Weekend Of Wonder!

My fishing is mainly based around midweek sessions due to the crowds that I often find myself faced with at weekends. However, of late my chosen venue has been quieter at the weekend so I decided to spend a recent Saturday night fishing, which meant I would probably wake up Sunday morning feeling more bright eyed and bushy tailed than normal.
I arrived at the lake early Saturday afternoon and was informed that the big girl had been out to one of the regulars on Thursday morning. This was a well deserved capture as he had fished the lake for a few years including all the way through the arctic winter we have just all endured.
As time was on my side for a change I spent a good while mooching round the lake and finally decided on a swim that commanded the middle area.
As I had a few bonus hours I was able to take time erect my house for the night first and then set about tying a few rigs up in the comfort of my bedchair.
A classic overnight scenario would generally see tackle strewn round my chosen swim like a tornado had gone through it in an attempt to get the rods out first, to make the most of the limited time on offer.
Not this time though and once I had created a couple of rigs, I set about plumbing and baiting the area in front of me.
Although this is not a swim that I had really fished before I was aware of a couple of harder areas that lay out in front. After several casts I felt a reassuring tap, tap, tap on the tip of my plumb rod signalling that I may have found an area on which to present my baits for the night. I let the float rise to the surface and then proceeded to take aim with my first rod.
The 3oz lead crashed down a little past the float and on letting it pendulum back I felt it strike the lake bed firmly, I tucked the line behind the clip on the spool of my reel and retrieved the rig.
I made a mental note of the horizon line meaning at anytime later I would have somewhere to aim at and I would not have to use the marker again. Also, this would serve as a target should I need to recast during the night.
Once again, the lead thumped down nicely and on retrieval I noticed a small wedge of clay on the side of my lead reassuring me that this was a clear spot.
Before continuing to do anything else I walked my rod out to the distance of the clipped up line and pushed a small stick into the ground, giving me a subtle indicator of where to pace my rod out to should I catch during the session.
Walking your lines out in this fashion coupled with having a sight marker on the horizon means that once you have found your favoured spot you can accurately cast back to it without having to reach for your marker rod for the duration of your session.
After both rods had been cast either side of the float I began to bait the swim, so out came the Skyliner spod and a dozen or so loads of Active-8 soaked pellets were distributed round the float accompanied by a hundred mixed-sized Cell boiles.
After all this commotion, I was able to sit back and enjoy the warm evening and to revel in the fact that I did not have to be packing up at stupid o clock the following morning.
It was around seven in the evening that I received a stuttery take on my left-hand rod. On cursing the fact I had put pellets out and assuming that I had a slimy bin lid on the other end I wound down to feel solid resistance from the other end - not a bream.
It was a steady fight that eventually I won and on peering into the net my eyes were greeted with the sight of a rather large common carp, so I quickly staked the net in place with a spare bankstick and proceeded to arrange the weighing equipment.
On the scales, the needle went round to a pleasing 29lb 8oz, I quickly placed the fish back in the water and secured the net once more and heart all a flutter I went round the lake to find a willing photographer, no need for self takes this time.
This is when disaster struck - although my camera had been furnished with a fresh set of batteries it ceased to function, what now? Thankfully the chap who had kindly came round to do the snaps was more than willing to do the honours on his camera, I could have kissed him (but that’s another story).
The pictures were done and after quick kiss, she swam off strongly, I did not get any further action but the chap who came round to my rescue was rewarded with a carp in the wee small hours of Sunday morning.

Jonny Mann