Tuesday
was horrible. It started raining
sometime in the night and didn’t stop all day.
This wasn’t enough to put me off a short trip to the club lake
though. As usual I found Carp, plenty of
them cruising around a weedy bay and more crashing out in open water. I chose to fish the latter and had a
frustrating evening watching Carp swim around but refusing to touch my
baits. Apparently Bream had been spawning
in the bay and I wonder if the Carp were preoccupied, feeding on the spawn? That’s my excuse anyway. By the time the sun disappeared I was damp
and I’d had enough.
Sunday
was lovely. After a nice lay in we
emerged to find a warm sunny morning with a clear blue sky. Jobs in town made me grumpy but watching that
knock out on the news cheered me up.
Carl Froch proved everything he said after the first fight was true; he
did box very badly on that occasion, he did under-estimate Groves but he did
win the fight and the ref did save Groves from being knocked out. Saturday night Froch conclusively proved that he
was the better fighter.
Mid
afternoon saw me and Shelley arrive at the puddle. She hasn’t caught a decent fish for a while
so this should be ideal for her to get a bend in the rod and a bit of
practice. There were only a couple of
anglers but two thirds of the lake was covered by duck weed so we had to share
the same area, this we were able to do without encroaching. We both fished a boilie rod, snowman set ups
on helicopter rigs with a small PVA bag of boilies attached flicked out to
either side then I began feeding floaters.
Within minutes Carp were slurping down the pellets and my boilie rod was
ripping off. A fish was attached for a
few seconds then off again. No worries
the rod was soon back out, there were loads of fish about so it was only a
matter of time.
I used
to love floater fishing more than any other method of catching Carp but here it
seems too easy. In no time at all I’d
managed to lose one and land two, a Common and a Mirror but neither were worth
the scales. With nothing happening on
the boilie rods I wound one in for a recast at which point the other screamed
into life. Shelley picked it up and bent
into a fish, she was a little out of practice at first but the clutch done the
trick and a better Common was soon in the net.
Mission accomplished and with all three rods out of the water it was an
easy decision to load the car and head off somewhere else. The puddle is what it is, great to see a bend
in the rod but not a place where you can just chill out and forget the world.
Early
evening saw us arrive at the Marsh, settling into my favourite corner, a spot that is comfortable, familiar and makes me feel confident. We shared three rods; a helicopter snowman
rig cast to the reeds, a chod and pop up whacked to the treeline and pop up
corn fished in open water. The areas
were baited liberally with pellets and chopped boilies, then we sat and chilled
out in the sun.
There
was one other angler at the far end of the lake but he was out of sight so it
was if we had the place to ourselves. We
spent a lovely evening relaxing, reading, listening to bird song and watching
Grebes feed their young. I’m particularly pleased to see two juveniles have
survived the attentions of Otters this spring.
A few fish bubbled, there was the odd decent splash and as the sun began
to sink the surface came alive with Rudd.
By the time we started tidying up the bats were out and no fish had
interrupted our relaxation. This didn’t
matter one bit, the time spent blanking in this wild piece of Suffolk was much
more enjoyable than the hour catching at the puddle.
