Days and Ways....

The weather forecast wasn't too promising yesterday and I arrived at Woodside to a downpour, which had me huddling under my brolly. The pool, which is part of a holiday site and an award-winning conservation area run by the Davies family, had changed its appearance over the winter. The pool I fish, the largest of several at about one acre in size, had undergone a degree of restoration. Gone were the extensive reed beds which made one bank virtually unfishable last year. Now the pool was altogether more open - but where to fish? I picked a bay where the gusts had brought in a mat of cut dead reeds. Surely that would be sheltering one or two carp? I didn't feel all that confident when I started off by sight-bobbing flake in around 3ft of water, just off the reed mat. I was actually huddling under my brolly still (cursing the strength of the mad March winds) when my sight-bob vanished very nicely - and I missed! I missed several more - feeling rusty after the long winter lay-off, and it was no use telling myself that these were merely takes from little rudd. I knew what they were! The water was rocking!  At the close of the day, I had managed to catch three carp on the sight-bob, using flake as both the hook-bait and the limited free offerings. But the larger carp fell to surface crust, fished by or actually among the reed mat. My best was the common shown here - 10lb10oz and my first most welcome double of the year; but I also managed a 9lb 3oz mirror; an 8lb 12oz linear and and a genuine leather of 8lbs 10oz - these are all quite big carp for Woodside, in fact, which was stocked around 14 years ago but is yet to produce a verified  twenty. My final tally was nine carp - a semi-outrageous result for this time of year; but I was painfully reminded of my shortcomings and will confess that I probably lost the largest carp I hooked yesterday through sheer stupidity. I decided to change a hook while carp were literally inches from the bank. I tied on the fresh hook with trembling hands and lowered in a hunk of crust. I didn't check the knot, however - normally I inspect every knot and give it a number of harsh tugs - this time I didn't. A large pair of lips rose and took the crust. I struck at close range  and a hefty plated mirror (which felt like a sack of spuds at the end of my line) rolled before me...and the knot failed. I least it was a barbless hook and at least I'm now sure there are one of two larger carp in the pool...but it was a harsh lesson. Before yesterday, I hadn't experienced knot failure for about nine years. However, we live and learn, don't we...? 

 

Afterthought... I'm wondering if it was the knot - a Hutchinson "grinner" which failed me after all. The end of the line was slightly crinkled, which made me think of knot failure, naturally; but having talked over the circumstances with my brother, Dave, I'm leaning towards his suggestion that I was broken..on 12lb line!  Of course, there could have been a fault in the line, but I tend to think now that the sheer bulk of a heavy fish rolling on the surface, immediately beneath the rod tip, might well have been enough. I remember thinking how the fish felt like a rolling sack of spuds, which probably meant the rod was already at full bend. The clutch was set properly, but I may have dropped a finger to the drum - which would have been an error. I can't be sure of this...  It all happened so quickly, of course. Apart from that, I don't know what else I might have done - but I do now think it was the line which went, which begs the question, how heavy was that fish? Will I manage to encounter it again? The pool is just one acre but well established and deep in the middle - 10ft or more. It could hold secrets.

 

I just thought I'd post a quick note, explaining that I haven't gone away! I haven't done much fishing over the winter, partly because I was diagnosed with diabetes shorly before Christmas. I'd been feeling unwell for some time - perhaps for as long as the past year. Well, I've lost some weight and I'm on the pills, so I feel I'm turning a corner now and, in fact, I've already resumed fishing - a blank at Hoveland! Next week I'm at Woodside where winter/early spring carp fishing can be productive - fingers crossed! (And Tight Lines to you all).

PHOTO: What I'm looking forward to this year - a gorgeous looking common, caught last October.

 

It's been a mild November so far, but this month is usually classed as the start of winter by carp fishers, and so I suppose I can legitimately claim the double figure common I caught today, from the pool I call Hoveland, as my first winter carp of the year. In fact I caught two doubles - but a mirror came in foul-hooked in the flank, and so it cannot count, unlike the common. That fell to a critically-balanced crust rig I've been dabbling with, with a sight bob as the float.The common took close to the branches of an overhanging willow and, immediately when hooked, rose to the surface with its dorsal raised - most impressive! I only wished the snap I took of it on the mat wasn't so 'washed out". I think my camera has seen its best days..

The fishing, however, was perhaps the least dramatic moment of a somewhat disturbing, even an upsetting day. I arrived to find I had the pool to myself and, as per usual in such circumstances, I decided to do the rounds, to see where fish were showing etc. The water was quite clear and I was surprised to see numbers of roach in the margins, clearly gasping for oxygen. Soon I was spotting carp doing the same, then three, then four dead carp..! I looked at the water level and saw it was very low - perhaps 1.5ft down on its usual level - and this is a pool where the average depth normally is just 3ft. I decided not to fish but to find the lady farmer instead. She was as shocked as me and asked what should be done. I suggested an aerator but she suggested opening the pipe up for an ancient bore hole well and allowing fresh water into the pool. It is fortunate the well was there. That spring-fed pool is old - dating back to at least very early Victorian times, and probably before then. The bore hole well is evidence of the pool's antiquity. Soon enough water was gushing down a pipe into the one acre pond. One hour later, it was as if the crisis hadn't happened at all, aside from the floating bodies of a few carp and one or two dead roach. I didn't expect to catch but decided to fish in any case - not least because I'd been dropped off by my wife and suspected she would not appreciate an early call back. Well, the morning turned to the afternoon. The pool had risen by at least six inches and there was evidence of carp just being carp - clouds of mud, bubbles and so forth. I decided on the pop-up approach because I was bringing back a load of sticks and leaves on my conventional bottom rig. It was pleasing to fool that common with the pop-up rig, and once it was safely in the net and on the mat, I felt that my decision to stay had been justified after all.

