8.30 p.m. Hello and welcome to another overnighter. The last time I fished through the hours of darkness, I was on a gravel pit, and the weed was horrendous.
Thankfully, tonight, that is not the case. The rods are out and I’m pursing carp. There’s a short video below as an introduction.
9.00 p.m. I’ve seen a few carp cruising the area that I’m fishing. As it stands at the moment though, just indicator bleeps courtesy of the coots that have moved in for a free buffet.
9.30 p.m. It looks like being a chilly night but, as the rain has eased off, at least a dry one. I do check the weather forecast before I go fishing but ultimately I just go anyway.
10.15 p.m. The nights are certainly drawing in now, as we push on in July. I remember live blogging on June 24, on the River Severn, when the salmon pink hue on the horizon remained well after 11.00 p.m. It’s now dark.
10.20 p.m. My rods are low over the water and I’m getting regular line bites from a daubenton’s bat. There are also numerous common pipistrelles out feeding as well.
11.45 p.m. Still no action but that’s the nature of the beast as far as this type of fishing is concerned. This isn’t a runs water. It’s pretty much all or nothing, big carp or bust.
12.05 a.m. Well, I didn’t catch a fish yesterday. Let’s see if I can catch one today.
12.15 a.m. I’ve always loved night fishing. Ever since I was a child, I wanted to stay out all night by the waters edge.
Then, when I was old enough, that’s exactly what I did. The big breakthrough was when I passed my test and had my first car. The world was my fishing oyster.
I remember, as a teenager, driving through Worcester in the early hours of the morning. It was horrendous weather and not knowing the area, I was driving slowly.
I wondered why the car behind didn’t overtake, then I found out why, as the blue lights came on and I got pulled over for the first time.
They thought I’d been drinking but when they saw the tackle – not to mention a very wet and muddy me – they let me go without even a breathalyser.
12.30 a.m. Another police and car story happened much later, when I was in my thirties.
I pulled out of a remote farm track, again in the early hours of the morning, just as a police car was coming down the road.
It followed me and I knew I was going to get pulled over, which I did at the next lay-by.
They did a vehicle check and gave me some intense questioning. They were not friendly at all. One even ran his hand over my tyres to check the tread.
What’s that he said, smelling his hand. I knew. I had driven through cow pats by the farm…
4.30 a.m. One word to describe the night – quiet.
7.00 a.m. Reeling in, two of the rods had no baits on. It’s always hard to catch when that’s the case…
At some point during the night, they did a disappearing act. This is a challenging enough water at the best of times, without fishing with bare hooks.
Still, as always, enjoyed my night out. Another one on the very immediate horizon. As they say, watch this space.