Following on from my last piece, there was something that I chose not to write about until now, this was the fact that a couple of the fish that I had located was the 39lb mirror and my target carp for the spring – it pays to keep your cards close to your chest sometimes.
By now I’d racked up a couple of blank overnighters in the area, but on each morning I’d found her in her usual spot so I new I was close, she would of have to of been feeding close by and I just hoped that I had chosen the right spot in the swim.
I had noted down all her previous years captures and one thing that I had learnt was that she liked an early May capture, and with this in mind I planned to do as many overnighters as I could possibly fit in for the first week or two of the month.
It was April the 30th and the conditions the following day were set to be warm with plenty of sunshine, so I knew that I would find her again in the same area. The spot I’d been fishing and baiting was getting cleaner and harder so something was having a good feed on it, I just hoped that it wasn’t the ducks after I had left the lake.
I soon had the spot baited with a couple of kilo of hempseed and some crumbed Code Red which had already worked for me before and then left the swim to settle while I tied up a couple of fresh rigs. These consisted of my usual bottom bait rig and a nice visual wafter, which I’d been doing very well on since last year.
Apart from the one night bite all the others had come early in the morning, so it was just a case of getting the rods set before dark ready for the following day, which I got two very clean drops transmitted to me from the lead touching down on the spot.
It was a quiet night, which I expected and when the alarm from the phone sounded I swung my feet off the bedchair and fired up the stove for the first brew of the day. As the sun rose higher in the sky the wildlife came closer for their breakfast and the morning antics soon followed.
This consisted of me first of all with the pen and then by waving the spomb in the air to scare them away from the spot. Now this seemed to work with the tuffties, but the coots took no notice whatsoever and every time they dived down, I would pray, ‘not the hookbait’, ‘please don’t pick up the hookbait’.
A little while later I noticed that there was a small slick coming from the spot. At first I thought that I had missed a bird dive onto it, disturbing the bottom, but no wildlife was around. I continued to watch it and the spot kept slicking – something was having a good feed!
Around 30 minutes later the left hand bobbin pulled up tight and line began to churn of the spool, I was away. On picking the rod up I could instantly tell that there was a ‘weight’ on the other end as she surged from the area in a bid for her freedom. All during the fight she stayed low and deep plodding along using her weight to keep herself from my waiting net. As she edged closer towards me, I got my first glimpse at her, her dark chestnut colours, and that big head, I knew it was her and the nerves kicked in.
As much as I enjoy the fight of a big carp, the relief of seeing it slide over the net cord far out ways it and after a tense fight, she did just that. Yessssssss!’
On inspection of the net, it could only be her, it was the only carp in the lake of that size, but I needed to see that small heart-shaped tail where she got her namesake from.
She had again graced the bank in early May, in fact it was the 1st, only this time her capture meant more; it was me that had been the fortunate angler. The Head Bailiff was in a swim next door as well as my brother fishing the lake behind, so help on weighing and photographing would not be a problem and the calls were made.
The scales swung around to 44lbs exactly and confirmed, I was told that it was her biggest weight that she had been out at, did I care, not in the slightest, she was my target for the spring and she was mine.
The photographs were taken and my brother Tony did me proud again, she was then returned leaving behind a very happy angler on the bank. Once the guys had left me, all that was left for me to do was make one final cup of tea and pack up – that morning I floated home!
Keep chasing your dreams,