Monday, 24 September 2018

Mission Impossible


So with Autumn on the horizon Ive packed up my Carpy stuff and will now be aiming squarly at silvers along with Perch and the big boy, Pike!

I had a few hours to spare so I headed down to Burtle Lakes.  Fished on a Glaston Manor License.  You would be hard pressed to find a more tranquil spot.  Buzzing with wildlife there is always plenty to savour.  

That is of course if you can crack the code on the lock... Despite having the number I couldnt actually turn the bloody thing.  Like Tom Cruise I attempted to defeat the metal padlock using cunning, then guile and then brute force.  None of them worked.  So i parked on the road and did a deft (ahem) leap over the gate.

Mission complete.  Now I needed to find a peg out of the wind.  I plodded to the Carplake at the back and sat at Peg 15, tucked in a corner.  The rain splatted down but I had my decent coat so i was alright.  I chucked in some mushy bread a put a grain of corn on the float road.  I didnt cast far but kept it close to the reedy margin.  Then I waited, and waited.

Today the Jay's harsh call was echoing through the trees and a brief glimpse of electric blue signalled a Kingfisher.  Nice, and kept me entertained seeing as my float was ... floating.

A friendly chap (Mr Curtis - first name, not sure) popped up behind me.  I was slightly amazed that he recognised me and knew my blog (its the glasses).  Also, I teach is son... Small world.

We discussed the lack of younger people in the sport and the massive decrease in numbers since 2001.  Getting kids away from the addiction of phones and XBoxes is a hard thing to do.  They don't know what they are missing to be honest.

In the end I abandoned the Carp lake and went over to the front lake.  As I did so the rain turned to sun.  Hooray!

I could see a lot of silver fish milling around near the surface.  First cast and the float sank almost instantly.


What a nice view


Saved from the blank...

After getting tangled up on some reeds I tried to solve the puzzle of the twisted line but it was Mission Impossible.  So I cut the line and bunged on a pellet waggler.  This gave me extended casting range.  But it didnt make much difference.  The fish were much the same stamp and were very hungry,

Kept me entertained. 


Loads of 'em

How did he get here?  Caught on sweetcorn...

It really was a game of two halves today.  Raining and blanking on the Carp lake.  Sunshine and unending Bites on the front lake.  Nothing of any size but like Mission Impossible there was plenty of action.



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