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No Names, No Numbers Off The Beaten Track
he start to my fishing
this year has been
pretty uneventful with
only the odd session
through the spring.
One of these was on
my syndicate at the time, Northey
Park in Cambs. This resulted in a
three-night blank, and whilst there I
decided that my time on there was up
and it was time to move on. As the
place was growing ever more popular
what with the incredible stock present, which meant it was getting
rather busy, I knew it may be a struggle to get on of weekend, which is
really what my angling’s limited to. A
long, hard think was needed so as to
decide where my angling would take
me next. Two places came to mind:
one was a 35-acre pit in Norfolk,
which I soon acquired a ticket for, but
knowing this place also gets busy I
needed a second choice as well.
My attention soon turned to the
numerous Fen drains close to my
home. I know a number of them hold
a good head of carp, as I had a little go
a few years back for them on a drain
called the ‘Middle Level’ and caught a
mid double mirror that was absolutely
stunning and also lost one that I never
saw. I also knew of others that had
caught some of these unknown carp.
This was ideal for me – close to home,
off the beaten track, unknown scaly
beasts and the main thing, quiet, with
possibly not another angler in sight.
No names and no numbers, where
weights are totally irrelevant and
even the small ones are cherished.
I knew I had already got one advantage by deciding to target these
drains, as I already knew most of
them like the back of my hand. This
was because I grew up on them,
learning my trade as such. My dad
spent many an hour teaching me how
to catch roach, bream and nearly
every other coarse species from these
drains. I absolutely loved the draw of
the Fen drains and just loved being
there, especially with my dad; he
really is an inspiration to me in my
angling and many other things in life,
and for that I can’t thank him enough
– in my eyes he’s the greatest angler I
As my angling progressed I took to
match angling at a very high level,
which took me all over to many different venues. But I always loved fishing
the drains close to home, especially
chasing the numerous huge bream
shoals they contain. It was whilst
fishing for these bream I think I had
my first encounter with a drain carp,
as amongst catching some big bream
I had a bite that absolutely tore my
light quiver tip rod off of the rest and
then went on to tow me all over the
place for nearly 15 minutes, only for
the hook to pull at my feet. I say
‘think’ as I had never had a bream nor
tench fight like that. My dad also suggested it was a carp.
A few years later and I gave up the
match angling and took to carp fishing, a further few years on, and here I
am today writing this. The run-up to
the magical 16th had dragged a bit for
me, but had given me chance to scout
out a few likely looking areas to concentrate on. Also it gave me a chance
to gain a few brownie points with the
missus by suggesting I take our new
black Labrador pup for a walk down
the river, with the Polaroids obviously… you never know when you
might spot a few carp!
A mid double mirror from the drains a few years back. Just look at it! Mint!


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