I cycled to The Other Pool, yesterday, - quite an ordeal with a front bike wheel chaffing in the brake. It must have taken me over one hour to get there, and over one hour to get
back, which is an unusually long time. I arrived pretty exhausted, to see a lone swallow fly low over the pool then tilt away, over the serried ranks of yellowing berry bushes. I was surprised to spot even one swallow - and I'm sure I'll see no more in 2014.
It was a slightly melancholic feeling, to see it wing out of sight, with another year gone. The pool was wearing its mid-autumn face, with the leaves of the surrounding trees already turning and raining down in the wind gusts. But there were
carp in the top, investigating the leaves. I used surface flake to catch three off the top, to about average size for the pool. There were some better fish about, but they had an unfortunate habit of melting away, whenever the bread landed close by. I
then tried sight-bobbed prawns, but only managed two "babies".
Finally, I tempted two average sized commons on sight-bobbed flake in the bay - bringing my day's tally to seven
carp, including those two real "babies".
One notable event, which I should mention, was a near tragedy. While playing a carp, near the dam, I clambered down the side
to the margin gravels, but hit my foot on a metal spike and fell, horizontally and heavily! One arm went in the water, and one Wellington boot. Another foot, and I would have been in eight feet of water, boots and all! I was a little shaken up, but OK,
and I managed to land the fish. However, I really must be more careful.
(The Other Pool gremlin strikes again!)
One thing I noticed with the surface fish was how they would simply mouth the bread and sink down with it. I missed a few, by striking at this point. With the ones I caught, I waited until the line was snaking over the surface.
Whether this behaviour by the carp was down to conditions, or because they were wary, I cannot say.