Carping Along


It was back to the little lake today for another go at the carp. I was hoping to use up the rest of the maggots I’d bought for Tuesday’s session, but they’d sweated up and got stinky, so I had to ditch them. Not too much of a problem, I thought, I’ll just pop into the tackle shop and get some more. Only when I got there, they didn’t have any. So instead, I picked up a pint of casters.

That turned out to be a good decision. When I got to the lake, I found that a lot of it was not really fishable, due to the amount of leaves on the surface making getting a clean cast very difficult. However, I had the water to myself and the far end of the lake was clear of leaves, so I settled in there. Setting up my usual float rig, with double caster on the hook, and feeding small amounts of caster and pellets, it was a while before there was any sign of fish.

Apart from a couple of “dibbbers” the float remained largely motionless for about 90 minutes, until suddenly the float disappeared rapidly, and I found myself playing a carp that was heading at great speed for a rush bed. I managed to turn it, and get things under a degree of control, but there was plenty of to-ing and fro-ing from the fish before I could net it. It was a lovely looking common carp of 6.03.

Once the fish had been returned, I cast out again, put the rod in the rests and picked up my phone to text Andy the news, but before I had a chance to start typing, I saw the rod being yanked out of the rest. I grabbed the handle before it disappeared into the lake and found myself attached to a powerful fish. After the initial couple of rushes, I had the fish in front of me, but it was to be several arm-aching minutes before it tired enough to net it. Once on the hooking mat, I thought it may be a double, but the scales settled at 9.13. I wasn’t disappointed though, as it was the biggest fish I’ve had from this venue, and a PB for a float-caught carp – actually, come to think of it, it’s the biggest fish of any species that I’ve caught on a float.

Things went quiet again for the next couple of hours, when the swim suddenly burst into life. Firstly I hooked another carp, but it smashed the hooklink on its first run. Next cast, I hooked a tench, which I had on for a while, until the hook pulled out. This was followed by a bream of about two pounds, and three small rudd. There was still activity in the swim when I had to pack up as the light had faded sufficiently as to not be able to see my float.

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