Monday, 9 May 2016

Woodlands Lakes : Curlew Lake. 06/05/2016

Hello again and welcome to another 2016 Fishing Blog. Its been almost 2 weeks since my last fishing trip I'm still haunted by fishing dreams and I'm still really feeling the fishing bug in a big way. My alarm goes off at the usual time of 05:00 but I've been awake on and off since about 03:00 thinking about the day ahead. Unlike my previous trip I'm well prepared for the day and this considering Liverpool F.C qualified for The Europa Cup Final last night I'm in fine fettle when I greet the morning.

Sunrise
It's an incredible morning. Yesterday was very warm but today is due to be a few degree's cooler at about 18°C at its peak with broken cloud and a gentle breeze. I cant wait to get fishing I'm buzzing. As I have my morning coffee in the garden I can already feel the temperature increasing as the sun rises in the sky. Today's trip is our second to Woodlands Lakes this year and if the weather holds it should be a cracking days fishing. 
Ready to rock
With time to spare I can enjoy another coffee and some time reading fishing magazines as I wait for my Fishing buddy Steve to arrive. Angling Times new format is excellent and I plan to try out some of the bomb tactics recommended by Phil Ringer. I love experimenting with new rigs and the rewards from testing new tactics are only half the fun.

Last minute homework
As I take my magazines and coffee into the living room I'm frozen in my tracks. Moving across the the sitting room ceiling is what can only be described as a Mega-Tarantula. As an arachnophobe I'm now in dangerously bad place. The titan is lurking over the living room door and I have no way to leave the house to go fishing now other than carry all my gear out the back and around the house. It's too early to wake up Sam to deal with it and I fear for Steve's safety if he comes in and triggers its attack instincts. Such horror at this hour is hard to handle !    

Mega-Tarantula
After some time the creature thankfully moves away from the door allowing me to escape. Steve arrives as always late at 06:29 (yes Steve it was I checked) I pack the car while he has a coffee and we are away southbound.

Arrived in good time
In no time at all we are at the complex and we are one of the first there. Its a busy place usually hence my eagerness to set off early but with it being a weekday we are still free to have our pick of the pegs and lakes. We haven't yet picked our lake but as we walk past the last trips destination Partridge lake its like a sheet of glass. Not a breath of wind at the moment, the only disturbance caused by the resident Heron feeding on silver fish.

Calm Start
We have a few options today. Either of three lakes could be our base. Skylark,Wagtail or Curlew. Skylark is the larger lake similar to Partridge in scale and stock but Wagtail and Curlew have the larger fish so I've read. After looking at all three we settle on The Curlew. We have fished it before and are confident it holds a good stamp of fish and also the pair of Black Swans from our previous visit are here so we see it as a good omen. 



The Curlew
We drop our gear and have a walk down the lake and as we move further down the bank the ground becomes increasingly boggy. This combined with the fact Steve is eager to fish a peg with a feature and his dad Keith is due to join us we decide to fish Pegs 1 and 3 holding Peg 2 until he arrives later this morning. Steve can then fish to an aerator in the middle or in the reeds to his left. He takes time to bait his dads swim also.

Peg 3
I'm very happy to fish Peg 3. Its open water and has a good looking margin to both left and right and the peg is free off thick mud. I quickly set up my rod  then throw some pellets into the margins. I soak and drain some micro pellets and while they dry off I head back to Steve's peg for a chat about how he plans to start the session and enjoy a coffee in the morning sun. Much to my amusement Steve has done a MacGyver on his Seatbox due to a missing foot and used a tin of Spam as a stand in.   

Spamtastic Solution
Steve is fishing within minutes of settling down. The lake still dead calm he's quickly watching the tip of his rod waiting for the first bite. Its only 08:00 and its already T-Shirt weather. We both agree we are in for a cracking day's fishing and Steve is already getting signs of fish in his swim.

Waiting for the tip to quiver
I pretty much skip back to my Peg after my coffee with Steve. I throw another few pellets into my margin to my left and and bait up a Method Feeder with the aim to fish out to the middle to start with.  Its so calm I'm almost reluctant to cast out and spoil the tranquility. Days like today are what make fishing great. 


