Pump house blues
Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:57 pm
Its like this people, a pic is worth a 1000 words.To save you the bother of reading a 1000 words, waited for my pal Ken to post the pics, and then I decided to do a post here…
Sun 4 -30am pick up the karate kid aka Dev, head to Gurgaon, miss a couple of exits and find ourselves on the modern hell called Gurgaon -Jaipur highway intead of the RV point where we’re supposed to meet Ken.
We find each other a few calls later , within 10min of the agreed upon time and off to the pumphouse, close to Jhajjar.
“The doc has decided to make a (pump)house call” intones Ken
A decent drive later, we’re at the pumphouse, the flow has been shut off from Dadupur, water is low, pumps are quiet and fish are jumping around.
Sweet, sour and chicken liver baits hooked up, 3 min later, I have a major hookset, then nothing.tug and pull, and Dev chips in, trying to hand line and free –all the katas and karate must have helped –he snaps 25lb line and hands it to me with not even a shrug!
More movement, we see Singhada cruising, and then Ken gets a bite, hookset, hauls out a 1.5kg Mulley. My first look at the Wallagonia Attu.
Heat builds up-the Tang flows, flies swarm because of the raw liver and plenty of bites!
I do a little bit of R&D on the new ‘bathroom’ made plugs-Surprised to see them performing great, a school of minnows follow them and I am able to ‘stir the pot’ and get all kinds of movements/jerks/retrieves. Ken swears that this spoon will murder the mahseer at Bhakra and Pong.
SMS from Mack The Knife- “hows the fishing?”
He gets a short report.
I have my new Shimano baitrunner on and few min later , hear a steady click click of the bait runner –Ken is the closest, jumps to the rod-I’m a distance away-haul in, hookset, no luck-Hook comes away with shreds of fibrous flesh.
A while later, another hookset on Ken’s side, he hauls out a 18” dia terrapin.
Field surgery is attempted to unhook-terrapin withdraws into shell, finally force out the head and retract jaws with a plastic hook remover,NO luck with the pliers, -Its decided to cut out as much of the hook and toss him back.Surgery done, terrapin rights itself and lights afterburners-damn, that was one fast mover…Dev too involved in the procedure to take snaps-never mind, we’ll hook another at this rate.
12-30pm, blazing hot-even the local audience has long disappeared. We decide to pack up-a lone straggler from the original audience remains-We decide to enrich the protein intake of the local populace and gift him the ‘mulley’
Get back to Ken’s place, then switch to my non a/c amby, 2 traffic jams and 2 litres of water later, I’m back home 12 hrs later.
Best
Axx
PS-gotta remember to wash the rods and equipment-we’ve used tones of chicken liver…
http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/1898/dsc00039le0.jpg
Sun 4 -30am pick up the karate kid aka Dev, head to Gurgaon, miss a couple of exits and find ourselves on the modern hell called Gurgaon -Jaipur highway intead of the RV point where we’re supposed to meet Ken.
We find each other a few calls later , within 10min of the agreed upon time and off to the pumphouse, close to Jhajjar.
“The doc has decided to make a (pump)house call” intones Ken
A decent drive later, we’re at the pumphouse, the flow has been shut off from Dadupur, water is low, pumps are quiet and fish are jumping around.
Sweet, sour and chicken liver baits hooked up, 3 min later, I have a major hookset, then nothing.tug and pull, and Dev chips in, trying to hand line and free –all the katas and karate must have helped –he snaps 25lb line and hands it to me with not even a shrug!
More movement, we see Singhada cruising, and then Ken gets a bite, hookset, hauls out a 1.5kg Mulley. My first look at the Wallagonia Attu.
Heat builds up-the Tang flows, flies swarm because of the raw liver and plenty of bites!
I do a little bit of R&D on the new ‘bathroom’ made plugs-Surprised to see them performing great, a school of minnows follow them and I am able to ‘stir the pot’ and get all kinds of movements/jerks/retrieves. Ken swears that this spoon will murder the mahseer at Bhakra and Pong.
SMS from Mack The Knife- “hows the fishing?”
He gets a short report.
I have my new Shimano baitrunner on and few min later , hear a steady click click of the bait runner –Ken is the closest, jumps to the rod-I’m a distance away-haul in, hookset, no luck-Hook comes away with shreds of fibrous flesh.
A while later, another hookset on Ken’s side, he hauls out a 18” dia terrapin.
Field surgery is attempted to unhook-terrapin withdraws into shell, finally force out the head and retract jaws with a plastic hook remover,NO luck with the pliers, -Its decided to cut out as much of the hook and toss him back.Surgery done, terrapin rights itself and lights afterburners-damn, that was one fast mover…Dev too involved in the procedure to take snaps-never mind, we’ll hook another at this rate.
12-30pm, blazing hot-even the local audience has long disappeared. We decide to pack up-a lone straggler from the original audience remains-We decide to enrich the protein intake of the local populace and gift him the ‘mulley’
Get back to Ken’s place, then switch to my non a/c amby, 2 traffic jams and 2 litres of water later, I’m back home 12 hrs later.
Best
Axx
PS-gotta remember to wash the rods and equipment-we’ve used tones of chicken liver…
http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/1898/dsc00039le0.jpg
