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Made in England
A new PB Common for Ian at 48lb 3oz.
Moon’. The northeasterly wind continued bringing in low pressures,
driving rain and strong blustery
winds. With the fact that this was the
closest full moon perigee in 100 years,
its gravitational pull strengthened as
earth was about to tilt on its axis,
there was only ever one place the
carp would be. As I glanced across
the North Lake a carp pushed itself
out of the water in the slack part of
the bay. An overwhelming excitement came over me and I already
knew where I needed to be, so it was
back to the van to load the boat up
before anyone else turned up.
White horses were rolling onto the
bank, with the continuous sound of
water sloshing up against the boat. I
hurriedly emptied the boat and set up
camp, then I sat and watched the
water for a while and for good reason
too; the carp were rolling all over the
place! I was in no rush to cock it up so
I slowly formed a strategic plan – cast
one rod out, then wait an hour before
casting the next, and over the space
of four hours all the baits were spoton.
Each morning the carp graced me
with their presence, showing an hour
before it got light and a little into
dawn, but the rods remained the
same – motionless. Every couple of
days I’d just top up the swim with a
little bait, just to keep them interested. The ‘Super Moon’ was coming
so I just had to be patient, sitting on
my hands, deleting any negative
thoughts that may randomly run
through my mind. Mr Penning turned
up and went into the Stile, along to
my left. I think he could tell I was getting anxious as I bombarded him with
my dilemmas, talking out loud about
how I was gonna catch a beast.
“But do I need to recast?”
“Not if you were happy with it,” he
replied. I sat and pondered for a while.
It was now or never; the baits had
been out for three days and the moon
was just getting well into its phase.
The carp were still there, all undisturbed doing their thing, so I kept
reliving the casting analysis and the
theory behind the rig with its presentation.
After sitting on the rods all day till
just after the low point of the moon, I
felt it necessary to check all the
aligned snags and bushes that surrounded the bay, just to see if I was
missing out on a sighting, or maybe I
would find a stalking opportunity.
Nothing seemed to be present as I
slowly made my way to Adam’s
swim, then suddenly my receiver signalled a single bleep on the left hand
rod. “Shit!”
I sprinted back to find that the bobbin was dangling below the alarm. As
I picked up the rod, to my surprise the
line was now pointing in the opposite
direction. I frantically wound down
until I managed to connect with
something that resembled a carp then
threw myself into the boat whilst
holding the rod and donning the life
jacket. It was all mayhem until finally
we were adrift from the bank and now
in battle. Luckily enough the carp
hadn’t managed to get too far down
in the bay near the snags, so after
continuous pumping, the carp soon
came into view and was lying on its
side, wallowing yards from the boat
and gulping for air. Praying she’d stay
on, I slipped her into the mesh; a
lovely looking high back common.
Adam was delighted as he took the
fish from me and started the weighing procedures. I quickly suggested
that before we did the photos that
he’d go and retrieve his waders from
his swim to do the return shots, and
so I also had enough time to get the
rod back out in the zone. The recast
was a confident one and it landed
sweet on the spot securing the hard-


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