After last years dizzy heights of winning the league and having the individual champion in the team, we had a lot to live up to. I drew for the team, Fred on 127, Mark on 96, myself on 64, Paul on 47 and Glenn on 16.
So, the famous, or is it the infamous monk peg for me, the wind was all wrong for the peg, especially as Lodge is float only. I set up a waggler to fish to the end bank, pole rig for dobbing bread up the edge and a couple of rigs to catch skimmers on in the open water.
I'm going to struggle to fill in much more detail or pad it out, as I sat and watched Ken catching on 66 and could see fish coming out with regularity in the opposite corner, pegs 53/73. None of my floats moved, even a line fed with squatt did not give me a bite. I kept giving each line - the waggler to the end bank, the bread/maggots/prawn dobbed up the edge and the skimmer line - 20 minutes each and had not so much as a tremor on any of the floats.
The last 20 minutes were spent on the waggler and I wa staring 0 points and a blank in the face, when at 15.26, 4 minutes before the all out, the waggler dipped and after the most nervy battle ever, a 6.5lb common was netted 2 minutes after the whistle and took me from 0 to 8 points.
We ended up aout halfway and considering we had several pegs at the wrong end of the lakes, we at least have somehing to build on.
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