I first went to Belgium with a few pals in 2015, fishing on an amazing little lake that contained mirror and common carp to over 70lb! The lake was beautiful and intimate, being made up of a 4-acre bay joined to a smaller 2-acre bay by a narrow channel. It was a hugely exciting lake to visit, what with the anticipation of what could be.
After a few trips I managed to catch a 30lb common, which was awesome, and the start of a slight obsession. After that I was hooked on the place and I decided to do a full 2-week session, booking the lake at the end of April, and timing the session to coincide with the perfect moon phase.
Having watched a few of my friends catch fish to over 60lb during the first week (whilst I sat there with motionless indicators) I decided it was time to have a tactical move. Just after one mate left and another one turned up, I slipping into the vacated swim as it seemed to offer me a much better prospect of connecting with one of the monsters that inhabited the lake.
Once I was all set up in the new swim I immediately started catching, netting a few of the lakes 30lb mirrors, and catching grass carp to mid-40s during the first 24 hours, which was cool. I had noticed a lot of bubbling in this channel between me and an island, that was only about 20 yards out. After leading around, I found a softer silty spot in between all the hard spots that dominated the lakebed in this area, so I placed a rig on it and baited the spot with a combination of hempseed, maggot and boilies. Then I just sat back and waited, with that buzz of what could potentially happen.
The very next morning, at first light, my left-hand rod went into melt down, and after an epic arm aching 45-minute fight the fish was finally netted! I could see that it was a big common and was elated when we weighed her and the scales went 50lb+! To say that I was happy wouldn’t sufficiently convey how I felt, trust me.