My second week on Big Broom was to be spent doing day sessions as I had to be in Cambridge Tuesday and Wednesday mornings. The plan was to move around as much as i could over the week, watch the water and fish as many swims as possible.
Monday went according to plan and I pitched up in the south east bay around 10:30 AM. I soon found a nice area with gaps in the weed going off into 4 feet of water with some silt laying at the bottom. Two rods were put on that spot at 60 yards and a half kilo of Crazy nut spread over it. The third rod was put along the margin on a nice clear area, next to a bush, by some reeds 10 yards to my left. I sat back happy, put the kettle on and grabbed a pasty.
I stayed till 9:30 driving home in the dark pondering the day. The coots constantly kept wiping me out on the margin rod, a family of at least six, they simply wouldn't leave it alone. A few hours later I pulled it out as it was becoming a negative distraction. The two rods on the spot were silent, a few recasts and they were coming out sweet and going back bang on, but still nothing.
Tuesday morning saw me set off around 11:00 AM, four miles from the lake the auxiliary belt that drives the alternator snapped and so i turned around and gingerly bought the car home. It went into the garage that afternoon and was fixed the next afternoon.
With Tuesday and Wednesday wiped out Thursday morning saw me on my way by 5:30 AM. By 6:30 AM I was nursing myself back home again, this time it wasnt the car, it was me. Something I had ate the previous evening was making me feel decidedly queasy and I had to stop the car to throw up, more than once.
I gave myself a while to get myself sorted then turned around and drove home. A hot bath, a few hours kip and a cup of tea saw me well again and so once again i set off for the lake.
I spent the day trying to recover in Mondays swim, i fished well and should have caught but the chance didn't come.
Still you can't knock me for not trying eh.