This week during the dark evenings, I had been planning out the next few months of fishing next to the fire. Well, radiator; I don’t have a fire. What, where, when and which tactics. I like to keep focussed and have things to aim for but there was another reason. It also allows me to start to slowly get any tackle items I need together. Re-spool reels and such like, order the all important bait, ready to go when the conditions dictate. Anyway, I wanted to try out a new liquid additive I am going to be using over the coming months. I will be using it on some natural venues when the tench wake up and also, if conditions allow, for some large water bream fishing. Given the vastness of one of these waters I need total faith in both my end tackle and bait. So what better way to get that than a short session after bream on a small but, at this time of year, tricky little pit. Bream again and using very similar tactics to the ones I will be using come spring. It sounded like a good plan to me.
With more wild and windy conditions forecast and the water in question surrounded by old trees, I almost headed elsewhere. Torn between what was sensible and what my heart told me. Of course, being sensible lost out and fifty minutes later I arrived at the venue. I lapped the water on arrival and it looked pretty much as had imagined to. Lifeless, apart the gusty wind whipping down it at regular intervals. I chose a swim offering me a fair amount of open water to go at. This was also the deeper part of the pit too and seemed perfect for my intended species. I fished as far from any bank as possible, both my own and the far bank and after a quick lead around, fed a few handfuls of caster via a little homemade spod. The water was very clear and so would provide a very good test, both for the new bait additive and also the rig. To my left was a lovely looking spot for carp; overhanging trees, dead rushes and the like. There are a few, and I do mean a few, lovely looking carp in here as well as one or two now sizeable grass carp. Although I planned on fishing two rods over the area baited with caster, I decided to split my two rods, one for the bream as and the other for a carp. Having never caught a carp from this venue I wasn’t holding out much hope though.
I set up a simple in line bolt rig for the bream with double fake casters mounted directly to the hook; it’s weight sank them very slowly. A small PVA bag of caster was attached to the hook and the whole lot glugged in the liquid attractor. In the meantime I went about setting up the carp rod. Fifteen minutes later the carp rod cast into place and twenty 10mm boilies were fed over a smallish area. I didn’t want to fill the place in as I wasn’t even sure I was in the right area for carp and I was happy that there was enough attraction from the boilies to get the attention of any passing or nearby carp. Back to the bream rod. I cast the now heavily glugged offering to the nearside of the baited area and set the rod. Plenty of time now to watch the water and indeed the abundant wildlife. All manner of small, colourful birds darted in and out of the shrubs and bushes. I could hear a woodpecker rhythmically pecking at a tree somewhere in the distance. Far above the canopy of the trees some kind of hawk circled, no make that two, gliding effortlessly even in such erratic and strong winds. What a beautiful place to be and for a while I was lost in it. A procession of slow beeps focussed my attention back on the rod as, what was undoubtedly a bream, picked up the bait. I lifted the rod into the fish and sure enough the typical plod-plod at the other end confirmed a bream was on. I had been fishing less than an hour. I couldn’t have asked for a better start.
A lovely fish lay on the mat a few minutes later. Weighing just over five pound it was a real confidence booster. I took a quick picture and returned the fish a few pegs away so as not to disturb any other fish possibly feeding where it had been a few moments before. The rig was cleaned of slime, an occupational hazard of bream fishing, and a fresh PVA bag of casters attached. The whole lot was glugged for five minutes. I took the opportunity to consume a tasty cheese sandwich. With the rig cast back out I settled back into my chair a very content angler. Another hour went by before a similar bite resulted in another bream, a little smaller than the first, once again fooled by the fake caster rig. It was hooked well too, just in the bottom lip as the first fish had also been.
This was the last fish of the session however, but I was more than happy with how well the rig and bait had worked. The carp rod stayed on the spot until I left well after dark but I had no indications on it whatsoever. I expected this to be the case. I watched the water a lot during the session and hoped that I would see some tell tale signs of carp but it wasn’t to be. Even a walk around with the polaroids when the sun fleetingly came out didn’t give me a clue as to their whereabouts. Still another enjoyable session in beautiful surroundings and two fish to boot.
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