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Monday, 4 August 2025

Time to move on - already ?

 I'm now back home after my fifth session down at the Mandarin Pool and, I have to say, things are going very well indeed. The longest I've been on the bank is six hours, my shortest session just two, yet I have managed to land Carp on every visit. All this says to me is that my tactics and techniques are well suited to this particular venue and, as such, I'm not pushing myself to find answers to problems which is why I embarked upon the project in the first place. Added to this, on Saturday, I was able to have a very productive conversation, with one of the club bailiffs, who informed me that, by targeting a twenty, I was probably chasing shadows, although there might still be one in the venue. Mid to high teens being a realistic expectation at this current phase in the fishery cycle. This is very much the pattern my results are mirroring, thus feel it might be time to call it a day and seek another challenge elsewhere?

The best so far - 16 lbs 15 oz of Mandarin Pool warrior.

I'm not going to walk away, just yet, because there is one aspect of my thought process which I've yet to explore. Not particularly revolutionary - "can I make my bait become the feature?" With the exception of Camo's "Sweet Squid 15mm wafter hookbaits" all of my bait is prepared by me, at home. Just as when Eddie Turner had told me to ensure that my dead baits "had an edge" the mind-set continues with all my angling challenges. If I do the same as everyone else, why expect my results to be any better than everyone else? Outside the box is where I'm happiest, I couldn't care less what other anglers are achieving so long as I think my own approach is worthy of effort.  When Bruno and I were out on the flatlands, during the week, I stumbled upon a small group of Carp in a drain I've not seen them previously. They could well be key to where my angling effort is now headed. None of them were big, mid-doubles at best, yet from a venue which will mean starting back at the beginning of a new learning curve.

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