The last time most members tried to catch a Goldfish it was with a bamboo stick and a hook and involved a small plastic duck at the fair, but variety is the spice of life as they say so the match was looked forward to with intrepid imagination.
The draw was a unique affair in Pot Black history as the peg you drew was the peg you fished off, this caused some confusion but most members soon settled into their allotted swims, the water was a murky looking mixture but fish could be seen topping out all over the lake, so anticipation was riding high with most members!
Information received earlier confirmed that 'The Wall' and new apprentice improver and caddy Louis had been practicing at the venue earlier during the week and our leader was confident of removing Big Paul Chilvers from the knockout. They had been drawn next to each other so a nice friendly match with plenty of banter was on the cards, the other remaining two in the knockout Bob Morris and 'Mad Bruce' where drawn across the lake more or less opposite each other so again friendly rivalry was going to be evident.
From the whistle tatics where very different, ex-professional angler and all round expert on most things piscatorial 'Nigel Blowers' went straight on the feeder, Bruce followed Nigee's lead, most others went with a float fished bait some on the pole, others with the old fashioned rod and line.
Things got off to a slow start until Loius decided to fish rather to close to the island and managed to put his float into the trees opposite, much tugging and pulling but it would not come free, then our leader piped up 'do not break my pole Louis' so in valiant effort to save our leaders pole Louis had to adopt the Banjo method of pole retrieval and it was down to his skiddies and in for a dip for Louis.
Official club photographer Paul Chilvers was again on hand to catch the event for postrity, but this has not been added to the blog as the Pot Black Web Master (thanks for the sarcasm) is unable to download the photos at present and this has caused the Marsh Trail report and photos to be put into cyberspace hopefully to be retrieved and published at a later date.
The Wall / Chilvers conflict was neck and neck with both catching at a fair rate, Bob Morris was into a good number of fish but Mad Bruce using his delicate feeder tactics hap produced 3 nice fish of about 4lbs each by the half way stage.
Steve Moyse fishing in the corner peg was practicing his repertoire of well know swearing and cursing and even managed a few that Nigee had not heard, best to say he did not have the best of days and adopted the Ardo 'F**k' the fishing and pack up early technique. At the other end of the lake Moyse senior was also having a non productive day as well but proof that you mellow with the years as Roy carried on till the bitter end and weighed in his catch at the end.
At the weigh in Bruce was top dog and consequently demoted Bob Morris to the 'also ran' pile, Big Paul proved that the younger man had more staying power and sent 'The Wall' crashing out of the much sort after Knockout. So its Paul Chilvers versus Bruce (he must have a surname) but 'Mad Dog' will do for now in the Knockout. Club champion is now drawing close and its swimmer banjo v's The Enforcer Paul (Who's the Daddy) Bultitude, its nearly a two horse race but 3rd position is a up for grabs with The Wall, Aaron, young Louis and Big paul Chilvers all in the running then just a point back of them is the chasing pack including Nigee, Ardo, Bob Morris and young Keiron and his Dad.
So It's looking good for the run up to the end of season, who will win the Knockout? Who will be Supreme Champion? Will the match at Topcroft be oversubscribed and we can have the famous Pot Black 'I will fish the peg by the bush' well within 20ft extra peg put in.
Till the next time may your maggot always 'Wiggle'
The Other Bank
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
Tuesday, 18 August 2009
THE OTHER BANK
Marsh Trail Sunday 2nd August 2009 1pm – 7pm.
It was doubles / trebles / knock out 87th round / totally confuse everyone, but at least Wally knows what is going on !!! (just as Mark C).
The draw was a leisurely affair conducted on the bench overlooking the lake in the sunshine, Big Bulti was late due to a close encounter with an “officer of the law” and his little radar gun (large portion of humble pie for about 15 minutes, but no points) 44mph in a 40 limit is nearly a hanging offence these days. Bob Morris would not fit under the “anti gypo” barrier so had to negotiate the brambles from the bypass and was also a little late on parade.
The lake was surveyed and give the old “Pot Black Treatment” leave out this one this one and that one, you have drawn 15 well that means you are fishing on 18, I have drawn 3 so is that 6 the question was asked ?, no that is 3 as you have drawn it, but everyone seemed to arrive at the correct peg.
Trevor Ardo drew the much favored by the locals swim under the trees, he had obviously borrowed Nigees generator as he could be heard putt putt puttering nearly all day until throwing back his fish and heading off for an early bath. As soon as the match was over the “locals jumped in Trevor’s swim and had landed a nice carp of about 3lbs before the weigh in was over.
The match started early (yes defiantly early) obviously our leader was ready on time for once, and Mr Michael Wall was quickly into fish landing 4 in the first half an hour of the match while everyone else just sat watching in total amazement. The three stooges fishing from the causeway pegs (Paul Chilvers, Daddy Bulti and the angling legend that is Nigel Blowers) where very keen to encourage our leader and issue helpful advise along the lines of “mind you do not lose that one” “make sure you do not miss the net” and many other helpful comments where directed to him.
