The weekend finally came that we had been planning all year. The chance to fish my mates- work colleagues’ “garden pond”. It turned out to be a 2 acre lake that only had 12 members and stuffed full of carp, tench and bream. They really had no idea how many fish were in there and when asked about the size, they shook their heads and said some nice fish??!
So after our tour of the lake, there seemed to be only 8 swims and were told that we could only fish the two nearest the house as some members were arriving later that day. I opted to fish the shallower end as I had seen several fish moving around on the surface.
Setting Cell pop-ups on each rod and flicking to some showing fish, I had a run a run within 20 seconds, a nice fully scaled 4lb mirror. Not a bad start to 36hrs of some idealist fishing. When the tent was finally up, I had already banked 6 carp to 10lb and each one was a golden bronzed colour - picture perfect fish.
As night fell – I was seriously thinking to drop down to one rod otherwise, if the action was to continue as it had done, I would not be getting any sleep. As it happened, there was not even a beep from either rod the whole night and caught up on some much needed sleep. Re-casting at first light seemed to revitalise the constant bites and this continued throughout the morning and into the afternoon. Fish after fish was being caught all between 10-14lb.
The other members did not turn up and I was permitted to fish further round in the lake and so I opted to move into the deeper water in the hope of attracting some bigger fish. Locating some likely looking spots with the marker, the baits were once again positioned and the wait once again was less than 5 minutes. For the next 2 hrs, all I could catch were bream and tench – was this the right move really? I was starting to have my doubts when the left hand rod screamed off and lent into something a lot bigger. The fish seemed to come in far too easily and just as the fish was in the net, one last lunge for freedom and ........ The hook pulled and its tail gave me a little wave flicking the side of the net. Felling very down hearten, that fish would have easily gone 20lb+, but at least the fish were getting bigger and the move was worth it.
Night was fast approaching and the fish were still coming think and fast but nothing of any substantial size. Still persisting with the Cell pop ups and putting out a kg of cell 14mm over each rod I hoped to feed off the smaller fish and get the big boys in on the action. Sadly, all this did was to increase the number of actual fish I was to have in the evening. Morning broke and 15 more fish had graced the net but nothing larger than 15lb.
Packing up in the afternoon and tallying up the list of fish and weights, my mate had caught 35 fish but I had caught over 50 fish with a personal total weight of 500lb. This must be the best total weight I had ever caught. I don’t think that I would be able to fish like that every time i went fishing but was a very special trip none the less.
As near a red letter day as I have come close to! All down to the Cell and its Mainline magic.
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