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Diary Of A Carp Addict
fter such a good
start at Horton, I
decided to head off
towards Bedfords h i r e. I h a d
received a ticket
for a low-stocked ten-acre lake, where
there lived a very nice mirror of over
46lb. I had already been over to the
lake for a walk around and really liked
the place; it was always very quiet,
with only a few tench anglers each
time I made a visit. I think it’s normally busy in the spring, but when all
the other waters open in June the
place is left alone. The lake its self is
kind of split into two different waters;
one end has an island, a few sets of
lily pads, and nice bay with lots of
carpy-looking areas. The other end is
completely open with very shallow
margins most of the way around,
apart from a few swims in amongst
some trees on one small part on the
entrance bank. The stock I am not
completely sure of, but from what I
have seen and been told it goes
something like this… the big’un at
40lb-plus, a cracking common of
around 38lb, another 30lb mirror
named the Orange, a few 20’s, not
sure how many, and a fair few renegade commons, that I think came
from the river during floods. I did see
some good fish from up a tree for sure
but I will come to that later.
My first few trips were like a breath
of fresh air – easy driving, all country
lanes, no M25, and a peaceful quiet
lake – what a way to spend the summer! It really was nice to be there fish
or no fish. Obviously on a lake like this
you just have to keep walking and try
to find them, and finding carp was not
really a problem – it was trying to find
the right ones. I often saw some of the
small commons in every corner, and
the first time I fished near them I
caught one, so I tried to stay a way
from them unless they were with the
bigger carp. I had a mid-double mirror
and a common of just short of 20, and
both fish were very welcome, but I
was starting to get static, and needed
to find the A-team.
On my daily walks I was seeing
more and more fish at the barren open
end. The margins were like open football pitches with no cover whatsoever, but a short way down one side
was a small copse of trees that was
fenced off to stop the cows getting in.
The fences either side went into the
water a fair way, so I climbed a difficult tree that looked right down on
this area, and once in position I had a
good scan about. The water just to
the right was all coloured up, and as I
looked I saw a dark shape in amongst
the stirred up water. Below the tree
was a clear strip that lead to the post
in the water, and just short of the post
was a load of branches and twigs, and
sitting right there next to them was
the Orange fish. I watched him for a
while, then as stealthily as possible
slid down from the tree to grab my
rod. This was the opportunity I’d
hoped for, so I used a halibut pellet
hookbait with a small funnel web ball
(golf ball sized) of 4mm pellets. From
the bank I could just see where the
fish was; it was very tricky, and I did
(Above) A near twenty.
(Below) One of four, mid double
not want to spook him, so I carefully
lowered the bait in and shinned back
up the tree. All the sodding about had
not fazed the carp, so I settled
uncomfortably back in my perch to
There was still feeding going on
around to my right as the water was
still well coloured up, and I think there
were a few renegades stirring it up.
The Orange was still there with my
hookbait not too far away. I was getting pins and needles and was starting to fidget a lot when the Orange
started to make a few moves himself.
I was concentrating all my efforts on
watching him, when all of a sudden
this big shadow approaching from the
left caught my eye. It was the big’un,
and she came right up to the Orange
fish and right to my hook bait. I was
holding my breath, and I thought this
is it; I’m going to catch her. I was
ready to jump out of the tree when
she went over my bait, wafting the
whole lot around in the water, and her
and the Orange drifted off out of the
area. That was so close I was in bits
with the adrenalin rush. They didn’t
spook; they just did what she’d done
and moved off. I realized then that
this was the only way to catch her at
this time of year. I got down from the
tree a bit despondent, and as there
were still a few fish feeding in the
coloured water, I put another little bag
of pellets on and flicked it out in
amongst ‘em. It wasn’t long before
the rod tore off, and a little renegade
common tore the swim to pieces –
not much of a consolation prize…
So a close shave with the big girl,
and I was starting to really get into
the place, really enjoying myself. I
only ever saw a few other carp
anglers; it was great. There a young


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