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Elstow 2009 Season
waders on once again to clear the
weed from the lines. After turning the
alarms off to start clearing the weed
from the lines, I got on with it, and to
be honest it took quite a while to do
so. After half an hour I was happy, as I
had cleared a lot of the weed from
around the front of the swim as well.
A few minutes later I was sat in the
bivvy having a coffee and a ciggie
when I started to hear a whizzing
noise, then it stopped, then started
again. I was thinking to myself, what
the bloody hell is that sound? Popping my head out of the bivvy it soon
became obvious that it was the clutch
on the middle rod making the noise.
Some dickhead had forgotten to turn
his alarms back on after the weed
clearing operation. Have you ever
tried putting chest waders on whilst
trying to play a carp? All I can say is
that it’s far from the prettiest of
sights, and the swearing that was
going on must have turned the air
blue. The water in front of this swim is
very shallow, no more than a foot
deep, so in order to be able to land
them safely without damaging the
carp it made sense to wade out a fair
way into the deeper water.
The carp had managed to take a
fair bit of line, and was way to the left
of where it had been hooked. It had
also managed to pick up a fair amount
of weed, and it really was a struggle
trying to clear the line and play the
fish at the same time, but you have to
do what you’ve got to do, and before
too much longer I caught a glimpse of
a fair sized common going past me at
a fair old rate of knots. The way the
carp fight in this lake is so different to
the other lake in Bedfordshire. Obviously the depth of the water dictates
this, and although the carp are powerful they don’t have the water depth or
the features to hide behind. Things
slowly went my way, and on the second attempt I netted the biggest
common I have ever landed. It was
whilst sorting everything out for the
weighing and photos that there was
one of those massive summer downpours that lasted for perhaps ten minutes. Once the rain had stopped, I got
the net and fish and hoisted what was
obviously a bloody big carp onto the
waiting sling and mat. I had a look at
the hookhold and was pleased to see
the running choddy had worked its
magic and the carp was nailed dead
centre in the bottom lip.
After securing him in the weigh
sling and attaching the hook on the
scales to the handle, I watched as the
needle went past the 40lb mark.
Bloody hell… I was shaking so much,
and the needle was just bouncing
around the 41lb mark. I got the weigh
crook out to help steady everything,
and eventually settled on a weight of
40lb 6oz. I set about getting some
self-takes done, but everything was
soaked including the camera and the
pictures that I did get were okay, but
the lens had obviously got splashed,
so there are some spots on the pictures. The carp had been out of the
water long enough, so I got him back
in the lake. That was to be the last bit
of action I received that session, and I
don’t mind saying that I was more
than a little happy with the couple of
carp that I had managed to catch.
Join us next time for the next exciting session… n
40lb 6oz common – caught and landed in a serious summer downpour.


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