Time-Warp Whacker - Scott Miller

A bit of a time-warp news story this one, but the result was so impressive that we just had to run it! Scott Miller managed to end a 16-month dry spell by banking one of the Yateley Car Park Lake fish during January, and here’s how he did it…

“After spending the best part of 16 months chasing the Car Park carp, with only tench and one hook pull to show for my efforts, I finally caught one of the tricky carp that live in this historic water, in January of all months!

My chosen swim for my winter campaign was The Bars swim. This particular swim has had good winter form and it contained a good depth of water down to 10 feet, which I felt should hold fish. I had been baiting with maggots and hemp for weeks leading up to the capture, on a clay area close to a weed bed in eight foot of water. My chosen rig was three feet of Kontour, set up helicopter style with a rig made from 25lb Supernatural and a size-eight Wide Gape X. I tied a 4oz Korda lead to the setup with 2lb mono, so it’d drop off if the fish weeded itself. I choose a small maggot clip and used a small piece of foam under the clip to add a bit of buoyancy, hoping this would act more naturally in a feeding situation. Once the rig was tied and cast to the area at 60 yards it was time to bait with three pints of maggots and half kilo of hemp.

On the Friday I had two tench from my other spot to the left. Although nothing happened on my clay spot, I was confident that the carp weren’t far away. On the Saturday afternoon I re-did my rigs, re-baited the spots, then sat back and enjoyed a few brews with my mate in the next swim, Ads. At around 19.30pm I decided to get into my bag as the temperature was starting to drop. At around 08.30am I received a single bleep on my clay spot. On peering out of my bivvy door I could see my bobbin was held up against the rod. I shot out of the bag and lifted into a fish, which to begin with felt like a tench that had found the near weed bed. Slowly the fish started to wake up and take line, heading towards the Curly. Gradually, I started guiding it towards my swim, still thinking I had a tench covered in weed on the end. The carp must have sensed my thoughts as it then hit the surface, as if to say hello! This had me shaking a bit and thoughts of another hook pull were racing round my head. I needn’t have worried, as not long after the fish was in the net. Now, on the Car Park tradition dictates that you give the big shout out, but on this occasion I had lost the power of speech. All I could do was stare down into my net at a proper lump of carp. I shouted my mate Ads in the next swim who jogged down to confirm that it was indeed a big ‘un. I put the kettle on and got the rest of the lads round for a brew while we got ourselves prepared for the photos. The fish, which was one called G’s, looked massive on the mat and pulled the scales round to 43lb 10oz.”