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For many years I had been involved with Sports for the Disabled
and working with special and disadvantaged children. As the
banks were easily accessible and we had made a nice path
through I used the lake with help from volunteers to run fishing
days for these groups. I would scrounge prizes from shops and
local businesss and invents categories to ensure everyone got a
prize. We had a nice bar b Q and took photos of everyone
making sure they all got copies. Every competitor had a
personal assistant. These were members of the syndicate or
friends. We had some fantastic days and I remember the lord
walking around one day obviously enjoying what he saw. At the
next event he came down with a basket of fruit he had made up
as a prize, what a nice man.
I ran the syndicate for many years gradually moving away from
my other club waters.
It was inevitable but I was getting disillusioned at the
commerciality of Carp fishing and the behaviour of some of the
anglers. It was becoming difficult to even get a swim. School
kids during the holidays were camping up and holding swims so
their friends could take over. Fish were getting damaged and
killed through crazy end tackles and I realised I needed to look
elsewhere. I started to refer to these idiots and Carp Manglers
instead of anglers. These were just my personal points of view
and in no way reflected general opinion.
I was already thinking of trips to France.
During the bad storms we had one year the lord telephoned me
very upset and asked me to meet him. When I arrived he was
almost in tears. Many of the beautiful trees around the lake had
been felled in the storm and the area looked barren. I assured
him we would help however we could and knowing he had little
staff and equipment I knew he would struggle. I telephoned all
the members and explained the situation. Those that could
agreed to help and one in particular asked me what I needed.
Michael had been a member about two seasons. An Irishman he
looked really fit and I always thought he must be doing a
physical job. I did not ask what people did when they joined the
syndicate so I had no idea what that might be. I told him we had
many large trees down and we were going to need to try to
move them. What time shall we be there he asked. By that I
thought he meant us as a work group so I told him 10 A.M. The
next day a few of us waited in the road outside the gate and a
low loader approached carrying a small tractor and trailer,
behind that was a van. They pulled up beside the road and
Michael jumped out banging the sides of the van. Come on you
lazy bastards he shouted and ten guys jumped out of the van.
Apparently he owned a building and plant hire company. OK
boss whats first he said. In one day we dragged all the trees to
a field by the road and his guys had lopped them all. I will sell
these and let you know what I get, I have some good contacts
he explained. I told him I could not thank him and his guys
enough and he explained a pint each would be a good wage.
Down the local we all went and had a great evening. About a
week later the trees disappeared and Michael gave me 600
cash. I went to the lord and explained the trees were 600. He
thought that was cheap to get rid of all that damage,. When I
gave him the cash and explained we had sold the trees for 600
his face was a picture. He vowed to use a grant and that money
to replace all that was lost and over time that is what he did.
A couple of weeks later I got an official looking letter with a wax
seal. It was an invitation to join the lord and lady for tea. Ann
and I went and he met us at the door and took us through to a
small room. His wife made tea and sandwiches and we sat and
chatted. For someone so out of my league he was a gracious
Some lake water and a few friendly slaps and I got him at least
to stand. Stumbling along always ready to run if he fell we slowly
made for the van. If he fell I was not going to end up underneath
him. Eventually we got to the van and I poured him in. Great, I
pay someone to make sure we keep the party sober and leave
the lake on time and he gets pissed and makes me late. I felt
like I had bought a watchdog for my butchers shop and it had
eaten all my meat. As we drove home with the windows open to
sober him up we stopped at a halt sign. A police car pulled
alongside us and I saw Lockees face change colour. He started
telling the officer what he thought he should do with his
truncheon. At first they just ignored him but as he got a little
more suggestive I was praying for the light to change to green.
Eventually both officers got out of the car and moved to my van.
They through open the door and saw what was inside. He was so
large he was hunched over in the seat and wobbling back and
forth. At first they just stared as I explained how he got to be like
this and they were very understanding. The made me put the
window up and gave Lockee an earful which fell on deaf ears as
by now he had passed out. I arrived at his flat and of course he
lived on the top floor. It took me and his wife ages to get him
upstairs and I never let him forget that day.
