Todber Manor Wadmill lake.

Today's plan was to put in some practice on the pellet waggler ready for an upcoming float only league being fished on a variety of venues. But as with everything I seem to do at the moment it all went a little wrong, well a complete waste of time TBH.



I got down to the lake early to try and get a couple of decent pegs for Mark and myself, I chose a couple of swims in the middle of the lake and while waiting for Mark decided to set my kit up in a swim looking out over open water, the intention was to start fishing the waggler on the deck and come up in the water. Just as I was getting set up Mark arrived and settled into the next peg to my right looking at the point of an island, his plan was the same as mine but he would fish over to the point of the island again starting on the deck but aiming to get them on the pellet waggler a bit later on.

We started fishing and as expected Mark was getting indications straight away and 5 Min's in hooked and lost his first fish, a further 5 min after that he hooked and this time landed a big F1 about 2lb. All the while I was playing around with depths etc.. trying to get presentation right, surprisingly the weather forecast was wrong again and we had quite strong winds and later in the sessions thunder, lightning and heavy rain, which made presentation particularly difficult.
An hour went by and apart for a couple of quick knocks I had yet to have a bite, Mark mean while had managed to put a couple more fish in the net but was missing bite indicating that the fish had come up in the water. A switch to a dumpy waggler saw him catch another couple of fish fairly quickly

2 hours in and I had yet to get a bite Mark had about 6 fish and things were not looking good. I decided to switch to the pole and see if I could catch some on the paste. It took me about half an hour before I got my first indication which provided me with my first fish, a bream of about 5lb , next drop in I hooked another one, but the hook pulled, then another drop in and I hooked what felt like a carp but again the hook pulled. That went up the bank for a while and out went the waggler again, for the next couple of hours I switched between the pole and the waggler and put in a stunning display of catching nothing. Finally the float on the paste rig shot away and I was again rewarded with a bream, that I suspected was the same fish as they were both missing most of their tail.

Well, that was it for me. I had successfully managed to visit a lake solid with carp and avoid every one of them, Mark finished up with 11 fish up to about 8lb and we both set off for home soaking wet and totally fed up.