Another pretty uneventful night followed for myself, although Martyn managed a new PB of 47lb 8oz that afternoon and Colin merrily ate more flowers, until when at first light I had a couple of bleeps. Opening my eyes, I could see Colin was sat right under my left-hand rod, and I assumed he had just nudged the bobbin. Ignoring him, I closed my eyes again, only to be interrupted by a couple more bleeps. Once again Colin was just sat there having his breakfast, and I told him in no uncertain terms to ‘go away’, before dozing off again. A third time I was disturbed by a couple of bleeps, and I was just about to throw one of my DPM stilettos at Colin, when I realized he wasn’t there.
The bobbin wasn’t moving, but I could see the line was just plinking in the water, so lifted the rod and tightened up. Straight away I could feel a fish on the end and amazingly, yet again, it gave an identical fight, kiting left across the swim on a long line towards the snags. This time I applied a bit more pressure and managed to stop the fish just short of its twiggy destination. From there it was an easy-going fight. Nothing spectacular, just a slow heavy plod around.
After a few minutes, I was able to see it in the clear water, and soon slid the net under a big bronze flanked mirror, that clearly looked a lot bigger than the other ones. I had previously held the lake record at the lake, with a mirror of 54lb captured a few years earlier, though that had recently been beaten by another carp of 57lb, so I was amazed and more than happy to see the needle spin round and stop at 57lb 8oz! I had taken my lake record back again*.
(*I should add at this point though, that this record has since been beaten another three times, and all by different fish, inching the top weight up by a few ounces each time. Surely it won’t be long before Roger and Tracy have their first 60 from the lake.)