There was a chilly start yesterday to my session at Evesbatch Bottom Lake. It left me wondering how many more carping sessions I have to enjoy this year: before the very cold
weather arrives. The long-range forecast is for a very cold November, apparently, and so I suppose that will be 'it' for me, until the early spring. I used to fish quite heavily into the winter, but I was a slightly younger chap, then, and it still made me
ill! I do miss winter at "The Other Pool", however: waiting in the chill on the island for carp, in their winter-bright colours, to move out from deeper water, under the shade of a goat willow. The bites they gave were often so minscule, it took me a while
to adapt and respond when needed, - to strike those miniscule movements, despite aching hands and arms, due to the chill. Yesterday, at Evesbatch, I soon warmed up as the sun rose, and within 90 minutes or so, I'd fooled a lovely 'Leneyesque' common, weighing
in 10lb 9oz. The bait was floating crust. The fish shown here is not that carp, of course: this in fact was my last fish of the day, which I landed with the enthusiastic support of the the bailiff's friendly black retriever who was running around my legs,
sometimes barking, as I battled the fish in a tight spot by a willow. This carp, which weighed exactly 9lbs, was a wildie-like common: the sort of fish which made the pool well-known, locally: and indeed, there are still those who will tell you that
all the pool's commons are all "wild carp". This is not the case now, really, as many of the commons, including my double yesterday, look more like Leneys. The pool was also stocked with mirrors, a few decades ago, I believe. However, it's good to see, once
again, that there are still wildie-type commons in Evesbatch Bottom Lake. This one was a good-looking fish, despite a slight pop-eye. I caught seven carp in total yesterday, which sounds like a good result, but I really had to work hard for it. I only managed
one carp on the sight bob float, with the rest falling to floating crust, usually close in, and requiring a reasonably high level of stealth and patience. It helped that I had the pool to myself. Herefordshire is still an angling time-warp in places, in this
Carp are not the only species, of course, and I must also mention that I caught a small perch and a small bream too, on sight-bobbed wax worms.
I shall return to Evesbatch in a few weeks or so, but this time in the pleasant company of my brother, David, and my nephew, Steven. I very much look forward to that.