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Catching Memories
 Around 20 years ago, there was a gang of us that fished together. We’d done itfor years, and we all met up at Hainault Park Lake in Essex. Back then, Hainaultwas the be all and end all of carp lakes, and to my mates and me there wasn’tanother lake like it; we weren’t interested in fishing anywhere else. Those timeswere fantastic and we had such a laugh but over the years things change, peopleget commitments and the old gang started to split up. A small group of us stayed together and we marched onward in our pursuit tocatch carp, fishing a few other waters before we settled on the Nazeing Meadscomplex in Lee Valley Park. We served an eight-year apprenticeship on there andI had some of my best-ever angling, but there came a time when we had to getserious. The gang had become even smaller because a couple of mates hadmoved to Norfolk, and that left Jay (Essex Jay), Neil (Sleepy Neil), CraigBateman, and me, and we were up for a new challenge.Back then, there weren’t too many lakes that held 40-pounders, but one that didinterest us was Sutton at Hone. All I knew about the lake was that it was small,days only, and an angler I had heard of, Danny Regan, had caught a big carpfrom there called Heart Tail Gertie at around 38lbs - a big fish. I also heard thatthere was another big mirror called Blind Eye, and one or two good commonswere not far behind.So, we went about getting tickets and the seed was sown; we were all Suttonmad and couldn’t wait to start. We had never fished this ‘days only’ style before,starting at 4am and finishing at 10.30pm. That’s a fair amount of time to be on thebank, just for the day, but little did I know just how hard and tiring it would be,especially if I wanted to string a few days together.
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There were consistent anglers back then, who were always there, it seemed,every time that I was. One such character was an old boy called Dennis whofished for bream when he felt like it, and there were literally thousands of themthat did became a right pest, but he also fished for the carp. He was goodcompany on those freezing winter days, but what I especially liked about Denniswas that he was always inventing things, and his rigs were great. Where he gothis ideas from I will never know; there were bits of tubing and plastic all over theplace, with a hook and bait somewhere among it all. Quality!Keith Sullivan (They called him Snoz but I don’t think he liked that), was oldschool. He was the one in the Yateley video when Ritchie Macdonald had Heatheron at the Car Park Lake in March. It was freezing and Ritchie’s fish had goneround a big marginal tree, so Keith stripped off down to his boxers, went in on aLilo, and more or less swam the rod back round so that Rich was able to play thefish again. Bloody hell! Keith deserved a medal for that.There were loads of characters; Kodak, Poser Pete, Trigger, Craig Lyons, LeroySwan, Terry The Boxer, John Elmer and Piccolo Pete, to name a few, andsomething was always happening. It was brilliant. One day, Piccolo Pete wasfishing further down on my left in the High Point swim, when we heard a great bigsplash and wondered what had happened. I ran down and found him crouchedat the edge of his swim, with his elbow on his knee resting his chin on his hand. Itlooked as if he was just scanning the lake. “What was that great big splash?” Iasked him.“What splash?” he replied, as if nothing had happened.He was saturated, soaked through to the bone.“Okay, then,” I said, puzzled, and went back to my swim.Later, he told me that he had fallen in and gone completely under, but had got outas quickly as he could and had just got back on the bank as I arrived. He was tooembarrassed to let anyone know. Everyone did though, because I told them!Because the lake was small, everyone knew everything that was going on. If afish showed, everyone was aware of it. These fish were pressured and, as I saidbefore, it was as if there was an atmosphere in the lake and all the fish wereaffected. From just after 4am, when the gates were opened and we all startedwalking the banks to our chosen swims, the carp knew what was coming. Attimes, nothing came out for ages, and we just knew we were not going to catch.One day, I was talking to Steve Edwards as he was fishing a swim called thePea, and we were chatting away when his right-hand rod signalled a liner.
