Keeping my rod tips well back from the water’s edge, I set about placing a couple of traps out for the coming night/next morning (unless they rattled off before of course). A simple trail coming away from an overhanging bush was the first and the other was a small bed of chops, set up in a little deeper water halfway down the marginal shelf out to the right (with a flat pear and chops everything stayed put on the slope). As the day rolled by along with the sun shine, looking into the bush I could see the odd carp ghost through; it was amazing to see, one second a light lake bed, the next a dark shadow appeared from the nowhere. Soon a bleep came from my receiver, before the sound left the air it was joined with the back-up chorus ringing from clutch on my reel. Skipping down the bank to a bent length of carbon I was pleased to see she had kited out into open water; rod tip pounding and line hissing from the spool I soon gained control. After a spirited battle an upset mirror rolled into net; a few quick pictures and the rod was again flicked out to the spot. With another small trail of bait added (feeding to my bites) I was ready for the next bite.
Morning came and with other marginal spots baited around the pool from the day before, it was easy to see the areas the carp came to; as some ate breakfast and left without paying? With a stiff, cool breeze all night, it was no wonder the carp had stayed a little deeper that morning. Looking down into the bush I saw a shadow ghost through, a little deeper and just off my bait line. With it only being 5am I thought I would give the sun a little more time to work its magic; hopefully warm the shallows a little more and bringing the carp to me or my rig anyway! Two hours later I watched with amazement as 3 carp came in and out of the spot, the largest feeding and moving very slow compared to the others, being regularly overtaken by the other two as they did a fast lap in and out of my spot. It makes sense why the larger carp don’t come out so often, with the racers snatching at everything that’s not nailed down! Thirty minutes later it was very noticeable that they seemed to patrol two feet away from my rig. Waiting for the right moment I decided to make an adjustment to the position of my rig; a slight lift and a drop, just two feet further out! After 5 minutes and no carp appearing, I really thought I messed it up big time. But sure enough as I sat crouched down in the brambles, a large dark shadow appeared from out of the gloom, within seconds she swam straight at my rig, flashing at the hook bait. Being in a trance watching the action, I was somewhat surprised as the short rod which lay in my hand pulled round violently and the spool started to hiss! Powering off down the margin she had no intention of stopping at all, then lucky for me she decided to go deep and continued to bolt out into the lake. The fish kited up and down the lake and I would gain 30 yards only to lose another 40 yards seconds later! The battle commenced for fifteen minutes the battle and I held my breath at every roll as she neared the net. After a few gulps of air she decided to slow slightly and then was soon mine, spitting water as she drifted into my net!
A truly awesome battle that I won’t forget in a hurry, at 37lb 2oz it’s a big old margin monster to boot! I’ve had some stunning margin carp this year, and to be able watch the carp take the hook baits; not to mention how they act on the baited spot you can’t help but learn… Give it a go it’s addictive!