The one thing I can remember was the wind was savage at times and it felt freezing cold too. I felt it was because of this that everything remained quiet and by Thursday evening everything was still and motionless and I must admit I was a little despondent. Some friends had arrived that evening and we sat having a social and started to see a few fish showing at range in the middle in front of my swim. Seeing those fish brought back some much needed confidence and I went to bed that night hopeful my plan could still come to fruition.
I awoke the next morning at around 6am to a liner on my middle rod. On dragging myself out of the bag and looking out over the water I couldn’t believe my eyes, there was a huge milky patch of water right over my main spot with two rods on it! Over the coming hour myself and my friends in the neighbouring swims watched as the action intensified over the spot. First seagulls started dive bombing right over my rigs where bits were being kicked up from the feeding fish, then the shows started as the carp came up to clean their gills from the rigorous feeding and we all knew a bite was on the cards, but what followed over the coming few hours none of us expected!
Eventually after what felt like an eternity my middle rod fished with a snowman hook bait ripped off at an alarming rate. On lifting the rod the fish flat rodded me as it continued to take line charging towards the middle of the lake. With steady pressure I eventually managed to turn it and slowly gain some line as what felt like a good fish kited to my left and away from the spot. Over the following 15 minutes I would gain some line only for the fish to take off on another powerful run back towards the middle, but eventually the fish started to tire and I was gaining more and more line. After a few more minutes a good fish was having one last go at freedom in the edge before my friend scooped it up and I cheered with a sigh of relief more than anything. After calming down we got everything prepared and weighed and photographed the fish. It was at this point I realised it was an old friend, a fish known as Bobble, but I didn’t care as it was absolutely huge and a new PB for me at 53lb 2oz!