One of the greatest facets that really keep the long-term appeal of any discipline in the world of angling has got to be the fact that every week, every trip, every season is different and unrepeatable.
Now, this is obviously because we are dealing with a broad range of influences and factors that affect the fish; these are as diverse as wind direction, humidity and temperature, to moon phase and air pressure. Add into the mix that we are fishing for carp that don’t particularly want to be caught and are spooky of lines, leads and any unnatural man made angling activity and things get a bit trickier on all but the hungriest venue.
After a pretty lacklustre winter, this March has already proven to be one of those magical once in a decade wonderful Marches, where the weather, water temperature and daylength come together to kick start an early flurry of carp feeding and happy carpers. Make the most of it, as March can be horrifically tricky, especially if we get a chilly northerly – which seems to happen a lot, unless my memory is horribly skewed.
So, I only got my head back into carp fishing after the New Year, with my angling needs sated over the Xmas break with a bit of Chubbing on the mighty River Cack-Water. Welly can be a bit of a twat in the winter, if you know what I mean. I’ve fished it the last 6 winters and 5 of them have been somewhere between ‘Grade A Punishment’ and ‘may as well not bother’. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t go anywhere else, as it’s a wonderful quiet safe venue when the park is closed in the winter, and there’s always the chance of a true blue enormadon.