Football is supposed to be a game of two halves: but what about fishing? When my nephew Steven and I turned up to fish The Other Pool, early this morning, a number of decent carp were on the top;
and it seemed only a matter of time before one or two fish would be landed. Steve opted to try the bay, where several good carp were cruising, while I stayed closer to the dam, in a bid to fool the actual fish which had lined up to greet us as we arrived.
They were still there and seemingly in no hurry to disperse.
I used floating crust, of course, and was it the first or second cast which led to a take, about 15 yards out? Either way,
after a lively tussle, with snags either side, I was soon netting what turned out to be the best fish of the day. Steven kindly did the honours with the camera and when we weighed that immaculate common we were delighted to find it was a double - at
ten pounds exactly, on the dot. A second common followed, at 8lb 5oz and another, at 6lb 4oz - and then the carp seemed to disappear, as though they were ashamed of letting down their guard and letting me fool them.
The sun rose high above us, revealing gin clear water; and with the clear blue skies the weather was unseasonably warm. As a consequence, we realised it was going to be devilish-tricky to get any more bites.I tried float ledgering and
sight-bobbing, all to no avail. Steven, in the bay, rang the changes with bait - trying maggots, sweetcorn, bread and luncheon meat; and he was finally rewarded with a take - on bread flake - but missed on the strike. I had no takes at all on bottom baits
- it was almost as if the carp had used a secret tunnel to escape our pond and go to another! I exaggerate, because while I was fishing The Pipes swim, towards last knockings, a nice fully-scaled mirror cruised by; but it showed no interest whatsover in the
little carpet of maggots I had laid down, over the silt and gravel.
Steven fished his socks off, and he fished well - trying different spots and techniques when the bay refused to play ball;
and he really deserved a fish or two. (It didn't help when two bouncy Labradors launched themselves into his swim!) - Sadly, it was not to be, but I was pleased that he found The Other Pool to be such a mysterious, secluded and interesting little lake, with
great potential. There's always another time and you can be sure we'll be treading its banks again soon when, hopefully, the opportunity to catch a fish will not last for just one hour or so.