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Two Nights and a Day
leaving for work a happy man.
Fishing the lake at the right time in
a swim that no else fancied had paid
off. Now I would just need more of the
same to get me heading towards
some of the lake’s larger residents
a n d i t ’s A - Te a m . A t o n e t i m e
Redesmere was home to some of the
largest carp in the country believe it
or not, but the slow growing, old fish
never quite reached the 40lb barrier
and sadly, some good fish were lost a
couple of years ago. The one that I
particularly wanted to catch was of
course Single Scale, which was and
still is Redesmere’s largest resident.
This fish is apparently over 50 years
old and it is, without doubt, one of the
most sought after carp in the northwest and a proper old warrior that will
tip the scales at least 35, getting
towards 39 at the right time of year.
It was a couple of weeks later when
I was able to return to the mere for my
next 24-hour session. There was a
massive drop in air pressure and a
strong westerly wind was blowing in
the direction of the Floating Island
that had not been fished at all since
the new season started. I wasted no
time in getting round there with my
barrow – the wooden boards that
were supposed to form a walkway
through the reeds could hardly be
seen as it was all so overgrown. I had
a couple of moments where I nearly
pushed my gear into the water, but
got to the swims at the front eventually where I rested while watching
the water for a few minutes. I
watched as half a dozen fish showed
just to the right of the island in the
mouth of the bay.
They head and shouldered one
after another and then I noticed one
that looked considerably larger.
Although I couldn’t actually recognize the fish, it was definitely one of
the bigger Redes fish, and within a
split second my barrow was being
unloaded in the right hand swim on
the island.
Out went two of the trusty snowman rigs into the mouth of the bay
where the fish had been showing. I
decided to get my soaked Fruit
Smoothy 12 and 16s in with a throwing stick this time. I baited an area
about the size of a tennis court with
half a kilo, putting baits in one at a
time to cause as little disturbance as
possible. There wasn’t another angler
in sight and I was on a number of fish
in perfect conditions with bait that I
was 100% confident using. It began to
rain so I sat back under my brolly with
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a brew and watched as the fish continued showing. Surely they have to
be eating?
An hour passed by, the rain got
heavier and I had a single bleep on
the left hand rod. As I looked up the
tip was bent round so I lifted the rod
and pulled into another Redesmere
carp. This one fought well but never
felt big to be honest, and after a few
minutes I had the pretty mirror in the
net ready for pictures. It was just over
21lbs and my size 8 Incizor was
embedded in the bottom of its mouth
two inches back. I was well happy
with that and I really felt like more
fish were on the way, so I got the rod
back out and topped up the swim
with another thirty baits.
After maybe half an hour of repositioning my brolly to protect my gear
from the rain, which was now pretty
much horizontal, I had a single bleep
on the left hand rod again. As I
watched the bobbin, it had lifted then
it dropped back to the floor. I picked
up the rod thinking my run of luck
had been ended by a bream, and I
wound until I felt a fish, but it was no
bream! It had dumped the lead and I
think it realised it was still hooked
when I put tension on the line, as it
surged away off the spot like a train
and I was forced to give line to prevent a hook pull. The angry carp kited
to my left meaning I now had to lean
out to keep my line from getting
caught up in the bushes to the left of
my wooden platform. I had no choice
(Above) Frank Warwick Baits Fruit
Smoothy/Fruit Juice combo that the
Redesmere carp found hard to resist.
This simple rig hooked them right
back in the mouth every time!
(Below) This pretty 21lb mirror meant
that I was definitely on a roll, but
where are the bigger fish?
but to apply more pressure thinking
this could end in disaster, but fortunately the fish came round just missing the scaffold pole that supports the
peg. I had a glimpse of the fish at this
point and there was no mistaking that
it was one of the bigger Redesmere
carp.
This fish really didn’t want to give
up, and when your heart is in your
mouth, the fight seems to last an age!
When it finally did go into my net I
put the rod back on the rests and
looked down at my prize. It looked a
good thirty and as my snowman

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