Horseshoe - is it worth it?

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Gary Wilson

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I'm thinking of joining the Carp Society just so I can go and fish Horseshoe Lake for the Roach, Rudd & Tench (basically anything but carp!). What I am wondering, is if it is worth it? Can I just turn up and get a day ticket? Are there ever any swims available or is the lake always packed?

Thanks.
 
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The Monk

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SIX WEEKS ON HORSESHOE,
PART 1.

THE MONK

Back in 1997, Number one son ?Lee? and myself, stepped off the ferry at Portsmouth at 6.0 PM on a late Easter evening, not looking forward to the drive back up to Manchester. We had had an absolutely storming two week session over in Northern France, In fact we had took 1300 lb of carp, including about 15 thirties to 39lb, thanks to the help and advise of Ken Townley (Cornish Ken). Three of us had made this intrepid journey, Mad Jimbo, Number one son and myself. Mad Jimbo had left his Merc in a storage car park at Portsmouth, in order to meet up with his wife who was on holiday down in darkest Cornwall, while we had to drive the van back up to Manchester. Another quick celebratory drink in a local den of iniquity and we said our farewells (lots of tears etc). Jimbo raced Westbound down the mighty M27 to save his marriage, while ?MWA? not having a marriage to save, took a lea surly drive Northbound up the good old A34.

By the time we had reached the M4 at Abingdon, I was becoming a little hungry and tired, so we dug into the back of the old van to try to find something to eat, lurking in the bottom of my rucksack, I came across two Horseshoe tickets (as you do), we had had these tickets for quite a while, but had never gotten round to actually visiting the place, so we decided to pay our first visit and night over, to drive back up country the following day. We eventually found the village of Lechlade in Gloucestershire, a lovely place set amidst some beautiful countryside. As darkness approached we arrived at the gate leading to Horseshoe Lake, and drove round to Brian Seftons caravan to park up for the night. The lights were burning inside the caravan so I approached the door with trepidation and gave it a knock. Almost immediately the door swung open and I was greeted by a rather dubious bunch of lads who looked like they were having a Vietnam reunion bash. I was dragged inside and filled with beer, being introduced to everyone by Brian Sefton and John Claydon, an absolutely fantastic bunch of guys who told me everything you ever needed to know about fishing in the lake.

It must have been around 2.0 AM in the morning when I reluctantly fell out of the caravan on remembering young Lee was still in the van. Crawling across the front seats I retired for the night while Lee was somewhere in the back of the van at the bottom of a heap wet carp sacks, sweaty socks and Hutchy`s Giant Crab boillies (thank god his mother couldn?t see him). Next morning, falling out of the van, John Hobbs and his brother were packing up opposite from where we had parked; this saved us trying to find the brewing gear in the back of the van. We spent most of the day on a recognisance around the water and we were indeed most impressed by the place, in fact it was turned midnight on the Sunday Evening when we eventually arrived back in Manchester. Back home though, we soon made plans to fish the lake, although I had some things to take care of at the University and Lee still had a term left at school.

A few month later and June had finally arrived; we locked up the house for a couple of month and made our way back down to Lechlade. I had fitted the roof rack to the car complete with bungies and netted straps, while Lee had brought his mate young Mike Dibden of Junior Specialist Angler fame. Fortunately the Ministry didn?t pull us on any weighbridges on our trip down and we arrive at the water in the early hours of a Saturday morning. Good luck was install as the boat house point was unoccupied, so within the hour we had set the bivvies up and were soon in the land of nod, unfortunately our sleep was soon to be broken by the sound of jet planes flying overhead as apparently an air show was taking place not far away.
 
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The Monk

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Horseshoe Lake is owned and run by the Carp Society and although we had purchased ticket shortly after the original sale, we still managed to pay ?250 each for the privilege of fishing this fine water for the next ten years, which is incredible value for any water let alone a water of this calibre. The Carp Society do an absolutely fantastic job of running this lake, very few rules exist and the staff and bailiffs are indeed very friendly and helpful. One rule however, which is necessary is that if you wish to fish certain swims, you must book them in advance while you are on the water and you may then occupy them for only seven days, this is to prevent swim hogging from horrible long stay anglers (like us) and it gives everyone a fair crack at the whip. So immediately as we arrived I booked the Summer point swim, which from prior knowledge had been producing the fish. Three days in on the boathouse point and we moved to the Summer Point for the next glorious seven days. Sport was very good at times and it wasn?t long before we started catching a few good doubles. We met some lovely people and even old Tim Marks even called in for a brew. By about the third week in we had fished most of the best swims including the infamous Winter Point and we had probably taken around forty fish, with a good sprinkling of twenties. Young Mike was also quite pleased with himself, in that prior to going down to Horseshoe, he had never taken a double, and he finished up with a nice fish of seventeen pounds to his credit.