One of the members who always helped in so many ways was
Martin. He was a local lad whose mother I believe ran a village
post office. Martin was also well over 6ft tall and a really strong
country lad. He had fished the lakes for many years so when I
formed the syndicate and there were now no vacancies he
thought his fishing there had finished. I told him that I would
never ruin another guys fishing so how would he like to be the
bailiff, fish free anytime and just be my local agent as I lived 20
miles away. As he lived locally this served both our purposes and
he was a fantastic asset. As time went by Martin asked me if I
would like to fish a lake he sometimes fished near Tonbridge. It
was a day ticket water on a farm that held good fish. Being close
to London I invited the twins to join us. We all met at the
access road to the farm still in darkness and quietly drove
tweed jacket. In his hand he had a split cane fly rod set up with
an old float. He had a bucket with bread dough mixed with
honey as bait. The float was set about 5ft up the line and he
pressed a ball of dough the size of a mandarin on the hook and
cast out. As the water was only about 2ft deep I was dubious
about the effectiveness of the float as it now lay flat on the
surface. Eventually by adjusting the tackle he caught a Carp and
invited me back to his house in the village for tea. It was only
when I got there I started to realise how lucky I was. I was
talking to Alex Jardine who was a world renown artist
specialising in fish sketches. His family being well known for
inventing, amongst other things, the Jardine Snap Tackle, used in
pike fishing. Alex explained his drawings of whales had been on
postage stamps.
I chatted and looked in awe at some of the beautiful detailed
artwork he showed me and we parted as new friends. When I got
home I did a little research and saw his work reproduced and
sold worldwide.
Just recently I found this: http://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/A-rare-AlexJardine-Print-of-a-Tench-Chilham-Lake-Kent-/320974125389?
pt=UK_SportingGoods_FishingAcces_RL&hash=item4abb8c794d
I find this strange, as I never caught, or saw a Tench in The
Castle Lake. Thats not to say they were not there as I remember
years after I started fishing there I caught some very large bright
orange gold fish that I had never seen before or ever caught
again after that. A year went by and Alex telephoned explaining
that he was making a few small television programmes and
wanted to include a short piece on the Castle Lake. As he was
not really into Carp fishing would I mind giving him a helping
hand? Of course if there was even a slight chance I might get
spotted as the next James Bond I was up for it. Alex and the film
crew arrived the next day and I had already set up the rods and
baited an area to attract the fish. I was fishing further down the
bank and catching quite well. Alex caught his fish and did the
piece in a fairly short time which was good as a film crew costs a
lot of money per hour. The reporter was standing beside me
fascinated by the alarms and general set up. I was using dog
biscuits as floaters and taking fish off the surface and he asked if
he could add a small piece with me in it. We shot a couple of
minutes film where I said a few words and showed four fish I
had caught. I never did get any agents calling about film roles
but I enjoyed the experience. Sometime later Alex called me
explaining that there might be the possibility of him hosting a
fishing programme. As time was money would I be interested in
working setting up locations so that the filming could go quickly
as I had done at the Castle Lake. Of course I was interested and
he said he would be in touch. Over the next few years I moved a
couple of times and forgot about the offer. Attending the county
show years later, I bumped into the reporter who had been at
the lake with Alex. Where have you been he asked we tried
to find you but you had moved so we looked for someone else, I
was gutted. There are other memories I have with other friends
from the Castle Lake but I have written those in their individual
chapters.
Towards the end of the season I got a telephone call from a well
known angling magazine. Apparently someone had mentioned
the Castle Lake was really nice and they would like to do a piece
on it. If possible they would like a few anglers there before their
arrival so they could take pictures and leave fairly quickly as
time was money. I thought it fairer to invite a couple of people
that were waiting to join the syndicate as the members could
fish when they liked. As this was going to be mid week it also cut
out anyone who had a job. Because they had been so nice and
taken me to their private lake I decided to invite the twins. You
can read about these guys in the next chapter on The Twins. I
telephoned Gary and he was over the moon promising not to let
me down. Of course I asked him to bring his twin brother Greg
along. I also invited a guy called Trevor also waiting to join. We
met up at the lake as arranged and I was surprised to find Trevor
was, if it was possible, smaller than Greg. Now dont think I have
a thing about size, I only mention these things as part of the
story. I put the twins in the same swim as they had fished
before on a day ticket, and setup in another double swim with
Trevor to help him if needed. I asked the guys to keep any fish
they caught safely until the reporter arrived as this was due to
be in an hours time. I had brought 8 large silk sacks with me
and these were put in the water ready. As it happened we
caught nine fish in that hour so as the reporter arrived he took
photos of these and we released the fish before doing the
interview.
It could not have been nicer, a fantastic still, warm day, beautiful
scenery and great fishing. We were told when the piece was
going to be in print and promised copies would be sent to us.
The day ended, we all parted and some weeks later I got a
delivery. In the package were five copies of the magazine. I
looked through thinking there were be a small article somewhere
and there right in the middle pages was a two page colour
spread. I was knocked out, it really looked great. For weeks after
that my phone never stopped ringing about day tickets or
syndicate membership as they had put my telephone number in
the write up.
Years after I gave up the syndicate the castle and grounds were
sold, I believe, to a Greek businessman.