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 As I said, Sutton is a small lake of around three acres and we found out that itheld something like 70 carp, a fair head of fish for its size. With such a largenumber of inhabitants, at least 20 of which were over 30lbs, we thought, ‘here wego then – let’s get it on!’ Oh dear, how very wrong we were. I realise now inhindsight that it was one of the trickiest lakes I have ever encountered. Smalllakes do seem to be very hard, well, the ones I’ve fished, at least. I think carpsense the angling pressure quickly, and that unrest is soon spread around asmaller lake so that nothing seems to play ball. In addition, we all had to leave forthe night, just at the time when, I would suspect, the carp would have their feed.Then there were other anglers to compete with. We had a draw each morning at4am and sometimes, midweek, we were disappointed not to get the swim wefancied. Then, at 5pm, all the evening anglers would turn up and start to castabout. Yes, Sutton was a head job! A gang of good anglers already fished Sutton. Steve Edwards was the headbailiff, a member of a group called the Sound and Round crew, and these guyswere all into their Richworth bait, which had ruled the roost over there for the pastfew years, or so it seemed. Steve was a very good angler and I was to pay a lot ofattention to him. He knew the lake well, and he took a liking to us Essex lot.For some reason that I can’t remember, we stayed away at the start of that veryfirst season on Sutton. I think we decided to let all the regulars get stuck in,hoping that perhaps it would calm down a bit. This turned out not such a goodidea because by the time we did get on, most of the lake’s residents had beencaught. However, we found out a lot more about the stock of the lake. Therewere so many good fish to go for; Heart Tail, and Blind Eye were both doing40lbs now and another fish, called little Gertie, was close behind at 38-39lbs.There were also two good commons. The Big Common was fast approaching40lbs, and close behind that was one called Haswell’s Common that had done38lbs. That’s not to mention other fish that were well on our list; such as the BigFully Scaled at 37-plus, the elusive Brown Fish, over 35lbs, the Beast, theUnknown, Searcher, and the Little Fully - all good 30s - with other 30lbcommons to back that lot up. No one can deny that’s an impressive list of fishfor any water, and we are talking 15 years ago now.Sutton became an obsession, and all four of us got down there as much as wecould. We got to know some of the characters that were also fishing the lake,and looking back, I realise that was a big part of the place; there was a right lotof banter, and it was competitive, to say the least. A load of bait went in and notmany got caught, but the bait was getting eaten, because the weights of thefish were on the increase.
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I used to leave the car park and drive into Darenth town to get some grub. Eitheran A1 (a big, round container filled up with rice and God knows what else, but itdid the job), from the Chinese, or I would get what they called an ‘Evening Box’from the Indian takeaway. It was a box all sectioned up, with rice, curry, naanbread, and a side dish. The old Indian guy got to know me fairly well over the timeI was there. Then, I’d head off back to my luxury lay-by accommodation and onthe way, I’d call in at the garage for water, milk, and back then, fags, and anyother bits I might need for the next day.To be honest, that lay-by was a joke. I’d always thought it was a fairly big lay-by, but seeing it years later, I realised that it was just somewhere to pull over ifa big vehicle came down the narrow lane. Anyway, I would pull in, keep theradio on, and eat my grub. I had a big quilt in the back and a pillow, and I’d tryto sleep by reclining the driver’s seat, wrapping the quilt around me, and doingmy best to crash out.
Jay was off the mark with Crazy Eric.
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He was only fishing close, so he got up and tweaked his line a bit, andsuddenly this huge common leaped right out, clearing the water. It scared thelife out of us and we got sprayed with water as it went back in. This was just offthe end of his rod tip where, in fact, his hook bait was.“Yeah,” he said. “They come in close, here.” You don’t say! Later in the day,Steve caught that common, which turned out to be another huge carp at37lbs. I did the photos for him and saw my first big Sutton lump.Sleepy Neil was the first of our group to get a bite. At ten o’clock eachevening, we would pack everything up and lay the rods on the floor for the lasthalf-hour. Just before 10.30pm, Neil was into a fish and Jay and me went toassist. He was having a right old scrap and by the time he had landed it, it wasnear to 11pm. It was only a small fish, about 16lbs of nice mirror, but we wereso worried about being on the lake so late that we didn’t even take a photo ofit. We imagined that the car park would be full of anglers and bailiffs ready toban us when we got there, only to find that everyone had gone home longsince. It would’ve been good to get a photo of that first Sutton fish; I wondernow which one it was, and how big it is today.Jay was next to catch. Jay and Neil had done a five-day session, and after alltheir hard work, driving backwards and forwards to the lake from home withonly a few hours sleep each night, Jay was rewarded with a strange-shapedcommon called Eric. He caught Eric from the High Point swim and it was theonly bite between them, but we soon found out that this was the norm atSutton. Anyway, Jay and Neil were off the mark, and although Jay’s fish, Eric,looked a bit strange - it had a kind of dropped back on it - I wouldn’t haveturned it down to be off the mark.For me, the way forward was to string a few days together, but even thatwouldn’t guarantee me the same swim the next day, and the other problemwas that if I was to drive home each night, by the time I got there and all sortedfor the next day, it would be 1am. I would have to be getting up again at2.30am to make it for the 4am draw; it was hardly worth it, and it would costme a lot in fuel. The only other option was to stay over, but where to spendthose few hours overnight?We were not allowed to stay in the car park because Sutton is in a residentialarea, and the neighbours would be disturbed with all the gates opening andshutting all night. It became a nightmare, but Roman Villa Road ran alongbehind Darenth where it linked up with Sutton and a little way along it was alay-by. I ended up spending many a night of broken sleep in there.
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