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After
locating a decent head of Carp during my last
session, I decided to give that area a rest and try
another spot. As with the majority of the River, it was seriously overgrown with
six foot
rushes separating me from the waters edge. As my
luck would have it, the next concentration of Carp I
located just happened to be hidden behind these
rushes, the only way I knew they were there was
after hearing a few decent fish crashing out. Not to
be beaten by a shed load of foliage, I got out some
string and did my best to tie back the rushes
creating just enough room for a rod in a couple of
spots. Wink who was also with me, did the same, and
after a bit of commotion in our swims we baited up
with Particles, pellets and boilies and sat back.
The swims were far too overgrown to float fish and
what with the stupidly hot weather we didn't feel
like it anyway.
As
evening arrived we were soon joined by a shoal of
bream, they were churning up the bottom good and
proper! Our swims were really starting to coming alive, and before
long the bream were joined by Carp cruising in and
out of the near and far bank rushes. Wink was first in with
a small Tench, which was shortly followed by me
loosing a Bream at the net. Wink then went on
to single handedly decimate the Bream shoal; I don't
think he had a lot of sleep! I on the other hand had
a bit more luck, and after losing that first Bream,
didn't get a peep out of them for the rest of the
session!
At
around 11pm I had my first Carp run of the session,
but on the initial run my rig parted for some
unknown reason. This left me frustrated, I don't
handle loosing fish under these circumstances so
well! I set up a new rig and cast out. I didn't have
long to sulk on my bedchair before my other rod was
hurtling off. This turned out to be a smaller fish
at 15lb, but like most River fish was in immaculate
condition. The rest of the night passed very
quietly, and unlike wink, I managed to get a bit of
shut eye.
At
4am however I had a wake up call in the shape of a
one toner. I proceeded to play a half decent Carp
for quite a while until it was on the surface beaten
in the margins. At this point I reached for the net
and proceeded to fight with the rushes to get the
net through. The Carp obviously knew I was
struggling and at that point had one last dive that
caught me off guard, with the end result being one
lost Carp and one snagged lily pad. I recast and went
back to the bedchair. I was awoken about an hour
later by a similar sized fish. This time everything
went to plan and I netted a perfect looking 18lb'er.
It had been a cracking session. |
