I’d been working at Carp-Talk magazine for 24 years, since
the very first issue back in 1994. It then all changed in the middle of June
2018 when sadly the last issue hit the shelves. It was a sad time as I had many
great memories of working there. However, as the saying goes, nothing lasts forever,
so when the opportunity arose to start work for the growing Avid Carp brand it
came at exactly the right time. It was a full-time position in the dream job as
a full-time carp angler. Sadly it meant I had to drop my consultancy with Nash tackle
and bait which had lasted for many years. I was sorry to leave the brand but we
parted on good terms.
As luck would have it there had
been a cancellation on Weston Park in the boathouse swims exactly when I had to
make my first visit to the Avid office, at the beginning of August. It couldn’t have fallen any better as
Weston Park is only down the road from Telford where Avid is based. A quick
call to the RH Fisheries office saw me take the Weston cancellation and the
next minute I was on-route to one of my favourite venues.


Thankfully I didn’t need to wait
long as within half an hour of the rods being cast out I was into a Weston
mirror. It was an old wrinkly mid-twenty which looked as old as some of the
trees surrounding the banks. Weston is a simply stunning place, with ancient history
all around.
The fish was just the start I
needed to boost my confidence in SLK. Another followed a short while later, and
going into the night I knew there was more to follow. It really was kicking off,
just like it always did during the first few hours of being at the lake. The
Weston fish are some of the biggest boilie munchers I know, but accurate
casting is always a key too. My rigs had to be as tight to the far margin trees
as I could get them or I’d be wasting a rod. Too short and they’d be falling into
thick blanket weed which caused havoc with presentation. Tighter in was clear
from fish activity as they passed through the swim, moving from one side of the
lake to the other.
By morning I’d landed ten fish to
almost 30lb. The biggest was a common of 28lb. Although I’d caught a lot of
thirties from the venue before, I’d yet to have a common over thirty. I’d lost
count of how many I’d had around the 28lb mark, and I’d even had two that had
fallen only an ounce short at 29lb 15oz. I dearly wanted a thirty common from
there as I knew there were quite a few in the lake.

I’d landed twenty fish in two
nights. They’d all come on the 25lb Captive hooklink which I’d stripped to the
inner core and tied knotless knot style to size 6 hooks, finished off with line
aligners – the same style rigs I’d used for over twenty years but with
different components. On the hair I’d gone with 22mm bottom baits straight from
the bag, baiting with a mix of 18mm and 22mm freebies.
