Old Dog Vs Young Pup

Written By:
Carl McCormack.

What better to do on a wet bank holiday Monday than use up your old casters from the weekend. After spending the day taking hit after hit in the back pocket sorting Callum's uniform out, the wife kindly let us out for a few hours. So unloading the van on the toe path of the bridgy at 3.40pm, it was going to be a right sprint before the light faded. As I mentioned all we had for bait was the casters I had left over from Saturday, and with Callum laying down the gauntlet that he could out pole fish the waggler, he set us up for a right battle. So, one bait, two methods, and less than three hour's on the clock.......bring it on!

Callum tackled his 5.1/2 foot swim with a 4x12 Chianti to an 0.8 hook length and a size 18. And for me it was a 13ft light waggler rod, 2.5lb main line to an 0.10 hook length with a size 18 hook. I was casting about 20 meters across the canal using a 1.75grm drennan loaded insert, with very little wind and no tow, I could dot it right down. With the clock reading 4.10 pm, we were off.    At 4.18 Callum drew first blood, hooking into a 5oz roach, then another, then another! To make things worse his next fish had the familiar nod of one of the resident bream. So with the time at 4.55 I was three and a half pound behind and starting to plan my excuses. With my wallet starting to twitch yet again (after all there where 5 whole English pounds up for grabs)  it wasn't until 5.03 exactly that my float buried, and the resulting strike was met with 13 foot of carbon hooping round and the electrifying throb of a good bream doing its best to shed the hook. Slipping the net under almost three pounds of Runcorn slab, I was off the mark, and what a start.

My second fish took another five minutes to come, but with an 8oz roach finding the net it was well worth it. All this time though Callum was still putting decent roach and perch in the net, but his bites and stamp of fish was definitely reducing. Between half five and six I had my best spell, by regularly pouching a dozen casters, I found another three bream, and a couple of nice roach. Unfortunately for Callum his bites had all but dried up, which was a shame, because he had worked his swim so well, constantly feeding, and making adjustment's to his rig, yet it just wasn't happening. But what followed for my next three fish may have explained why callums swim had died. As I played another dumpy perch I was in two minds to swing it, or net it. Being lazy I lifted the fish, and just as its tail left the water, all hell broke loose! With a huge thrash and boil, I didn't half jump. To make it more impressive, the old beastly thing had another two attempts to snaffle my fish, only on both occasions it actually left the water in a bid for supper!! What looked to be a pike pushing 10lb in a feeding mood could have explained callum's bite'less  pole line.

With the time reading half six, and a small gap in the rain, we called time so we could get a couple of pics. On lifting the nets it seemed that Callum had the most fish for a weight of around five pound's. But.....the old timer's net had a few surprises in it. Lifting out my fish it was apparent there were a lot less, but with the help of a few bronze beauties there must have been between 12 and 15 pounds in my net. With a sigh of relief, my £5 was safe,, get in!!!! So after only two and a half hours fishing we had managed to put together two nice little nets of fish. And with Callum wanting a stewards inquiry, as he thought it was to be decided on numbers of fish, not weight, haha, brought him up right didn't I ? You couldn't hide from the fact that the waggler, on the right peg, is still the canal king.

I have said this before, but the potential for this canal is massively underestimated, and I really don't think Lymm angling club realize just how much of a jem they have in this water. But untill then, myself and Callum will carry on enjoying it, next time I might give the tip a go.....watch this space.