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"

Wednesday, 3 June 2015

What a way to end your ticket

Mark Clipston -

Well my time is finally up on this wonderful syndicate,fished last night for the last time & was expecting a pretty quiet night,as lakes been a little moody of late,what i wasnt expecting was another PB to be smashed again ,43lb 10oz of proper Folly carp
loved every minute,gunna miss the place and the guys so much,not fished many syndicates ,but this one will never be bettered,but its time for a new challenge,Good luck to all the members,new and old,Tight lines and keep in touch

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