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Two Lakes,Two Thirties
ven though this winter has been the
mildest for a very long
time, it was still very
nice to feel the
warmth of the early
spring sun that brought about the first
few day of true T-shirt weather. The
carp seemed to feel the same way
because they had their backs out of
the water way before the sun came
out and the air temperature lifted;
they seemed to know what the day
had in store. I was set up in the bottom of the first bay on my first return
to the Big Lake in the Nene Valley. I’d
arrived at the lake at dawn around the
same time as another syndicate
member, Dickie. We both had the
same idea of watching for showing
fish in the middle section of the lake
that is known as the Triangle. After an
hour or so we had seen nothing that
looked like a carp, but I dropped my
bucket in one of my favourite swims
and carried on walking round. We saw
nothing at the top end of the 20-acre
water, so I doubled back to fetch my
gear whilst Dickie went to claim the
swim on the far bank. On my way
back to the car I stopped for a few
minutes at the base of the first bay,
but I saw nothing show and I started
walking back to the car. I got a few
paces down the path before I noticed
a nose poke out of the water followed
by a carp’s tail flop over. It was a very
strange show, but it was enough to
make me watch a bit longer. And
when a small common launched itself
clear of the water, it was enough to
make up my mind as to where I
wanted to fish.
There were plenty more shows as I
set up my gear and they even stayed
in the area when I got my rods out. In
fact they stayed there until dusk
either crashing or sticking their backs
out of the water in the sun. I tried
everything to tempt one, even zigs at
various depths from just under the
surface to a few feet down. I also tried
chods with food bait and fluoros, but I
couldn’t buy a bite. They just weren’t
interested in feeding; I think they
were just enjoying the warmth of the
mid March sun! Despite the lack of
action, it was good to sit in the warming sun with fish out in front of me
and it made me look forward to the
months to come. The weather the following day was very similar, although
there was a slightly stronger breeze,
but I couldn’t find the fish anywhere. I
walked the water three or four times
and nothing showed. The Bay was
getting a bit of angling pressure so I
moved to a more central swim, but
the fish stayed to ground and I
blanked. However, it was good to be
back on the Big Lake again.
The following week I was back
down to the lake and it was the
hottest day of the year with temperatures reaching 21 degrees C. After a
walk round I found a few fish up the
top end in a bay they call the Pond.
They weren’t showing as such; I saw
one small carp cruise through a foot
under the surface a few yards out, and
the more I looked the more telltale
signs I saw – the fish were there and
just under the surface. I had never
fished the Pond before so I didn‘t
know where the clear spots in the
weed were, but there were a couple of
ducks diving on what must have been
someone’s bait, and I had seen a flat
spot appear in the same area last
summer as something must have disturbed some oily bait. Normally I like
to find my own spots, but I didn’t
want to lead about too much in a bay
in March, because that is a recipe for
disaster in my opinion. So I put a
small lead on and cast it towards the
feeding ducks, and within two casts I
had a spot sorted and a clip to a little
bit of gravel within the silty spot.
I fished snowman type rig on the
spot over a few small spodfuls of bait
and I fished the other two rods on
choddies as singles, cast to areas
where the fish had been moving. That
night I went to sleep feeling confident
that I was fishing the swim in the
right way, but I also knew that the fish
can be funny at this time of year,
because I don’t think they are really
feeding properly yet.
A few hours before dawn I received
a few beeps on my middle rod and
looked out to see my hanger was up
tight. I then received a few more
beeps; the hanger fell off, and line
started disappearing from the spool. I
(Top) No matter what I threw at them,
they wouldn’t have it.
(Right) Rods out on fish at dusk.


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