Posts Tagged ‘Surefire’

What A Road Trip!

August 17, 2010

Good Evening.

I have probably just covered more miles in my van in the last week, than I did in the last eight months in Italy! I have literally driven the length and breadth of the UK, visiting a few of my sponsors to have meetings about the coming year, and to pick up some new products too. I even had a chance to wet a line for a couple of hours, so that was an added bonus, and the hardcore road trip all started last Tuesday.

I left Wiltshire with a short 150 mile drive to Sheffield. I had a meeting planned with Dynamite Baits the following day in Nottingham, so Martin Ford, and his lovely wife Caroline, put me up, once again, for the night. This makes three nights in the last year, and I may have to give them the vote for the best B & B in the North! Last time I stayed with MF we popped down to his local water to have a dabble. It proved unsuccessful. This time round we popped down to see if we could sneak one off the top. I had a slight chance after getting them cagily taking DB mixers of the top in the ripple, but once again we left without getting the net wet. Martin swears he catches every time he pops down for a couple of hours, so either I jinx him, or he is a liar!!

The following morning, and with my bait-sponsor meeting done and dusted, it was then time to clock up another 120 miles, and travel north-west to Lancaster, to stay with my good mate Matt Dent. Matt recently wrote a two-part Orellana piece for International Carper, and is someone I met at Cassien in 2008. After popping to a couple of rivers to check for salmon and sea trout – (he is an Environmental Agency worker), we nipped out for a few pints at his local, where I managed to persuade a George Formby impersonator to play “When I’m Cleaning Windows” at the weekly open-mic night. I had a very early start the following day as I had to drive east towards Northumberland where SONIK are based, so I got quite a shock when I noticed the time was 1.30am!

With four and a half hours sleep under my belt I left Lancaster and was soon driving across the top of the lake district before veering right and cutting cross-country towards Newcastle. I made good time covering the 130 miles and was in the north-east by 8ish. The Little Thief (Chef) breakfast went down well, and before I knew it I was sat having a coffee in the Blyth based company office belonging to SONIK. After discussing a few products with them and looking at some new things in the pipeline, I left armed with some new rods, including the SK3 2.5lb tc carp rods, and a 9ft 2.5lb tc margin rod. The SK3′s are perfect for close range snag fishing of which I am a big fan, and I look forward to using them as soon as possible.

If you remember reading my early blog chapters about Cassien in 2009 when I fished at Aviron, you might recall a female came to visit me for a week. Well…it just so happens that Heidi, the shower girl, lives in Newcastle, so I figured it would be rude not to look her up, and a wise decision it was!

The following morning dawned, quicker than I would have liked, and I was back on the road again, heading 150 miles down the A1/M1 towards Sheffield. I had a meeting organised with Trakker, and I was keen to see how the pictures for the catalogue had come out – very well as it turns out! I picked up some new products whilst I was there, and within thirty minutes I was back on the road, covering the short 50 mile trip towards Nottingham.

I had some bait to pick up, so a healthy amount of the Fresh Fish, Mussel and Oyster boilies, were carefully loaded onto my van. I will use these on my way down to Spain, as I have a few waters in mind that I would like to fish before crossing the Spanish border. In Spain I will be back on the Carp-Tec range.

After the bait was on board I now had to make it over to the Forest of Dean – another 120 mile journey! Through the magic of the Dynamite Baits website, an old school friend had tracked me down, and it was twenty-three years since we had seen each other! My friend James has three children, two of which are mad-keen match anglers, and in fact, Ethan and Blake had a match the very next morning, so after a quick chat with my generous bait sponsor, the two young lads were kitted out with matching DB caps, and a few bags and tubs of match fishing bait. Naturally they were chuffed to bits, and I must say a personal thanks to Chris and Jonathan for sorting that out.

Two happy chappies!!

Four mornings after beginning my road trip I arrived back in one piece at my parents house in Wiltshire, after covering approximately 1000 miles. Where am I now you may ask? In Surrey of all places, as I still have a few important things to do before I return to France, including a meeting down in Southampton with Ross Honey (aka WCC promoter) to discuss the upcoming carp-competition. One of my other sponsors Edgar Brothers Outdoor have kindly agreed to supply some great products for the event for the Marshals and for prizes. These will include products from the BlackHawk and Surefire brands. I am really looking forward to the event – in fact I can’t wait!

Well, this will be the last blog till I return to France in a week or so.

See you then, in the mean time ”enjoy” your carping, wherever you may be!

Jake and the dogs.

Broken Rods, More Bites, And More Carp!

June 8, 2010

Good Evening.

Tiredness got the better of me last night so after eating dinner I got an early night. The high temperatures in the daytime, combined with the simple fact you spend much time in the bivvy, hiding from the tiger mosquitos, does little for the energy levels, and although I am drinking plenty of fluids to prevent dehydration, and eating well, sleep is a good thing anyway!

