I put the kettle on a first light, when the left hand rod was away again. This time the fish felt much better and after a few minutes of steady pressure, it wallowed over the waiting net. Parting the mesh, I was greeted by a stunning common. After slipping the hook out, the scales read 35lb! I was blown away by the mint condition she was in and after doing a few quick pics, we carefully slipped her back.
As the day wore on, the wind picked up blowing big rafts of weed across the lake, which caused a few problems. Just before dusk I managed to get the rods back out and topped the spots up with a bit more bait. I’d been up since dawn, so I decided to grab an early night and catch up on some well needed sleep.
I woke at first light to motionless indicators, which was strange as I wanted confident that something would have happened through the hours of darkness. I wound the rods in a few hours later to find the spot had been covered up by the drifting weed! A move was on the cards, so I went for a walk and headed straight up the opposite end of the lake. This had the bonus of being on the back of the wind, so the large drifting weed beds would wipe my lines out. I just prayed I could find some carp.
I didn’t take me long to find a group of carp, sitting on the surface amongst the weed. There was an island to my left, so I grabbed my leading rod and after a couple of casts, I located a lovely gravel area around 20 feet square tight to the island. I soon had 3kg of boilies accurately applied and thought about a rig change. I decided on a simple D rig, with a balanced hookbait. On the business end was a size 8 Covert Incizor, which combined with the stiff hook length I hoped would settle slowly at the length of the hook link.
As the darkness drew in the mozzies were out in the force and I retired for an early night. At around 1am all hell broke loose as I managed to land five fish in quick succession, nothing big but it was great to be getting bites. Morning arrived and I was shattered and my mate looked like something out of a horror movie. After dawn had passed, I re-baited the swim with my leftover bait and was rewarded with two further fish, one being a stunning old looking mirror of 22lb, which was a rewarding capture as there are only a handful of originals left that don’t seem to grace the bank very often.
The swim had taken a battering and unsurprisingly the following night was quiet. I headed off home with ten fish to my credit and had a great social catching up with a good friend.