Aok then Tricast62
Well spose I’d better finally pen a few words about this action packed, fun filled, exciting instalment of the 2012 series.
Going into this final match there were a number of things to be ‘sorted’ – for instance who’d be declared the Cashmores 2012 champion ???? – nearly all the runners and riders had fallen by the wayside leaving it a two horse race in this final furlong. The odds on favourite was MrV who’d topped the leader board for some time – ever since he had started drifting to the ‘dark side’
earlier in the season with a string of decent results on venues far from his beloved cuts and rivers...........Only Zorro had the slimmest chance of catching him – and TBH that dependend on a massive landslide of a result today
The knock out was to be sorted too – the final battle again entailed Zorro in a head to head with KOD
That’s not to mention this was also the ‘fur and feather’ with a bottle or two up for grabs
Plus the Golden peg now stood at 200 sovs plus – would it survive the 3 golden pegs on offer today
Back to the morning............
My pleading with Heinzer not to pick up until 7.45am had fallen on deaf ears as he rolled up promptly as reluctantly arranged at 7.30am.
In fact as it turned out I could have had another 45 mins lie in, cuss as we arrived at the fishery just after 8.15am it turned out that we, along with anglers fishing the open on the adjoining pool, were ‘halted’ just inside the fishery entrance because of an ‘impending’ shoot on the grounds.
After about another half hour,
a couple of dozen fully tweeded bods sauntered past with retrievers on leads down to the shoot area. After what seemed like an eternity
– well 15 mins – the sound of beaters, followed by gun shots, further followed by angler’s cheers as the odd pheasant flew past us having escaped the artillery
When the all clear sounded, we finally got to the adjoining fishery carp park, shown on the top left hand corner of the aerial shot of fishery. By the time we’d all gathered fully garbed, the time was 9.30am and with the ‘size’ of the pool it was agreed a 10.45am ‘kick off’
Whilst waiting for the draw I wandered down to the waters edge and looked at the first platform. Couldnt spot a number on it.
Nor any no on the platform to the left
..........nor to the right
I’d got an obvious interest in what those peg numbers were as I’d decided beforehand – whether they were good or bad
– I was gunna take advantage of a ‘short walk’ draw today cuss of a weakened ankle coupled with some tricky muddy terrain around the pool.
‘What’s that first peg no?’ I enquired to one of the Cashmore’s members who’d visited the water a time or two before and who was facilitating the pegging/draw with KOD. ‘Peg 11’ was the reply. ‘That’ll do me’ I thought.
‘Pegs 9 to 15’ were set aside for the walking wounded and the draw commenced..........
I say ‘pegs 9 to 15’ in inverted commas, cuss it didn’t quite turn out that way
In fact as members plodded round the pool trying to locate their pegs it quickly became apparent that there was a bit of a cock up on the catering front to coin a phrase.
Some ended on ‘their’ true peg, some ended on the peg they thought they should have been on,
but wasn’t their peg, and some just plonked themselves down on an available peg in the ‘vicinity’ they would have been in............it was almost like a rover
(To give you some idea, it turned out my peg ‘11’ was in fact actually peg 3 although there was absolutely no indication on the platform as to what it was)
Anyway – onto the match.
I’d heard it was full of lumps
– down the sides. And what’s more, those lumps reputedly got bigger and bigger as the date of the match neared. So in preperation I’d tied up a batch of tow rope rigs – well tow rope to me
– 7.6lb reflo coupled with Kamasan animal hooks I’d had in a drawer for a decade or so, to some small Tyson floats for the margins and Nick Gilberts thingymybobs (forget the actual model) for open water. I’d also replicated those rigs with lighter lines for silvers JUST INCASE ::) the animals lurking in the depths didn’t play ball.
The game plan – as I’d been reliably informed – was fish for the silvers (you could do 20/30 lb easily - yep just how many times have I heard that one ::) ) and when it went quiet go out with a munster rig on cuss it meant the craps had arrived.
Well from the off and for the entire 5 hours my peg must have been solid with craps
..............cuss I couldn’t string more than 2 silvers together
........but the problem with all those craps in my peg was that they obviously weren’t very peckish either.............
Just to please Joffie – in between all this hectic action (not) on peg 11 – or was that peg 3
– I took a couple of snaps from my perch in Cripple Corner
Looking to my left, joining me in Cripple Corner were PhilB, Mick K and Tommy Cooper
To my right I stood every chance of being Brambletised
Looking to the right across the pool you might spot Cotti was lurking – obviously antagonising all the ducks in the vicinity as they never shut up all match – although in fairness they did drown out some of the reported moaning and groaning that was going on lower down the pool
Whilst it was ‘dead’ up our end apart from Big Geoff who wheedled a few out on some secret bait or other,
::) it was obvious that a few members were having a better time of it.
Tommy Cooper had bombed out on his golden peg – but would the pot survive the attentions of MrV and Rich C who were on the other golden pegs.
From a treasurers perspective things were looking a little grim as when the final whistle went, rumour was that Mr V (along with Tricast62 for whom I have also got great concerns of him also turning to the dark side)
had had a few.
The scales soon materialised and it didn’t take long to weigh in Cripple Corner.
In fact a few others on that side in the immediate vicinity had also had a struggle.
Zorro - in the knock out final - had placed a ‘fair few’ on the scales and now waited anxiously for KOD, who would be last man to weigh in to find out who would win that trophy and the few bob that goes along with it.
And here is the tale of the scales.............
PEG
3 MIKE ELCOCK 6.4.0
6 ROBERTO D 11.8.0
7 HEINZER 8.14.0
9 BRAMBLES 7.2.0
11 TK 9.14.0
13 MICK KENN 5.2.0
14 TOMMY COOPER 3.8.0
15 PHIL B 12.8.0
17 ZORRO 34.0.0
20 RICH C 39.14.0
23 BIG BAZ D N W
25 KOD 38.0.0
26 TRICAST62 61.0.0
27 MRV 42.12.0
29 THE MILKY BAR KID 28.12.0
31 MGB 18.14.0
32 DAZ WILLIAMS 20.10.0
36 HAHA 72.4.0
38 COTTI 12.8.0
39 YAMO 32.14.0
40 BIG GEOFF 31.12.0
As it turned out dark horse HaHa saved the day on the Golden Peg pot front.
For those not aware, the accumulated pot at the end of the year is split 50/50 – half to the clubs coffers, half as the starting pot for the next season.
KOD won the KO with the last weigh in of the season.
KOD also snatched another trophy weighing in the heaviest fish of the season
– some crappy coming in at 11lb odd, beating the previous season heaviest which had stood for a few matches at 11lb 4oz.
MrV was declared club champion after a season of consistent results, winning a couple in the process too.
And to close off an action packed day.............
Remember that £100+ pot from the golden peg that was going into the clubs coffers?
Well it looks like it might be spent a little earlier than originally envisaged
.................no not on another venue booking
..............no, not on new polo shirts for the members
But on a brand new set of Scales as during the weigh in, the set I purchased before the start of this season, hit the deck busting them
(No names, no pack drill)
Final verdict on Elmbridge?
A well mature venue with pleasant owners. Just a few common sense rules and bait bans. Those pleasant owners trusted you and left the club to get on with it
Although I'm not a commie man, I'd certainly pay the place another visit on a club match