By mid afternoon i had everything set up and three rods fishing in what seemed like a rather featureless expanse of water. I,d markered around as far as i could cast both left, right and central and the bottom seemed to gradually sloped out to 26ft with patches of gravel dotted in between the light weed at varying distances. No areas jumped out 'fish me' so i opted for a near, medium and far approach. Near being a small stick and bottom bait cast 30-50 yards to my left on a gravelly seam i found in 12ft of water. Medium rod was a ronnie rig fished pop-up over a good bed of boilies, whole 10mm and 15mm as well as some chopped, and hemp with a little groundbait mixed in as an additional attractor. And the far rod was a choddie fished pink pop-up launched as far as i could cast, and i moved this rod every few hours in an attempt to locate any fish. All the baits were the ever stinky Virus, boy do these baits stink and the liquids are even worse, in a hope the strong odour would draw any passing fish in.
Soon enough the sun started to set with no indication of any carp being in the local vicinity but the water was alive with silver fish and pike thrashing at them. Although i hadn,t caught anything, i did have a few aborted takes but i reckon they were just bream as this water holds a massive head of them, i had still enjoyed my first day there and had learnt a lot about this part of the water. Expectations were high for the night as i settled down to cook a nice fillet steak and mushrooms dinner.
Whilst having my morning latte just after first light i had an erratic take on my medium rod, not a bream type rattle, and before you knew i had rod in hand, ooeerrr missus, and lent into whatever was nibbling at my bait. Unfortunately it wasnt the hoped for carp but a beautiful silver roach glistening in the morning sun as i watched it twisting around in the shallows at my feet. A lovely fish but not what i really wanted and after recasting the same rod was away again but this time a good size 7lb bream was the culprit. In fact the rest of the morning i just got plagued by bream on the medium rod, which on talking to some other anglers the following day, as i walked the banks again, was commonplace if you baited up with particles. Oh well, lesson learned, maybe not a good idea to use particles which is a shame as thats my favourite method really.
The bream i caught were quite scabby looking things really, with big chunks out of their fins and covered in marks, lumps and scars. Some of them were failed pike attacks i,m sure but i,m not sure about the rest. I would of enjoyed them more if i was using lighter tackle as they were putting up quite a scrap really, and i reckon if i had used a small method feeder approach i would of bagged up on the snotty things, and hopefully some nice tench too as this water holds some crackers as i,ve seen some pictures and actually watched them swim around a a nearby shallow bay a few years ago. In fact this water holds fish of most species to an above average size its just such a big body of water that tracking them down is a bit of a nightmare. I,ve watched match anglers on numerous occasions over the years catch some big old roach upto the magic 3lb mark as well as bream to the upper single figures, with regular reports of mid doubles being caught too. The tench go to low doubles so i,ve been told and i,ve seen them to upper singles swimming the margins. As well as these fish you have good size pike, fair size perch, rumours of biggg eels and abviously the carp that i,m hoping to catch at some point.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful and the evening and night time didn,t bring any fish at all. The temperature had dropped quite a lot during the later part of the afternoon and the night was a lot colder than the previous. I had considered a move to somewhere else but to be quite honest i was comfortable where i was and had a visit from a regular carper during early evening and he had said i was in as good a place as any. The evening saw me watching the water until well into darkness drinking lots of lattes and eating more jam and cream biscuits than i should off, but i didn,t see anything remotely carpy.
Morning came around and other than a couple of bleeps on the Delks i,d had a good nights kip. I watched the water, drank some lattes, ate a fry up, walked the bank either side of my swim and by midday i was in two minds as whether to stay or go home for a roast dinner with missus. The later got the better of me so i packed up the kit and pushed the barrow back along the track to the truck. A quick stop of at the waters toilet for a much needed dump and a wash then the local petrol station for a cold drink and then a walk along the bank at the far end before the long drive home. No carp but thoroughly enjoyed myself and learnt a bit more about this water.
Until next time chaps and chapesses.......