Days and Ways....

Not Far Enough From the Madding Pump...

It is amazing how our fishing days never turn out how we imagine they will be, before we actually set foot on the bank. Yesterday I hoped to fish the Pipes swim at The Other Pool; but the farmer set the irrigation machinery going, and he wisely advised me that I would be smothered in a unhealthy blue smoke...

I like the Pipes swim, because the margins are a flat plateau, above deep water, and it must be the first stop for fish leaving the island area..

Still, I'd have to fish elsewhere. I tried the far bank, in a very snaggy swim that, I have found, tends to hold carp. A few suspicious swirls on the surface led me to throw out free offerings of floating flake and, after a while, and quite a few suspicious nudges, they were taken. A hook baited with floating flake was also taken, and I found myself attached to a fast-moving carp that shot to my left and managed to drag the line over at least two sunken branches. I was thinking, "game over" when the fish turned right and shot out towards the depths, freeing the line.  From then on, it was an easy enough task to fight it out, despite a sunken bush immediately before me. It was a carp slightly larger than the average - not the hoped-for big one, but a glorious creature all the same. I caught another, in the same manner, and this time the net actually snagged on the sunken bush. I took a great risk, all considered, - I opened the bail and set the rod down, so I could get both hands to the mesh. This worked, and I was able to net my fish safely. It was slightly smaller than the first.

The carp, not surprisingly, vanished from the area and I moved to the Reedy Bay swim - if only to put a little more distance between me and the constant roar of the irrigation engine.

I noticed that the margins were all stirred up - unusual in a gin clear lake, and 30 minutes later my sight-bob shot away and I was attached to another common, - again, about average-sized for the pool.

So my angling opportunities came to a close, for although I fished on all afternoon and into the evening, no other chances came my way.

A bonus was a shutting off the the engine at 5pm, which allowed me to hear the wonderful, uplifting bird-song, in the light of early dusk.

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27.11 | 23:05

We missed you, dear nephew, we missed you...x

27.11 | 19:45

It's Ok, you guys just keep enjoying your little fishing sessions without me...we all know why

07.09 | 21:31

Yes Dave, I look forward to a Three Amigos' reunion at a carp pool. Our fishing sessions together are always a great joy.

07.09 | 20:49

Lovely account of a most enjoyable day Gary.Lets hope that Steven can join us next time.David

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