With Summer being the time of year I hate to carp fish due to the carp spawning and at low weights I headed down to Cornwall for a weeks holiday to chillout and enjoy some time without working.
I didn't intend to do a lot of fishing but I took my 6ft stalking rods with me just in case i had a free hour or so.
Halfway through my holiday we ended up in Bude for the night and as the hotel we was staying in was right next to a canal I thought this would be a great time to get the rods out for a spot of fishing.
I had a walk about looking for signs out fish and asking other young lads that where fishing the canal what sort of fish they was catching and what was in there.
All they was catching was bream and said they didnt know if any carp was in here so i took my chance and set out to catch some carp as im not really into catching bream.
Quite a few boats were going up and down the canal so my first spot i would try was at the end of the canal near the beach where there was no boats.
No joy after half hour and didnt see any fish so packed up and headed back up into the town to give another spot ago.
With the weather a bit wet and cold i quickly set up and got the rods out in a area i thought would be good as i see a few few show up river and knew they would work their way down
within 20mins my rod ripped off and the fish bombed down river
with a nice hard fight on the 6tf rod in the rain it felt good when a nice common was in the net
First ever carp ive caught from a canal and it wont be the last.
with the rain coming in hard now it was time to hit the bar and chillout
Bude is a real nice place and i will be back again one day to see if i can catch a few more
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"