There was a chilly start yesterday to my session at Evesbatch Bottom Lake. It left me wondering how many more carping sessions I have to enjoy this year: before the very cold weather arrives. The long-range forecast is for a very cold November, apparently, and so I suppose that will be 'it' for me, until the early spring. I used to fish quite heavily into the winter, but I was a slightly younger chap, then, and it still made me ill! I do miss winter at "The Other Pool", however: waiting in the chill on the island for carp, in their winter-bright colours, to move out from deeper water, under the shade of a goat willow. The bites they gave were often so minscule, it took me a while to adapt and respond when needed, - to strike those miniscule movements, despite aching hands and arms, due to the chill. Yesterday, at Evesbatch, I soon warmed up as the sun rose, and within 90 minutes or so, I'd fooled a lovely 'Leneyesque' common, weighing in 10lb 9oz. The bait was floating crust. The fish shown here is not that carp, of course: this in fact was my last fish of the day, which I landed with the enthusiastic support of the the bailiff's friendly black retriever who was running around my legs, sometimes barking,  as I battled the fish in a tight spot by a willow. This carp, which weighed exactly 9lbs, was a wildie-like common: the sort of fish which made the pool well-known, locally: and indeed, there are still those who will tell you that all the pool's commons are all "wild carp". This is not the case now, really, as many of the commons, including my double yesterday, look more like Leneys. The pool was also stocked with mirrors, a few decades ago, I believe. However, it's good to see, once again, that there are still wildie-type commons in Evesbatch Bottom Lake. This one was a good-looking fish, despite a slight pop-eye. I caught seven carp in total yesterday, which sounds like a good result, but I really had to work hard for it. I only managed one carp on the sight bob float, with the rest falling to floating crust, usually close in, and requiring a reasonably high level of stealth and patience. It helped that I had the pool to myself. Herefordshire is still an angling time-warp in places, in this respect.

Carp are not the only species, of course, and I must also mention that I caught a small perch and a small bream too, on sight-bobbed wax worms.

I shall return to Evesbatch in a few weeks or so, but this time in the pleasant company of my brother, David, and my nephew, Steven. I very much look forward to that.

August is a month pretending to be summer, with the first yellow leaves in its hair. I try not to fish Hoveland during early to mid summer, because it can be busy, and the pool is sometimes afflicted by the great green mushrooms, and anglers with pods and buzzers. I wouldn't mind, but Hoveland is a farm pond of one acre or so. However, all this hi-tech pressure means the fish are getting cagey - extremely cagey. It's almost impossible to catch one on the float there now - I bumped a good one off today, on floatfished flake; but such occurences are the exception, not the rule. I've written before how it's almost impossible to catch one off the top as well, at least in open water: but today I had to try. I went fully prepared to use margin crust - which has yielded me some chunky fish there this year; but the fish were not coming close. I had to fish surface baits, mid-water - because the fish were there; but I lost count of the aborted takes and the number of times my floating crust had already been nudged from the hook - detached from the hook, before the bread was engulfed. As I say, these are educated, crafty fish. Earlier this year I watched a good angler fail with a modern line-controller that leaves no line at all on the surface - you know the sort of device. I noticed today that serious approaches were made, on the whole,  when the sun went in and when the wind was calm. Then the line on the top didn't seem to matter so much. I resorted, when I could, to using pieces of crust with very tough crusts - the hardest bits, to stand up to all those tweaks and nudges. Every take was a waiting game, and the game was made more difficult by the large amount of ducks and water fowl currently on Hoveland. However, I'm pleased to announce I managed to catch four late summer carp, all commons to 13lb 9oz. I had an eleven pounder in that mix - a sleek fish that fought the best of all, with real tenacity and spirit. I also lost what I think was a very large fish - slow and powerful, when the hook pulled. I think I must have only nicked it.

All in all, it was a most enjoyable session: and made all the better because, incredibly, I had the little pool to myself, and on a Bank Holiday Saturday too! Perhaps everyone else assumed the pond would be too busy?

Latest comments

28.02 | 14:01

Nothing like an estate lake for mystery and atmosphere!

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28.02 | 13:02

Hi I am very interested in fishing the old oxford estate lake as I have dreamed about it for years growing up but never got the time because of work but now its

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01.02 | 09:19

No Chris, it's the Dudmaston Estate, and the Kinver Freeliners who have the fishing have a long waiting list...but it's worth getting your name down...

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31.01 | 16:08

Is this a day ticket venue

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