Twelve days in and I finally get my first fish of the 2019 campaign! I had a short session, yesterday evening, and managed to winkle out a chunky little common tipping the scales at 12 lbs 14 oz. It's been a long time since such a modest fish has caused such emotion; I was absolutely buzzing when I secured the fish in my landing net.
I still haven't seen any sign of that monster, but will keep looking. This project is much more of a mental challenge, as opposed to the physical effort required to get to and from these remote venues. I am finding it to be a severe test of my resolve, as I so enjoyed the regular action of the surface fishing over at Homersham. One fish in eight visits can't be described as anything other than "gruelling" in comparison to the previous venture.
I am constantly thinking about my tactics, bait presentation, rigs and umpteen other aspects of the conundrums posed by these carp. The freezer, in my study, is filled with various particles and boilies which allow me the freedom to grab any opportunity without having to worry about bait. A slow cooker is one of the most valuable, non-angling, items in my possession, as it allows me to prepare my party mixes with the minimum of fuss. Doesn't matter if it's chick peas, hemp or pigeon tonic, the slow cooker does the job without me needing to be in constant attendance - perfect. As it was purchased specifically for this task, it doesn't matter if I add colour and flavours into the mix as I won't be doing a casserole in it later! The results mean that the freezer trays are kept regularly stocked, awaiting my next sojourn out onto the flatlands.