With the sun on their backs the low numbered pegs where very pleasant to fish from although with a good breeze blowing the causeway pegs where donning overcoats and mentioning that it was rather cold in there swims, (such a shame). Two hours into the match and “The Wall” was still catching fish while most others were at best struggling, Bob Morris sneaked along and received some tips (and some secret bait) from the Wall only to return to his peg and catch two fish straight off, this was obviously not mentioned much by other club members.
Then it happened the Banjo fishing the corner peg was taken into the bushes by a good fish, the fish pulled, Banjo pulled back, with hindsight probably a little to hard because a cracking/splitting sound could be heard all round the lake and Banjos prize pole was now in two rather large pieces. A friendship born many years ago in the classroom at Junior school came into play as Banjo was quite upset and his lifelong friend and confidant Mr Chilvers issued reassuring words “get your swimming gear out Banjo”, that’s f—ked it, never mind I am sure you will be able to mend it. These reassuring words where all offered to console Banjo in his hour of need, he then spent the next 3 hours asking at 10 minute intervals “can you see my float” and “is my pole still floating”.
It has been brought to the attention of the writer from an undisclosed source (OK Paul Chilvers told me), that Banjo used to be known as Aqua Banj in his previous hobby of scuba diving and this would obviously come in handy in retrieving his precious pole sections from the murky depths of Marsh Trail Lakes.
Now as the match drew to an end the Wall was a definite winner Bob Morris using the tips and bait managed a second and Martin Dingit a third, but with it being Trebles it all changed and please refer to the table for final confirmed positions.
As the weigh in was getting under way Trevor was hurtling down the bypass towards Lowestoft the Banj stripped down to his skiddys for a spot of pole retrieval. In true Pot Black style it has also started a look-alike caption and photo, so Banjo is first,
Smeagol the Gollum
It was doubles / trebles / knock out 87th round / totally confuse everyone, but at least Wally knows what is going on !!! (just as Mark C).
The draw was a leisurely affair conducted on the bench overlooking the lake in the sunshine, Big Bulti was late due to a close encounter with an “officer of the law” and his little radar gun (large portion of humble pie for about 15 minutes, but no points) 44mph in a 40 limit is nearly a hanging offence these days. Bob Morris would not fit under the “anti gypo” barrier so had to negotiate the brambles from the bypass and was also a little late on parade.
The lake was surveyed and give the old “Pot Black Treatment” leave out this one this one and that one, you have drawn 15 well that means you are fishing on 18, I have drawn 3 so is that 6 the question was asked ?, no that is 3 as you have drawn it, but everyone seemed to arrive at the correct peg.
Trevor Ardo drew the much favored by the locals swim under the trees, he had obviously borrowed Nigees generator as he could be heard putt putt puttering nearly all day until throwing back his fish and heading off for an early bath. As soon as the match was over the “locals jumped in Trevor’s swim and had landed a nice carp of about 3lbs before the weigh in was over.
The match started early (yes defiantly early) obviously our leader was ready on time for once, and Mr Michael Wall was quickly into fish landing 4 in the first half an hour of the match while everyone else just sat watching in total amazement. The three stooges fishing from the causeway pegs (Paul Chilvers, Daddy Bulti and the angling legend that is Nigel Blowers) where very keen to encourage our leader and issue helpful advise along the lines of “mind you do not lose that one” “make sure you do not miss the net” and many other helpful comments where directed to him.
With the sun on their backs the low numbered pegs where very pleasant to fish from although with a good breeze blowing the causeway pegs where donning overcoats and mentioning that it was rather cold in there swims, (such a shame). Two hours into the match and “The Wall” was still catching fish while most others were at best struggling, Bob Morris sneaked along and received some tips (and some secret bait) from the Wall only to return to his peg and catch two fish straight off, this was obviously not mentioned much by other club members.
Then it happened the Banjo fishing the corner peg was taken into the bushes by a good fish, the fish pulled, Banjo pulled back, with hindsight probably a little to hard because a cracking/splitting sound could be heard all round the lake and Banjos prize pole was now in two rather large pieces. A friendship born many years ago in the classroom at Junior school came into play as Banjo was quite upset and his lifelong friend and confidant Mr Chilvers issued reassuring words “get your swimming gear out Banjo”, that’s f—ked it, never mind I am sure you will be able to mend it. These reassuring words where all offered to console Banjo in his hour of need, he then spent the next 3 hours asking at 10 minute intervals “can you see my float” and “is my pole still floating”.
It has been brought to the attention of the writer from an undisclosed source (OK Paul Chilvers told me), that Banjo used to be known as Aqua Banj in his previous hobby of scuba diving and this would obviously come in handy in retrieving his precious pole sections from the murky depths of Marsh Trail Lakes.
Now as the match drew to an end the Wall was a definite winner Bob Morris using the tips and bait managed a second and Martin Dingit a third, but with it being Trebles it all changed and please refer to the table for final confirmed positions.
As the weigh in was getting under way Trevor was hurtling down the bypass towards Lowestoft the Banj stripped down to his skiddys for a spot of pole retrieval. In true Pot Black style it has also started a look-alike caption and photo, so Banjo is first,
Smeagol the Gollum
Wednesday, 5 August 2009
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