Taster Session - 18/09/21 - Sharnhill


A warm, almost sticky morning was already well underway by the time I got to the lake at Sharnhill, but things had not gone as planned already.

I had a bright idea to make some more signs with direction arrows to prevent lost parents from clogging up the Dorset countryside. Many at time I have had to suffer frantic phone calls of parents that feared that these may be their last words uttered before their remains were found in their car up some farm track, somewhere...

With four more signs made exactly that same as the first, hardboard screwed to a section of broom handle, with the laminated sign double sided to it, I set about locating strategic positions for the best line of sight into each of the three major turnings on the way to the venue.

Previously, I had simply pushed the stick into the ground. But the dry weather has baked the ground hard. So a rubber mallet was my weapon of choice. The first sign only slightly misbehaved because one of the screws held fast and I hoped that would be enough. The second however jumped off the stick as soon as I touched it with the mallet. I grabbed a second sign and It did the same thing, and a third.

"You bad naughty thing, you!" I exclaimed as if to chastise the equipment for the failure. But, of course, the blame lies with the maker. The fourth did the same as the other three which left me no choice other than to prop the signs against the now detached stick and pray they would be effective...


At the Lake, the fish were frolicking with gay abandon, as frogs croaked their approval of the morning. I scared the bejesus out of a Wren, and marvelled at it's beauty as it fled for it's life across the water. A large Goose was calling froI m upon high as it looked like it was going to use my peg to land in, but permission must have been denied by air traffic control, because it cleared off to ruin someone else's day.


The water level was quite low at Sharnhill and there was some exposed lake bed around the edges. It's only a very small lake, but packed with tiny Carp, Tench and Crucians. There are some larger specimens of around the double figure mark too. I put my box at a spot where there wasn't too much exposed stones and the spare box I put a few metres away down on the stones where it wasn't to muddy. With everything set up, I thought it would be rude not to have a little dabble, just to make sure the fish were hungry. They were, and a few 'tiddlers' and one proper one were returned before my first victim, I mean client, of the day arrived...


I had three booked in, a lad at 9.30 and two young ladies at 11. Martin Roe had arrived with a very excited Josh for his very first Coarse fishing session. He told me that he had been fishing in the sea before, and I commented that it's time to do some real fishing and not to have to endure 'the posture of the endless wait'. This is where you can tell a sea angler because their head will be tilted back at forty five degrees. A condition caused by staring at the motionless beach rods for undefined periods of time...

At least that is my experience of beach fishing....

We were quickly into it and Josh's first ever fish was a Crucian Carp. How many of us can say that? Confidence was high because Josh challenged his dad to a competition to see who could catch the most! Dad chose to protect his reputation by turning down the offer. A wise choice seeing as the lad was putting some serious moves on the lakes residents.

He had a great time judging by his face at the end, and we finished the session with a small carp on the feeder to add to the small collection of 'Carplets' already in the net.


In fairness, Josh did really well for his first time and learned and listened well. I gave him the whip and rig he used today, which he was well chuffed with. Forms were filled in and signed and I am confident that we will be seeing Josh again very soon.

Well done young man, I thoroughly enjoyed our time together today....


The day was cut short, unfortunately, because one of the two young ladies that were booked in had awoken not feeling very well, so their mum messaged to cancel. This was a real shame because the fish were 'having it' big time, but there's always another day to go fishing...

As I was packing everything away, a rather large fish surfaced, turned and belly flopped back into the depths about 4 metres from where one of the girls would have been sat fishing. I scared the life out me and I'm used to it. What it would have done to a new angler at a peaceful lake, I'm not sure... I want to promote angling, not scar them for life with a nervous disposition...


I was a lot of effort for just over an hours fishing. But, it gave a lad his first taste of a new addiction for which, I am happy to inform you, there is no known cure...


The next event is at Whitemoor next weekend (Sat 25th) for a match. Book in using the online form as usual...


Juniors Sec...


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