Product(s) affected: Quad Connect Stove, all variants Defect: internal fitting intermittently unsatisfactorily tightened at source Risk: potential diversion of gas flow causing fire hazard Solution: all Quad Connect Stoves bearing serial number PH201707***** and SH201707***** to be collected by producer (RidgeMonkey). Replacement to be issued by producer.
NOTE: all Quad Connect Stoves manufactured to this point bear a serial code starting PH201707 or SH201707. If you have purchased a Quad Connect Stove, it is essential that you stop using the product immediately and contact RidgeMonkey Head Office using the dedicated email@example.com email address for further assistance.
Following a full investigation of reported issues with the Quad Connect Stove, it has been confirmed that an intermittent human error in the manufacturing process has caused a small number of Quad Connect Stoves to perform in an unsafe manner. While the percentage of affected units is currently very small, we do not wish to take any risks and as a result we are voluntarily issuing a full product recall notice on all variants manufactured to this point.
If you have purchased a Quad Connect Stove Primary Head, Secondary Head or Full Kit, it is essential that you stop using the product immediately and contact RidgeMonkey Head Office on firstname.lastname@example.org for further assistance.
At the beginning of May, a friend and I were lucky enough to be invited for a midweek session at Lakeview Exclusive Carp Fishery near Rugby in the Midlands. Brimming full of excitement, we made the long trek up from our Sussex homes and upon arrival, we were met with a beautiful little lake in the full throes of spring (along with an enormous German Shepherd that nearly forced a change of pants, but the less said about that the better!!)... After a couple of laps in the glorious spring sunshine, it became apparent that these pressured fish weren’t going to give their presence away easily which left us in a bit of a quandary. My fishing partner gave me first choice of swims and with the only definite carp sighting being under some trees in one of the bays, I decided that setting up on the bottom bank would be the best shout – this gave access to the aforementioned trees along the far margin, an easy cast to an ambush point on the central island and a fair bit of open water as well.
With the van unloaded and the kit barrowed around to the swim, a quick lead about revealed a few spots where bait was presentable. Happy that I had all bases covered across my three rods, attention was soon turned to preparing a bit of grub having not eaten since breakfast. Much to my dismay, I’d forgotten my Deep Fill Sandwich Toaster. What a bell!! Luckily my fishing partner had brought along both standard and XL sizes and after no small amount of grovelling, he agreed to lend me the standard one for the duration of our stay. Phew!! My luck wasn’t to end there either, as shortly afterwards my island rod was away and I lifted into my first Lakeview carp. After a short but spirited battle a pristine common of 24lb 8oz was on the bank and having its picture taken, a snowman rig presented KD style being its downfall. 5am saw another take on the same rod, which led to a fairly quick hookpull and a very disgruntled Lee - upon checking the rig, it appeared perfect so it was put down to being “just one of those things”…
The next two days passed very quietly, with persistent rain keeping me stuck in the bivvy pondering the lost fish. To add insult to injury, the very same thing happened on my next take – a very quick hookpull and an otherwise perfect rig retrieved from the depths. That was enough for me, and a rig change was in order – the Lakeview fish have very soft mouths and I was sure that they were using the weight of the lead to shake out the hook within seconds of making a mistake. With this in mind, I set about changing all three rods to light running rigs and small bottom baits to ensure the fish had nothing to throw around once hooked. Less than an hour after making the change and much to my fishing partner’s amusement, I went on to land one of the few tench that reside in Lakeview – it was absolutely nailed and this was enough to tell me that the rig change was successful, and bite time couldn’t come quickly enough…
Right on the button of 5am on our last morning, the right hand rod that was tucked under the far margin treeline was away once again and a lovely low 20 mirror was soon on the mat. She was soon released unweighed and the hookbait was quickly dispatched back into the area – we’d watched a fair number of big fish in the area the previous day and they seemed to be using the corner as a patrol route to some snags nearby. I paid off a little line and allowed it to sink for a few minutes, when the alarm let out three or four slow beeps before I’d had chance to set the bobbin. Upon investigation, the line was tight and I suddenly found myself playing another Lakeview carp! This one felt a fair bit heavier and having seen fish that were nudging 40lb under the treeline the previous day, my mind started racing and all kinds of thoughts were going through my head. A few minutes into the battle, I got a first glimpse and could see that a clonking great ghost carp was doing its best to throw the hook and that was it, the old knees went to jelly and the rest of the scrap is a complete blur. From that first glimpse I knew I was attached to something a bit special and after what seemed like an eternity, the hook held firm and she rolled over the net cord. Giving her a few minutes in the net to recover from the battle, the call was made and my fishing partner gladly wound in and trotted round to do honours with the camera. With the Collapsible Bucket full to the brim and camera gear readied, we recorded a weight of 30lb 4oz and set about doing some photos – the ghostie behaved impeccably and was soon released back into the murky depths to fight another day, none the worse for wear.
We had to be off the lake a few hours later and with such a result, it was decided that we’d start the dreaded packdown early and head to MacDonalds for a celebratory Sausage and Egg McMuffin. With everything on the barrow bar two rods and a landing net, the open water rod was retrieved and while it was being packed into the holdall the Carp Gods smiled upon me once again: the one remaining hookbait was picked up and the clutch started to tick away, as the hooked carp tried to make its way around the side of the island. A bit of sidestrain and more than a touch of fortune saw my line ping off an overhanging branch and I was soon bundling a very welcome 27lb 14oz mirror into the waiting net, all the while appreciating what a stroke of luck it had been to have packed away the other rod first. The unhooking mat was once again soaked with water as I held aloft my final prize, the icing on the cake of what had been a great first trip to Lakeview.