It was towards the end of the third week that we took the weekend off Horseshoe, for good behaviour, to travel even further South to fish a session on Yateley. Alan Stone and friends, who had organised a fish-in on behalf the Macmillan cancer support Trust, had invited us down to Yateley. Our first port of called when arriving at the village, was the Yateley Angling Centre, to where we met none other than Alan Stone himself, who soon had a brew organised for us (cheers mate). Yateley is again a really beautiful venue which comprises of a number of lakes, these include the Car Park lake, the Pads, the Split, the North lake, The Match, the Corpse and a few more, all are noted for big carp, Basil in the North lake, Jumbo in the Pads and quite a few whackers in the Car Park including Heather the Leather and Small Orange, two fish which apparently I saw over the weekend.

On the first night at Yateley we bivvied up on the Pads, at that time the Pads lake contained only three fish, so naturally I said my prayers to the Almighty prior to making my first cast, young Lee was quick off the mark, and being well read on Maylinism, soon had his bivvy set up in Pole Position, me being a little slower took the next peg along, while Mike opted for a swim lower down on the Car Park lake. Shortly after setting up I was greeted by some of the locals, ?Kevin the Tree Climber? and mates, fantastic lads and very helpful. Kevin had taken most of the biggies while being a resident on the water and he soon had me casting to the precise spot in which he had cornered Jumbo (at 44lbs), cast over the ledge and pull back until you feel the drop, this was duly done immediately after I had snagged up with my fifth set of terminal tackle. It was then simply a case of getting the beers out and having the crack with the lads. Kevin had been up to his usual observation reccies, climbing trees to spot fish and it wasn?t long after setting up that Kevin insisted that I followed him down to the Car Park lake to view Heather the Leather and Small Orange who were basking near Trumptons. This involved climbing up one tree to about ten feet, transferring over to the next tree for another five foot and then climbing back to the original tree for a further six feet! I took Kevin?s word for it.
 
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The Monk

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Around midnight or just after, I was awoke by the sound of a screaming buzzer, bleary eyed and looking through the bivvy door I realised it was one of mine? The rod was diving about all over the place, so I scrambled out of the bivvy and hit the run with some force. Praise be to the Lord, Jumbo here you come? Unfortunately it was a bream, and before anyone goes slagging me off, it was a really nice bream (honest). Lee and Mike also blanked and the next day was party time, barbies and beer and a visit to all the other guys and the lakes. The second night I had a lake change, everyone was chasing Basil on the North Lake so I opted for Rob Maylins swim on the Car Park. The place was like a wild flower meadow with weed that you could almost walk on, but true to form Kevin soon gave me advice on how to fish the swim, PVA bag, third gravel bar thirty yards ten o clock of the second willow, easy cast, ten terminal tackles later and I?m perfectly posited (now for the second rod?).Lee stayed on the Pads at Pole Position and he wasn?t moving for anyone and Mike sort of wondered around all night like a member of the lost tribe of Israel. No action through the night again (apart from the beer) the following morning through, I had my second screaming run (and this time I was amazingly awake), come on Heather you beauty! No, failed again it was a bloody pike on bollie (a very nice pike though). Over the weekend we managed to raise quite a few thousand for the Macmillan cause, a very worthy event and a big well done to all the organisers Stoney and Friends. I try to get involved with all these Macmillan events, one reason is because I lost my wife to cancer a few years ago, the other reason however is, they don?t half have some tasty women involved in with events.

Sunday evening was fastly approaching, so we loaded the car, said our farewells (even more tears) and travelled back up North to return to Horseshoe for our final three weeks campaign.

To be continued.












SIX WEEKS ON HORSESHOE,
PART 2.
THE MONK

We arrived back at Horseshoe late Sunday evening and set the bivvies up at the bottom of the Winter Bay, sport was a little slow for the first three days and we soon started moving around the lake again fishing near the top of the lake point on the trout bank. This is a lovely wild area away from the crowds and full of wildlife, indeed being a keen naturalist I`m always interested in photographing fauna at any opportunity and the grass snake population gave me plenty. One funny thing which does stick in my mind though, while fishing the trout bank both Lee and I were sharing the same bivvy and reading one evening while waiting for the action, the action came in the form of a huge toad which leaped inside the bivvy landing between us both on the floor, Lee picked the toad up and threw it towards my sleeping bag, feeling sorry for the toad, I threw him towards the bivvy door. A few nights later in the swim the toad (the same one) reappeared from behind the mossy net, so I made sure he went through the door this time. We packed everything up after five days and moved down the trout bank into the Summer Bay and while making breakfast the next morning I found our friend the toad again, who must have landed in the freezer box, we must have had that poor toad in captivity for over a week and not realised it, so this time I returned him back up the trout bank and placed him in the water.
 
