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Lake Bolsena 3rd - 9th September 2012
| Stephen Buss - Entry 6 |
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On the way to Heathrow airport all I could smell was Wels catfish and was sure that whoever sat next to Benji on the plane would wish that they hadn’t. With all windows open bombing down the M25 after drop off and goodbye, a smell was still in the boot as I pulled into an opening pair of gates, again at the Estate Lake and greeted by Whinny the resident 17 stone pot bellied pig.
My time here was short as I had best made plans to cross the Bay of Biscay, into Spain and back to fishing’s business but my target this next session was a couple of perch for two young boys just recently hooked on fishing.
With dad Dave in the wings, we were soon banging out half pound roach on the maggot using 3m poles, an ideal way for this eight and six year old to practice hauling. Pausing only for a spot of light lunch the conditions were perfect and we changed tactics in anticipation of perch. Rumoured to have Percy’s in to nearly 5lb I was keen to get amongst a few of ‘what could be’s’. By the time lunch had settled the float drifted out of sight six year old Finley was first into a red finned and stripy looking fish.
Eight year old brother Max was next into a stripy lump, fine specimens and well over the 4lb mark on the Reuben’s. With a dozen perch now under our belts and not one under 3lb the boys were starting to yawn and it was decided we would all stay the night. The early evening had produced eight carp to low double before the chicken jalfrezi takeaway landed on my lap, rice, nann bread and a can of London pride was enough to make my sleepy head hit the pillow that much harder come 10pm. I awoke to a familiar grunt and not one of my own; instead I opened the eye closest to the ground to see Whinny punching in my leftover Jalfrezi. After a brief chuckle I spied more as Whinny’s tongue wrapped even the last sauce from the takeaway tin, he was wagging his tail when I told him to sit, true to form he did and champed on a slice of bread or two from my fingers before gravity took effect. We were to pack up at midday and by 10 am the bacon was in the pan, we had nailed a couple of small scaley carp to the mat and as I jumped into a jam packed car I did feel guilty for giving whinny half of my sandwich! With just a couple of days before heading back to Spain I felt the need for some retail therapy so took dad from the haunt of his ponds to the shopping centre.
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