After that I didn’t get back till the following Thursday just on dark, as we had a school meeting for our daughter Fern about her start at school in September this year, and which teacher she would have. Upon my arrival at the lake it was busy and most of the swims were already taken, so I decided to start in a swim called Sluices. All I did was flick them out into areas where I got a good drop, then sprayed some boilie out over the three rods.
Well that evening the carp were going mental in the area between me and another guy, I paced up and down the bank, watching and listening to the display they put on. I couldn’t decide whether to stay put and hope they moved onto me or move but without knowing how far the other guy was fishing. I decided to stay put as I didn’t want to ruin his chances or mine by casting over his lines and risking a hook up. As Lewis described to me, I had full ‘Welly insomnia’; a mixture of excitement and contemplation on whether I’d got it right. Every time I tried to close my eyes and get some sleep, another carp would show and in those circumstances, I find that you can’t help but roll over and look out.
Eventually I drifted off and was woken at 4AM to a fair size male Tench which was followed by a bream. Then, like the evening before, the carp started their acrobatic maneuverers. This time I wasted no time and packed up and moved down to get a better line angle to the activity, although I purposely avoided flicking them too far because of respect for the guy opposite. Later that day I received another bite, fully expecting it to be a carp, but once again another Tench was attached! I thought “how’s your luck”, but it was probably better than a poke in the eye.