RAIN RAIN RAIN AND A FEW SNOTTYS

Ive just got home from the lake, I've finally been fishing rather than tell you all about it i shall publish what i wrote in my journal for a change.

Fishing is a wonderful past time. It has so many variables, its never boring,never predictable and never the same from one day to the next. No my favorite lake is more like a hormonal teenager than a four acre carp pool. The mood at the waterside can change so dramatically from day to day, you never quite know whats round the corner. From an angling point of view i love this, it keeps me fresh and constantly having to work to catch my quarry. I haven't yet unlocked the secrets of this lake but its a work in progress. For the time being the best i can hope to achieve is to try and stay in tune with whats going on around me.

So here i am, four acres of Paradise to my self again. this is the first time Ive been fishing for months! I'm almost ashamed that we are now well into autumn and i have barley wet a line. Both rods have just been recast due to bream activity, i want to know for sure that both baits are in a position to tempt a carp through the night, not attached to a snotty.

Its now about 11.30pm i think, the only sound i can hear is the low dim noise of the motorway some miles away. Everything is calm but for the occasional carp crashing as it leaves its watery home for a split second. at this time of night it sounds more like a ford Escort being wrapped around a lamppost than a carp doing acrobatics. yet another cup of coffee, probably not the best thing to drink before bed but i wont be going to sleep any time soon anyway.

The tension is just to much, anticipation has taken over me once more, i cant take my eyes off the water, my rods. at any moment my bobbin could twitch signaling first contact! It seems like forever since i last held a carp. There is no feeling on this earth like that which you get on contact with a carp, its enough to wake a man from his slumber in an instant. As the rod takes on that healthy arc on the strike and you feel every once of resistance, too me that one moment sums up why i go fishing. Surely I'm in for a fish tonight its not cold (i have my door open) the fish are active, the full moon has just subsided behind some cloud cover, its bite time.

How I've missed this solitude, this space. Most people couldn't understand (including my better half) but i guess if you've made it this far you know what I'm talking about. There is a pair of green eyes sat watching me on the far bank as a cat prowls i see his eyes reflect my dim head torch. Yet another big fish has just crashed out somewhere in the darkness. All i want is a fish, all i can smell at the moment is rancid bream slime from the earlier encounter oh how id love to replace it with that fruity yet slightly nutty aroma of the carp. Smell is a wonderful thing, everybody smells something different in a carp but to me, especially in this lake i find that on the most part the carp smell very rich. Almost a cross between roasted nuts and fresh tree bark.
In the past five minutes I've heard another three carp in the darkness, I'm confident of the night ahead.

the wind has suddenly picked up, i can hear it in the trees now. Wow a big fish has just completely left the water in front of me, it must of been a twenty. I can hear it over the distant traffic, i can see the tree tops on the other bank dancing and swaying against the night sky, i think its going to rain soon.

its now 7am the kettle is on once more. Its been raining since about 3am and the light is creeping back into the wet morning very slowly. The mood has changed from the edgy suspense of last night to the sulky withdrawn state I'm now faced with. Two new rigs dispatched to their spots maybe that will bring a bite. Its now 9.30am I've had mt breakfast and have that feeling of deflation that always follows a fish less night. Confidence is low, i always prefer to fish at night, i catch more but i also love the still night air.

My bobbins hang motionless an inch above the floor, my alarms are covered in mud from the rain splashing up. Its dinner time now and still no fish, its still raining though. My left hand bobbin just smashed into the rod the delkim let out a flurry of bleeps at the receiver end. Turns out its a bream, on goes the kettle once again.
An hour has passed and still the rain hasn't eased off, the peg is now under several inches of water. Another bream on the bank sees that I'm drenched i think i have one on the other rod as well. I had a stick attached to that rod, maybe i can call it a TREE TROUT. Its the nearest I've had to a carp this session.

well that was a bit different, hope you didn't get to bored along the way.

tight lines
nige