Monday, 17 September 2018

No Room At The Inn


A bit early for Christmas Nativity references (although Tescos appears to be gearing up...).  However, much like the famous tale Viaduct was indeed very full.  Cary was out.  Match on.  Lodge had a load of people on it.  Spring had a load of people on it and Middle had quite a few on it.  Leaving Match Lake which did have some decent space.

After a chat with some friendly Carpers fishing on Spring through to Middle I decided to trudge over to Peg 51.  It had a bit of space around it (for a time anyway).

There was no chance of any whopping Carp in here (although there are a few low doubles).  But it always gives plenty of bites and those F1 Carp are far stronger than their size would suggest.

I opted for a method feeder approach with Sonubaits dark grounds bait and sweetcorn on the hook.  However after a few casts I changed my mind.  These feeders were massive and I just didnt like them (cheap doesnt always mean cheerful).  So I swapped over to a little coil feeder.  Much better.

Meanwhile I set up the pellet waggler with bread squeezed onto the hook.  Everyone in the lake loves a bit of bread (Ive even caught a 2lbs Perch with it...)

Things were a little slow to start.  I pinged in some small pellets and a little bit of groundbait.  The float bobbed a bit but it was all a bit half arsed.  Meanwhile a chap behind on Middle hauled out a nice 8lbs fish.


Peg 51

I kept feeding small bits every minute or so and finally the float plunged under.  I struck and met with some fierce resistance.

Probably the worst photo ever.  At least its a silhouette of a fish.

I do like these F1s.  They certainly keep you on your toes and give their all.  Right little scrappers!

Suddenly things kicked off after this first one.  This time it was the bite alarm bleeping away.  A powerful run.  Surely a bigger Carp?

No... But welcome all the same.

I cast out again and almost immediately the alarm was off again!  I was liking this.

They keep fighting even in the net

After unhooking and sorting myself out I cast in with both rods.  5 minutes later it was the float again!

The biggest of the day.  Again fought like a warrior!

I thought that I would be catching all day and was feeling like a pro.  Then it stopped.

After the marvelous run of fish my optimism dimmed as an hour went by with only a few taps.  I did struggle in the afternoon and only manged two more fish.

Greedy Roach who flipped himself into my groundbait bowl...

The last F1 of the day

So overall it was a day of mixed fortunes.  If I had kept up the initial run i would have been well in.  But it wasn't to be.  Next time I'm hoping to find lodgings at Cary Lake.  Hopefully there will be room...

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