Something about this 1.25 acre farm pond, Pridewood, keeps drawing me back. It's an interesting little water - spring fed, and dating back - according to the maps, to at least
early Victorian times. A fishing friend, Nigel Evans, once described it as like fishing in someone's back garden - and there is something to that, as the large house overlooks the pool. At first glance the pool looks a little like a commercial, with
its two small islands. The largest has a magnificent willow. It is as if, in modern times, someone decided to add 'features' ... but this is an incorrect impression. The islands are also Victorian, or older. The pool has deep silts, full of blood-worm, apparently,
which partly explains why sometimes you get no takes at all from bubbling carp. On other occasions, using two rods is one rod too many - when the carp really turn on. I've had some of my best days here when surface fishing - eight carp including five doubles
in an autumn afternoon, for instance. But last week - a week ago exactly, to be precise - I decided to sight-bob, close to the other big willow at the head of the pool. I had the pool entirely to myself, except for a nice couple ( man and wife) - who caught
a carp just as I was leaving. I lost two and caught two- the loses due to wide-gape hook pulls. The largest I had was this one here - a pale common, weighing in at 12lbs 10oz . It fell to popped-up crust, which had been glugged in scopex. That's worth a try,
by the way - the combination is jam and bread for greedy carp! One carp I hooked felt larger than 12lb 10oz... but that is fishing! The carp were stocked over 30 years ago, with no stockings since, and most of the carp have this washed-out appearance,
even though they tend to pull like the very devil!