Days and Ways....

UNLOCKED AT PRIDEWOOD, AFTER CARP

Well, I'm just a few hours back from a 24 hour overnight session at Pridewood in Herefordshire. Let's set secret squirrels aside, enough for me to reveal that this is the pool I have usually referred to as Hoveland on this site. It's a 1.25 acre pond with a map history going back to 1846. When it was announced that we could go fishing again, I imagined Pridewood as I have known it...just one of two anglers at the very most. It is, after all, not a very large pool.... However, by 2pm yesterday there were ten folks there, all fishing for its carp. Of course, I cannot blame them - we were all celebrating the same liberty. I just hope the liberty to go fishing lasts...but I digress. I was going to say that angling, at any time, is a whimsical mistress. I couldn't help but notice how some anglers were blessed with action, while others struggled. A party from Wales - three men and a woman, managed at least eight carp between them. Eavesdropping, I heard that the largest was 15lbs. Others blanked. Still others had to be happy with a bonus roach. The roach, in fact, are of a decent size. I struggled at first, only managing my first carp of the session, a double of 10lbs 12oz, at around 3pm. The carp had, by then, retreated to the far end of the pool, to shelter under overhanging bushes, and that is where I fished. That first fish fell to margin crust - my rod top poking out between branches and a hunk of crust immediately below, with no line at all on the water. The challenge was to stop the carp from getting to the roots, so immediate side-strain was needed; plus the trick of walking sideways, rod at full bend, to get the carp away from those branches and roots and snags. I did lose one carp which did make the roots - the line being severed promptly; but I caught another three carp - all doubles, to bring my session tally up to four doubles. Two of those came as dusk fell and a degree of tranquility returned to the pool, as folks left for home. On the evening, I had two commons of 11lb and 12lb 8oz. Both fell to a flake bomb, which was floating close to branches in the water. They were powerful, torpedo-bodied fish which put my AKN 116 into its full fighting curve. I stopped fishing at about 11pm, yesterday evening, because the temperature was really plummeting. Getting up, cold, for a call of nature, at 1.30am, I noticed how the sky was clear, dark and brilliant with stars. By 4.30am, and the rather impressive dawn chorus, there had been a mild frost. I returned to my bed, only resuming fishing after 8.30am. A hunk of crust by the branches did the trick, and I was soon weighing another torpedo-bodied common, of 11lb 3oz - the last of a memorable session. 

  

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23.11 | 15:35

Many thanks.

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23.11 | 15:34

Many thanks RB.

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05.09 | 08:54

Some very interesting musings, observations and snippets of information.
Thanks for taking the time to give us the benefit of your experience and knowledge.

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03.09 | 21:02

Interesting.

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