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With three overnighters planned for the week ahead, I was hopeful of getting a carp or two on the bank. I’m certainly into them at the moment, with two out of three current blog entries dedicated to the species. I’m sometimes asked how do I determine what I’m fishing for that week, and the answer is whatever takes my fancy. Always remember, fishing is not work. It’s a hobby and as such is meant to be enjoyed and not endured.
With a fish-less night on session one, I had a take the next morning in bright sunshine. That’s angling for you, eh. Mostly from the venue I catch mirrors, so it was nice to get a common on the bank. It was a great looking fish as well, in tip-top condition. This is the same place I fished a couple of blog entries back, and it wasn’t on form then. With no other vehicles on the car park this time either, I guess that’s still the case.
Happy with the one fish so far, I returned to see if I could add more. It was another groundhog day in more ways than one. I had the place to myself and my rods remained motionless during the night. Then, in the morning one of the rods went on a screamer and I banked a carp. This time though it was a mirror, and not only that but I also caught another two, taking my tally to four for the week thus far.
Every place is different and with this not being a runs-water, plus with it being difficult at the moment, I was happy with my return. Not only into my carp fishing this week, but also enjoying the venue very much, I decided to return for my third and final overnighter. Would the early bird be catching the carp again, or would I get one during the night this time?
As darkness drew in, my thoughts were more preoccupied with rats than fish though, as I was, quite literally, overrun with them. There are several places I fish that fit this category and although I’ve got used to our furry friends over the years, given a choice I’d sooner not have them. I find the worst are the young ones as they are very curious. You clap your hands, they disappear, and ten seconds later they’re back.
Anyway, I survived the rats and as a bonus I caught my first night-time carp of the week. But it was the morning, as usual, that provided the most action. I netted a mirror and a common and also had the luxury of a hook-pull. It meant I ended the three sessions with seven fish. Amazingly I had the place to myself as well. It just shows that even if a venue isn’t producing, as long as you’re on there you’ve got a chance. (Published August 16 2014)