After a very wet night on the 25th October, when the rod remained motionless, it was very early the following morning that I tricked a carp and got a bite, and immediately knew I was connected to something much bigger. You see, after the blank the night before, I did something I have done before and I am sure got me the bite, I moved one rod a good rod length off to the side from the baited area. I was not concentrating my 12mm HNV free offerings in one tight spot; I was spreading it in an area roughly two-rod lengths square, encouraging the fish to forage about over a sizeable area. I have found before, one rod positioned right on the back edge of the area can pick up the more cautious carp that are sitting a little further off the area. That morning, so it proved.
The capture of ‘Smithy’ was almost textbook carp fishing from start to finish. I woke early, whilst it was still dark. It had been mildly moist in the night, but not nearly as wet as the night before. I made a very early coffee and sat watching the light lift from the eastern corner of the lake. The birds build to full dawn-chorus song, and the morning mist was rolling across the surface of the lake from left to right. It felt bang on for a bite, despite the Bug indicators only twitching with the odd liner during the 36 hours so far. However, literally, while I was sat looking at the rods, the right-hand indicator lifted aggressively, but then stopped at the top. Then slowly, the line clicked out of the line clip and line started being drawn off the spool on click at a time. With the lake being so deep, when battle commenced the fish remained down deep for several minutes. I knew this was one of the good ones, but clearly I didn’t know which one it was. When it did eventually roll over the net cord, I knew instantly. In fact, that’s a lie. I knew a few seconds before it went over the cord but tried to block it out of my mind.
I was all alone at the lake that morning and I had a wonderful big carp safely in the net, and I knew which one it was. It looked really big too, but size at that point, as often is the case with a target fish, is quite irrelevant. I literally sat there, on the slope down to the water looking down on it, holding back a bit of emotion. Recasting that one-rod to the back of the area had worked a treat. It does not always pan out like that, but that morning it absolutely did!