Choose life. Choose a lake. Choose a swim. Choose a bait. Choose a rig. Choose sleepless nights under the stars. Choose the nocturnal music of branches creaking in the wind, leaves whispering, and the eerie night-calls of owls and wildfowl. Choose bright moons shattered in the rippling surface of lakes, and purple skies at sunset perfectly mirrored. Choose silent mist-shrouded pools at dawn. Choose visions of white-flowering waterlilies turning green-gold in the half-light. Choose the flashing bronze flanks of carp, twisting below the surface, on the edge of visibility. Choose a heightened heart-rate. Choose an emotional rollercoaster. Choose the psychological assault-course of planning, watching, locating, preparing, casting and waiting. Choose the endless hours of strung-out anticipation. Choose the rush of striking, hooking, fighting, and landing (or losing) the fish. Choose to walk the tightrope between desperate failure and the adrenaline-inducing, life-enhancing triumphant high of success. Choose life. Choose obsession. Choose Carp Fishing.
"Greg Freestone, Carpspotting 2011"

Sunday, 26 February 2012

Winter Action ( Part 3 )

Late February i decided to get back down the lake and have a bit of a social weekend with my mate Craig.
I knew the fish wouldn't be down the side of the lake i had been fishing so i thought it would be best if we moved round to the weedy part of the lake, as i new the fish would be holding up there.
The good thing was i had booked the Friday off so we got to the lake around lunch time plenty of time to put my plan together.
I was just using boilies this time as i couldn't be bothered to boil all my mix up.
Out went around 4 kilo of mixed boilies from 10mm to 15mm before i even got my stuff out the car

I knew the carp have been loving the bait ive been giving them so i thought i would get a head start and let them have a free munch.
After a few hours i thought it would be best to get my rod out, on went the white irn bru pop up again and a few more boilies.
It wasn't long before my winter experience just got better. The rod was only out 20mins before it screamed off, i couldn't believe my luck as not many fish had been out this year and i seem to be in the right spot every time.
Few mins later this second pb of the year was on the bank
36lb 8oz common

My Day got better an hour later when my rod was in action again with a lovely old 24lb mirror
I was over the moon and i didn't care if i didn't catch another fish all trip but that wasn't to happen as in the early hours of the next day i bagged another mirror.
These fish here are the reason I'm writing this blog i want to share my journey with you.
For my hunt for my UK 40lb carp

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