As normal when I am going fishing I check the weather reports to see what weather is coming for the next few days unfortunately the forecast said N E to E winds which made me think of not going . This only lasted for a short while because the realisation that Winter is on its way and the nights are drawing in .
On arriving at the lake I noticed the absence of other cars in the Car park which was unusual because over the last couple of months it had been quite busy due to the school holidays . So off into the Cabin to check what had been caught over the weekend , swim 33 was still fishing well with Colin catching a 42 lbs mirror and previously Paul Bennit had a great result with 4 Carp to 39 lbs and previously to this the Legend that will soon be Karl Pitcher had 4 Carp to 37 lbs . So off for my walk around the lake to pick my swim for the next 48 hours . There was nothing showing to aid my decision so I thought I would take a gamble and go in swim 32 which covers the deeper water . To my knowledge this swim hadn’t produced a carp this season so the decision was on instinct ! That feeling that we get that makes us go against the norm . Up with the bivvy and all 3 rods cast out into the deeper water 31 ft which is deep , there is know casting out and feeling the lead down its more a case of counting the seconds for the lead to hit the bottom. Whist setting up another angler had turned up who couldn’t believe his luck that swim 33 hadn’t been taken , Stew Boyden practically ran back to the cabin to move his key to claim the swim. The wind was blowing directly into the swims and to say it was cold would be an understatement we both sat there like 2 Eskimo wrapped in thermal clothing . Over the next 24 hours I questioned my choice of putting 3 kilo’s of winterised Trigga boilies out into the depths thinking I should have used bags rather than fish over bait .. what made it worst was that I had seen Carp showing on the opposite side of the lake 600 yrds away. I woke up on the Thursday morning just before the Sun had started to show thinking I should stay in bed . Then there was a sound like a cow had fell in this got me out of bed faster than the Usain Bolt . It was rite over my baited area . Has the morning glow got brighter there where Carp all over my swim it was like somebody had thrown a switch and every Carp in the lake had woke up. Paul came round for a coffee and remarked on the display but my delkins never made a bleep this made me think they where not feeding on the bottom . The morning started to pass and the thoughts of packing up on another blank where in my mind when the middle rod ripped off. Has soon has I picked the rod up I new this was a decent fish .. I couldn’t control it my clutch was set tight but it was still taking line . The fight seemed to last forever. Mark Riley and Stew had turned up just as the Carp had found a bed of Canadian weed and that horrible feeling has the line was being pulled threw the weed and Stew saying keep it moving which was obvious because I new if it got its head down it would be all over . What seemed like ages its head came up to the surface and Mark netted it for me . What a relief.. on the scales 35lbs 2ozs of pure muscle with a tail like mobydick .