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14/11/21
One night only
Race against time
A ridiculously busy year has seen my fishing time drastically reduced since the arrival of our new born. Anyone who has had a new baby will know that your world is turned upside down. It can take a few months to have any sort of pattern. The freedom of my usual midweek overnight fishing that I used to enjoy had to take a firm back seat. Night feeds, as well as looking after our other child while mum tried to get some well needed sleep took priority.
The very thought of leaving my partner in the first few months to deal with our young family was weighing heavy on my mind, so much so that I decided to pretty much write off this year on the fishing front.
Spinning plates
To say I was itching to get out was an understatement. Nov onwards is usually my time to be out on the bank, the bait industry slows down and I look forward to treading the frosty banks in search of some cold water carp. With the kids now sleeping in more of a routine in between the colds, bad dreams and wanting to be in Mummy and Daddy’s bed all the time I decided to fish a very random overnighter. My misses was very understanding and I also bribed her with the promise of foot rubs and DIY chores!
Turning up at the Cotswold water park syndicate just before dusk in this unseasonal mild weather I was fortunate to spot a fish show on the back of the wind line. I barrowed as quickly as I could to the area and shipped the rods together, eager to capitalise on the sighting. With two mechano rigs sailing out in the direction of the fish I set about getting the house up for the night. I waited until dark to introduce 2kg of Creamino boilies that had been soaked in the matching Dip and Oil plus 1kg of the fast action Creamino pellet to the zone, making sure not to be too tight with the baiting. The food signals would be rising up off the baited area alerting and carp that passes over the zone that food was in plentiful supply beneath them.
Rising food signals
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeep. I awoke to a carp traveling at speed hell bent on trying reach the far bank some 80 yards away! On lifting into the fish it then proceeded to flat rod me for a further 40 yards. I was convinced that it was foul hooked through the tail. After an age the fish slowly gave ground and I managed to coax the carp all the way back to my margin. A further 10 minutes finally saw the big mirror slowly surface and then bundled into the waiting net, one of the lakes mid 40’s was mine.
I retained the fish for a short time to wait for enough light for a couple of snaps. Mike arrived to do the honours and no sooner had the fish been returned it was off back home to pick up my little girl in time for the school run albeit stinking of carp!
Marks super soaked boilies
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