Wasn’t the weather fantastic for fishing today? – up to 15 degrees Celsius in the afternoon, with only light breezes. It was indeed an early taste
To think that, during March last year, I was part of a Traditional Fisherman’s Forum group that shivered and shuddered
in harsh Siberian winds, at Evesbatch! The contrast with today could hardly have been more different; and by 9am I was cycling my way to the Other Pool.
I’ve come to realise that certain swims at the pond produce at different times of the day, and in each swim the window for feeding only tends to last for one hour or a little more. Perhaps the carp follow a certain route around the pool –
stopping off here and there, like the creatures of habit they are, to top themselves up. I still don’t have a clear concept of this behaviour, but I’m sure it happens.
As a result, I started fishing on the west bank, which is a “morning” area and, fishing with broken prawns tipped with corn in seven feet of water, I had five takes in two hours, which resulted in one missed, one lost,
when the hook pulled at the net, and three safely landed. But these were “peas in a pod” carp – of a similar size, and not large. They were, however, simply beautiful examples of their kind.
I fished on, after the bites dried up, but by 1pm I was moving to the island, in search of larger fish.
In this I was successful, managing three of a slightly better stamp. The largest of this batch put up a grand tussle – first of all scorching the clutch as it dived beneath an overhanging willow to my left, then running at speed
beneath my feet and rocketing towards the roots of a black poplar to my right, - a tree which is growing in the margins, as a pretty daunting snag.
It was wonderful to see the rod take on its full battle curve, with such close-range pounding.
So my final tally was six carp, -
all commons, and although I saw no sign of the very big carp which, I am certain, dwell in the Other Pool, there is always another day, and more excitement to come, I hope.