Chapter 2
Our peg 1 was the upstream end at the bottom of the weir.
Jubilee bridge in the distance
Pegs 1-5 were most favoured, along with Phil B’s peg 17 just above the bridge. I heard talk of a shoal of chub with some bream visible under the bridge, so Phil was a real contender today.
Not a brilliant turnout again today for a variety of reasons but at least there was one more than on the last pool match and with 17 pegs in there was going to be a couple of spare pegs going free.
Two golden pegs were drawn no’s 7 & 15. As the draw went ahead and I scribbled down the draw, I was relieved to see the low favoured numbers go
but not so chuffed to draw peg 8. :(
Looking at the board I noticed that golden peg 7 hadn’t been drawn, so with that moving up to the next drawn number, peg 8, I’d got a GP by default.
Only one problem, I’d had a run down of the pegs by one of the host clubs officers and my peg - which turned out to be perm 10 - didn’t feature in the reckoning.
So reality set in, no chance of a win today, :'( just needed to get my head down and see if I could scrape through knock out as today was the qtr final - 8 left in it with 4 to go through………….
Must say, on arrival at 8 I was pleased with the state of the pegs, the host club had done a grand job with them with all being ‘stepped down’, so you didn’t need to be a mountain goat.
What was also pleasing, as Bullah had indicated in his text, there were small fish topping all over the river -
not cormorant ravaged as had been suggested to me.
However the gods weren’t letting us have it all our own way……………there was a stinking downstreamer - well at least where I was - and it was also blowing slightly into my face.
For company below me on peg 9 was Juan Chub, making his 2011 Cashmores debut - all that work and no play………………... with dad Geoff in tow, threatening to do the David Baileys for us - ps ta Geoff
Originally it looked like Juan Chub had some ‘mid river’ stick ups in his peg, but on closer inspection from my peg upstream I could concur with him that they were in fact parts of a branch lodged in his peg. But like a true stalwart, he declined the opportunity to move upstream to a vacant peg.
Bullah was next to approach me and sort a ‘move’ to another peg. ‘Fine’ I hadn’t any problem with that, after all it’s just friendly club fishing…………
Bullah decided to drop in above me on peg 7 - not sure whether he thought he was now in with a chance of winning the 'original' golden peg
……………so I was now hemmed in by two river cracks…………..was I up against it or what
With that downstream wind, float control was always going to be an issue - so the old Shimano Diaflashes bought along for the wag and stick stopped in the holdall as I decided to fish 12 mtrs of pole to the centre of the river where fish were topping and also set two whips up……….but care was going to be needed as I was impeded both left and right by overhead trees……