed crouched down rocking his head from side to side in his hands – “Rushy what ya doing to my lovely Knotford”
“Sorry Jimmy – I just got a bit excited, it’s all these alarms and flashing lights , it’s all too much for me mate.
Anyway , the fishes head had stayed attached to it’s body and my first Carp session fish was on the bank ………………… a 5LB 14oz Tench
Had just spent 4 hours at QMP trying to get one of these 
And so that was it, Fulla had quickly, expertly and successfully introduced me to the world of Carp angling ! I was no longer a novice, well, we still had a few minor points to sort out but hey, Shane didn’t become a fly fishing maestro overnight.
I had to settle the nerves and get the old blood pressure down, so set off to the local chippy to treat me and my brilliant mentor to once wi’ scraps. I got a little delayed cos I was telling the rather nice young lady in the Chippy all about my new PB tench.
Oh, and then there was the reversing lorry with it’s beepers which caught me unawares and before I realised, I had jumped out of the car in the middle of the road looking to strike into my next fish !! A gentle wave to all around seemed to get me out of the situation as I climbed back into the car with a slightly red face.
When I got back Jimmy had managed to tidy up the route of my charge towards the rods. Flask back in place, crushed boilies swept up and re-bagged, stove re-assembled , albeit it somewhat dented here and there, and we sat down for a nice fish and chip tea while I told him all about how I played the Tench while he laid shaking on the floor – I did ask if he thought it would be possible to cast a waggler out to the Carp with a boilie on but I don’t think he heard me
Tea finished and we were ready for action again and it wasn’t long before the fish came – all without further incident
First Jimmy got a nice 13lb fishy
Then I was soon into the fish we had come in search of ...... my first Carp doing proper Carp fishing with alarms and flashing lights and boilies and things. Bang on 14lb and scale perfect
Not bad - 2 PB's in two casts - he must be a good teacher that Fulla
Then a rod went off again and as I was clambering my way towards it I was dragged back by the scruff of my best t shirt like someone being broken up from a fight behind the school gym ........ "That's my rod Rushy "
Only an 8lb 4oz Bream !!!! That would have been 3 PB's in 3 casts ...... I'm sure that was my rod
..........; and I told him after the photo , I wasn't comfortable with him fishing naked except his trainers 
And all too soon it was time to go home cos Jimmys other half was texting him constantly to say if he wasn't home soon she would put his Carp rods and boilies where he wouldn't be able to see them without a mirror
A great session and a big big thanks to the Fulla for showing me how to go on and putting me onto two lovely fish
Right, where's my peacokk waggler , I'm sure that would take a boilie ..............
Shane your turn next buddy 
