Isn't it strange how our expectations differ from reality, when it comes to fishing days? Today, I expected to catch one or two decent carp from the margins on bottom baits - prawns
and crayfish tails, to be exact. I rolled one small mirror carp off the top, when fishing prawns, and I missed a really solid take, because I struck slightly too soon. But the three carp I did catch, to low double figures, were all on floating crust. The first
time I fished Hoveland, I tried to catch carp off the top, but I failed. That's fishing, isn't it? I didn't get to grips with any giants today, but I did learn that the pool was stocked 29 years ago, and that the largest carp ever recorded there was, by coincidence,
29lbs. So there are some very decent fish, I'm sure.
I found the fishing quite tricky today, - the carp were mainly under floating scum layers, or close to the edges,
and it was a waiting game to fool them. My largest carp of the day, the low double, came just after the pool's lady owner was approaching, and she watched me play it out and net it, and she then offered to take a photograph, which I've given the black
and white treatment, (to give it that old school nostalgic look).
Another carp was just shy of being a scraper double, and the smallest was a high single.
I enjoyed myself, but I came away realising that I was probably lucky to get a mid double on the previous session, my first at the pool, and luckier still to hook a real "biggie", (which I lost,
These carp are rather "spooky". I noticed how they were bow-waving away from lightly baited areas, and so I am thinking perhaps of simply freelining flake next
time, with no free offerings, and playing the waiting game once more.
I am sure it is a pool where twenties are a distinct possibility; but we shall see.
My next session, however, and all being well, will be at "The Other Pool".