For my first night I elected to set up close to the boathouse and fished towards a large floating weed bed that was situated down that end of the lake. At 4AM on Saturday morning my middle rod signalled a fast take and after a short fight I had my first Milton carp in the net as a ticket holder. The fish was sacked up for a few hours and when the light improved a lovely mirror of 25lb 14oz was weighed and a couple of self takes done.
Apart from the Champions League final, which was being screened in the boathouse, the rest of the day and Saturday night was quiet. On Sunday morning I was having a slow pack down when the middle rod signalled a slow take and after a spirited fight, a mirror weighing 24lb 10oz was photographed. Having had that one I packed the rest of my gear away and was soon on my way home. I knew I had a busy week at work and in the evenings socialising, but nevertheless was hoping to get back down the following Sunday for a 3-night trip. Sunday simply could not come fast enough and while driving down the country roads I had a little chuckle to myself; I was off to the paradise that is Milton…
When I arrived at the lake I found just two people already angling; one was carp fishing for the day, whilst the other was targeting the crucians. I was aware that my good mate (the living legend) ‘Wiggy’, would be down after he finished work, so I did a quick lap and on the way round Johnny was playing a carp, and just after I did the honours with the net, Wiggy arrived. The pictures were done and having gone on our way, I decided to fish a swim further up the lake as a lot of weed had gathered there and I expected a lot of carp to be sitting there under the weed beds.
I set up in a swim known as The Conker, and Wiggy had decided to go next door to my left. We were both sat having a beer when at about 9.30pm my left-hand rod, which was fishing in front of a channel between two small sets of pads, let out a few beeps. I found the bobbin to be tight against the rod, I quickly landed a small heavily scaled stockie. We took a couple of pictures and got the rod back out on the spot along with a bit more bait ready for the night ahead. Then at around 4am Monday morning I received a screaming take on my right-hand rod and after a bit of a battle I landed a lovely looking mirror. She was carefully sacked up, the rod wrapped up and put back out on the spot. I was shattered from the busy week, with lots of late nights and early mornings, so decided to get my head down.
Later in the night I was woken to the same rod going into meltdown. After a short fight, a scaly stockie was soon in the net, so I wandered round to see Wiggy, to get him to do a few pictures. The scaly one in the net weighed 14lb 14oz and we clicked off a few pictures. We had a quick brew and then weighed the fish from earlier in the morning. This one turned out to be bang on 28lb, and with the pictures done I set about doing a round of bacon sandwiches for us. The perfect start to any day!