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The Monk

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A few more days in on the bay and ?South African Barry? dropped in for a few days from Manchester, since we had been away from home for over a month, we had some catching up to do. Later in the week Ivan Shipley called in, another mate from the old town, while days later Mikes dad called in to take Mike home. We fished with Barry for about a week until he had to go back to do one of those things they call a job? And we found ourselves moving back around the lake to a couple of swims behind the showers. For the five weeks previously we had been catching a reasonable head of carp, but on moving into Summer Bay we started to pick up other species, very welcomed species. First we hit the tench, caught mainly on a mix young Lee had made up consisting of a variety of birdfoods and trout pellet all laced together with a good helping of malasses which we had purchased from Pets World in Swindon, we both managed a few good tench to six pound. Behind the showers Lee took a carp of twenty eight pound (our biggest for the trip) followed by a nice Crucian of just over the pound, while I was extremely lucky and took a 3.25 LB Rudd which appeared to have the correct scale count and everything in the place were rudd are suppose to have everything? This was caught obviously rudd fishing while using the traditional rudd methods of a single popped up tiger with a piece of cork jammed in the middle. I also spotted some enormous perch, but wasn?t fortunate enough to catch one.

The final weekend had arrived, doesn?t time fly when you?re enjoying yourself. As an added bonus the final weekend was host to the Carp Society?s junior fish-in, which would have been worth travelling down for alone. The place had been busy for most of our stay, but the floodgates really opened when the weekend arrive. The event was exceptionally well organised with Mary Paisley, |John Lilly, Brian Sefton, and the crew doing most of the catering. The kids were very well looked after and I take my hat off to the Society for all the effort put in. During the fish-in, we had the privilege of fishing between Dave Lane and Keith Jenkins both excellent carp angler while we also got chance to have a chat with Terry Hearn, the infamous Albert Romp (NASA, get this man to do a slide show) and Bob Baker plus many others, talks and demonstrations were available throughout the weekend and prizes were presented by Tim Paisley donated by the company Starmer Baits who gave away an incredible amount of bait. It was with great reluctance that we pulled off Horseshoe, which was on the Sunday evening, to finally make the journey back North to the good old homestead.
 
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The Monk

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Baits and methods were very diverse as you can imagine on this type of water and one of the best anglers I met on Horseshoe was probably John Claydon a former match angler from Barnsley. We had a lot of success using Julian?s Cundiffs ?A? mix on the method, although we had similar success while using single baits both in particulate form and as bollies, heavy spodding also proved successful in certain areas and the Zig Rig in addition, came into its own in the open water towards the lake point. Every couple of weeks we would restock the pantry with a visit to Simsbury?s at Swindon, while the local angling shops kept us supplied with all the tackle we needed.

Our next trip for the year was Birch Grove, which was some months later in October, in which we bumped into John Claydon again, but that?s another story. We did however have a fantastic time down at Horseshoe and I really do think you need to spend a large amount of time on any water before you even try to get to know it. The atmosphere at Horseshoe is very family orientated and I took a shower every week weither I needed it or not (the old ones are the best). I do however prefer the existence as a more solitary angler fishing unknown waters, Horseshoe made a nice change though and gave me time to rethink a little of some of the problems I had recently had, while it?s a great learning water for the kids. I?ve never been back however and its unlikely I will, I think its something I wanted to try and had the opportunity to do so. You simply can?t do everything and Ken Towney gave me some good inside information on a French carp lake which I?m determined to fish over the next few years (guaranteed forties), while in addition I?m still trying to find the odd spare month to visit that nice Mr Prateley down Orchid (get the beer ready mate), alas being a professional student only allows for 16 weeks holidays a year, (its an hard life). Horseshoe has however left me with some great memories, exciting fishing and in the company of some lovely people. Thanks to the Carp Society for providing us with an excellent holiday, keep up the good work lads.
 
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Fred Bonney

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Gary,members only.
?295 per season
or 24 hour mid week and weekend tickets.
 
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Frothey

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lots of big scaley mirrors.....definately!

Season Permits
16 June 2005 to 14 March 2006
Only ?295 to fish the well-known Horseshoe Lake for the season. Permits are non-transferable.

A limited number will be available this year. Please telephone the office from 1 April to establish availability. We will then need you to send two passport photos and payment to the Society office clearly stating your membership number.

24HOUR/DAY TICKETS
Available weekdays only, from 4 July 2005 until 31 October when they will be available 7 days a week.
Both can be purchased on-site from the Society office. However during August and September 24 hour permits will be limited so please contact us in advance.
You must hold and produce current membership card.
There is a returnable key deposit of ?10. (optional)

24Hour Ticket is ?15
Noon to Noon.
You can by up to 4 successive permits to give you Monday to Friday fishing until 31 October. Thereafter available any day of the week. However, weekend sessions will need to be purchased in advance.
If you arrive 10.30-11.00 this gives you time to buy a permit and select your swim.

Daily Ticket is ?10
9am-5pm (strictly no overnight stays). Monday to Friday only.
 
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