Just as dawn began to make an appearance I heard a single beep from one of my friends alarms. I watched as the hanger dropped and then slowly climbed to the top, before the rod tip slowly pulled forwards, and line was pulled from the spool. I have a great view of my friends rods from my window, and a sharp ear, so I gave him a shout to make sure he had heard the take. I suddenly saw him making a dash for it and off he went in his boat. The take did seem rather slow and I wondered/hoped that a big fish might be responsible. Feeding time was clearly upon us as one of my rods signalled an occurence. My long-range rod had been picked up, or rather the rock lead had been ejected, as the hanger suddenly started to slowly drop. I wound down to feel no resistance, so after reeling in the slack and sorry-looking line, I put the rod back on the pod, and then waited to see what my friend had caught (or actually what I mean to say is, I quickly got back in my bivvy and waited in there, as I was getting bitten alive!).

About a dozen of the little creatures had managed to enter whilst I had been attending to my rod, so I squashed the blood-filled critters with a piece of blood-stained card I have on my bivvy table, especially for this purpose. I have a fantastic new torch from Surefire called the M4 Devastator which throws out an incredible 350 lumens of powerful light. Finding the mossies with this bright beam is fairly easy, and once they are filled with blood from the poor ‘sitting duck’ dogs, they move very slowly anyway, and are very easy to exterminate with my card squasher.

I could vaguely hear an Italian cursing in the distance. The Italian swear words are words I now know well, and there were plenty coming from my friend. They grew in volume and I could clearly tell he wasn’t happy. It turned out he had extracted the carp from the pads, and then locked up his clutch when the fish was near his boat to stop it getting into a nearby snag. The fish had gone ballistic and dived for cover, and the rod then broke in four pieces, the strong hook then straightened out, and not surprisingly popped out, leaving my friend staring at fading ripples, and holding what can only be described as a half century rod! There was little I could say at 5am to comfort my friend, so I left him to it, squished the last mossie against my mesh window, checked the dogs for anymore diners, and got back to the business of sleep.

Half and hour later my tiger nut rod was picked up. A short fight took place and I netted a common close to 20lbs. I returned it immediately but decided not to drop the rod back in position, as I still had the yellow/red plastic pop-up offering not too far from where I had just caught the common from. No more action came however, and before I knew it my friend had departed for work, rather deflated, and I was faced with another day in the jungle!

Feed us!

"Don't mess with me!"

aw....!

I have spent most of the day writing from the bivvy. The resident swans with their brood of five, grey, fluffy chicks came past for lunch, so I fed them some brown sliced bread in return for a few pictures. The male looked huge close up, so I didn’t get too close, but greed eventually got the better of the two parents, which meant I could snap away at the curious chicks. I also had a visit from a local old boy who fishes at the lake, and he dropped off two jars of home prepared tomatoes, in return for two knots I showed him at the weekend. A fair swap one might say!

The rods are out for another night and I will return with more tales tomorrow.

Cheers

Jake and the dogs.

Tick Tock!!

March 29, 2010

Good Evening.

A short post tonight because I am absolutely shattered. After finishing the second part of my series for Spiegel magazine by late morning, I ambled out in the boat for a look along the margins to my left. The light wasn’t great due to the cloudy day and lack of sun, but my polaroids enabled me to see the lakebed and I found some interesting patches on the bottom. Small fish scales were clearly evident from predator attacks, and kills no doubt. I also found traces of what looked like excreted mussel shells. I am going to have a closer look tomorrow to be certain. There is no guarantee that this is a fresh deposit but it is a clear indication that the carp love coming right into the reedy edge in no more than 1m of water. I have stuck a rod there for tonight and tomorrow the work will continue. The wind actually picked up around 5pm when I was off to drop the rods, so the visibilty had become poor and the conditions for the boat weren’t ideal. I managed though!

Last night I had a few beeps at 9pm on the tree stump rod. This was more than likely from a small fish; a roach or a bream. I went and redropped the rod in the dark and as I came back towards my red flashing light on my pod, I couldn’t help but notice lots of fish just below the surface in the beam of my Surefire head torch. It was alive with fish. I had earlier sprinkled some pellet around the tree stump area and I am sure this attracted plenty of evening diners.

Funnily enough I have just had a couple of beeps on the same rod at the same time this evening. Things are starting to happen. At Cassien the bream always seem to switch on first after the colder weather, and I am sure it is the same on most lakes. Carp can certainly go longer without eating as their metabolism slows down in cold water temperatures, but the smaller stuff must begin eating sooner to stay strong to help against predator attacks I guess, of which there has been plenty along the edges.

I can almost smell the carp and I think I am getting closer to a capture.

Back tomorrow.

Jake and the dogs.


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