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I’d been watching the weather and there was rain forecast that very night, with daytime temperatures back down to low 20’s all week, surely, after a prolonged spell this would switch the fish on. The lads drove out of the gate and with the light drizzle falling upon us, we couldn’t wait to get set up and see how it looked from there.
My old sparring partner Beechy was opposite me in the Pampas, this would prove to be the deciding factor in what we both ended up catching. I knew we’d work the water between us, almost fishing like a tag team, but the first job was to get the bivvy up and sort everything out.
The drizzle had now stopped and it made fish spotting an absolute breeze. It was flat calm, and as I’d got all three rods rigged up, I started to notice several patches of fizzers appearing all over the swim. I’ll be honest, I wasn’t planning on fishing until after tea, I much prefer to let the fish have a bit of peace on changeover day. This allows them to move about with no line pressure or leads flying all over the place, but the more I watched, the more it looked like a quick bite was on the cards.
Temptation took over and I couldn’t hold out any longer, so a couple of running rigs on light leads, with a mesh bag of pellets were overcast and pulled back to the zones where the fizzers were. I went about my business for maybe 15 minutes or so when the right hand rod buckled round and I was away. I was using my new TX2s in 2.75tc with my baitrunner, so the rod was bent into it’s full curve and all was well with the world.
The fish didn’t feel massive, but I had a double take, so I was now in a bit of a pickle. I shouted up to Daz who was only maybe 80 yards away, and he was soon by my side with the other rod doubled over. They both turned out to be low 20s, but more to the point, they were absolute crackers and I was off the mark within half an hour.
After the commotion you’d have thought the pack would have spooked, but by the looks of things they hadn’t. So I thought I’d chance my arm with a couple more bags and only went and had another double take. This was ridiculous, Keith’s isn’t a runs water, far from it, but I wasn’t going to complain at this early flurry of action.
The dam wall looking from the Pampas, the willow marks the halfway point. I did have a couple of smaller fish from here, but by putting a line on it from both sides, slowed the action