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"

Friday 25 April 2014

8 Ball - one off the list

After getting to the lake late it wasn't untill 2am till the rods went out but by 4:30 am the right hand rod ripped off with one of the A Team - 8 Ball not at its top weight normally around 38lb but was pleased never the less

34lb 6oz


Sunday 20 April 2014

One bite at a time

with the less time I'm getting on the bank each bite is welcome and this mid 20 kept my hopes alive







You also get the unwanted guests to the party this high double pike