The prospect was incredible, to visit a very seldom fished
pit, to see in the flesh the exquisite Chance cane rods and to meet the man
behind them. The day was booked off well in advance, all I had to do was drop
Jessica at nursery and I was free for the day. Without seeing the pit before I
didn’t quite know what tackle to take with me, although we were there to meet
friends new and old and to waggle the new rods, there would still be time for
some fishing. I was told that tench and carp would be the order of the day, so
a Chapman 500 and a Mark IV were packed, along with an Intrepid Elite, a 300
and a Hardy Altex.
The morning came, thankfully there was more blue than white
and grey above me, it felt warm early on and excitement levels were extremely
high. I dropped Jessica off at 7:30 and headed towards the venue hoping the
traffic would be kind to me. It wasn’t of course, 3 separate jams made the 45
minute journey take closer to 2 hours, frustrating even more so when you are
imagining a new lake, a lake draped in early morning sunlight.
