Saturday 6 June 2015

Finger Ponds

I recently got myself back on the road again with a van after 4 years of going fishing on my mountain bike travelling light with just the lure gear, so as the weather was about to turn nice and warm, myself and Mrs. Piker decided to have a couple of nights relaxing on Nottingham Federations (LINK) Finger Ponds at Holme Pierrepont.

We got camped up and all was quiet on the first day and night, apart from a few twitchy knocks, but around 3 am on the second night I was abruptly woken up by the right hand alarm screaming out a one toner but by the time I realised where I was and what was happening, the fish had buried itself deep inside one of the many thick weed beds out towards the middle of the lake and was lost. Disappointed, I re-bated and cast back in and got back into the sleeping bag feeling frustrated, going over in my mind the mistakes I'd made and thinking about how I should have played it and been more prepared. Just as I was drifting off back to sleep, the other rod  gave out a steady blip blip blip so I shot up and was soon rewarded with a consolation prize of a nice bream in the bottom of the net.

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