Lake Placid
Having no features to target and not wanting to clip up my line I decide to use a tree on the far bank as my marker for casting. I mix up a batch of 2 mm and 4 mm pellets for the feeder and add a lone piece of fake corn to the hair rigged hook. I'm using 6 lb Ultima main line through to a small Elasticated Guru X-Safe Method feeder again. A pre-tied 4 inch Hook length to a size 12 hair rigged hook. Its a quick and easy set up and one I've been using all year. I do however plan on fishing other methods today if the carp are up in the water I'll use the Pellet Waggler and Bomb with a lead-clip in the margins later in the day.

Marker Tree
After three casts as always timed with a stop watch on a 7 minute basis I'm into my first fish. Sadly its only a Bream and its quickly in the net. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to catch any fish of any size (excluding eels) but I'm here for the carp and hopefully ones a lot larger than a half pound bream I release without a picture. I cast out again to the middle but again throw some loose feed into the margin to my left. As I do this I see Steve has unwelcome visitors already and the Black Swans are giving him some grief.


Swan Whisperer
Its been a slow morning and shortly after Steve's dad arrives about 9:30 and after another small skimmer I finally get a great take. My rod double taps into a slack line and I pick up into a fish that charges straight towards me. I regain my line as it does a figure of 8 in front of my peg and after a small surge to the middle and back again I manage to scoop a carp into my net. Its not a huge fish at about 5 lb and its got a distinctive split through its tail. I take a quick picture and release it as soon as possible. Its great to get a carp on the mat. Sadly Steve isn't having such a good morning and is yet to catch one after losing a decent fish earlier. 

Split Tail

Its another 30 mins after my first carp before I get another bite. I'm still fishing out to the middle and this fish spends longer out in the open before I can gain any line. Its very strong for a fish for its size again at about 5lb and even after a prolonged fight its very lively once I have it on my mat. I try my best to take a picture but the best I could manage is this one of it trying to slap me with its tail. I don't want to risk the fish getting damaged so release it quickly.

Not best pleased
Steve finally gets a fish and It goes all quiet for me for a while. Pressure of both of us we can relax. We had suspected Keith to turn up and get a few big fish in minutes as he usually does but its not happening for him so far. The temperature is rising and I can see a few fish moving about so I begin to setup my float rod when I get another take. Its the smallest fish of the day so far for me about 3 lb but again very lively so I grab a quick pic after unhooking and release it.

Baby Common
After another lull of around 30 mins I start working on my stick mix which I plan to use later mixing Tuna in Brine with a mix of 2,4,and 8 mm pellets,a few bits of sweetcorn and some brown crumb. I'm halfway through this mix when I get solid bite and my rod quickly bends towards the lake. The rod hits the side of the rest in one quick jerk and I'm into another turbo charged carp. This one feels a bit better and a few times take line from my reel causing it to sing out. It's a huge buzz when fish do this and gets my heart rate climbing. Once landed I see the fish is a muscle bound Mirror and for its length very fat.  Its a stunning little fish at about 4 lb. 

Muscle Mirror
Its not long after I've released this fish that Steve gets a good fish on. While he's battling this fish I also get another bite and we have our first double hook up of the day. His dad meanwhile wrestles with the swans and local cat in between us still fishless. I have my fish in the net fairly quickly and released. Both fish in quick succession reach about 10 lb combined.  

Second of a quick brace
Soon after I release my fish Steve brings his fish down to me in his bulging net and its a cracking Mirror. Its in the scales at about 14 lb so minus the net about 13lb

A reet lump
Once he has it out the net and picked up its a superb looking fish. Looking a bit fat around the anal fin and broad across the shoulders its a unique shape with a sloping back. Its mouth is huge and for woodlands in very good condition. 

Man with a Mirror
With Steve's fish released he returns to his Peg . Both he and his dad decide to go to the shop for some tackle while I remain at my Peg. I throw a few more handful's of pellets and corn into the margin as I've been doing all day. I recast to the middle but I'm eager to start in the fishing close in. As the pace of bites slow from the middle of the lake the urge to get a line over the baited margin is growing. In the picture below you can see a a severely cut back bush that's dead. I'm feeding just under the overhanging branches very tight to the bank. 

My Margin
The margin to the right of me seems less attractive and not knowing if someone would turn up and fish it themselves I have left it unfed for some time. I decide to try another larger hook bait than I have used through the day. I've used 11 mm pellet , single corn, and 8 mm pellet so far but decide to change it up with a combination of fake corn and pellet together in a sort of snowman rig.

Right Margin
I cast out my feeder again to the middle and its as I'm looking into my options for fishing the margin and having a few exploratory casts with an Pellet Waggler that my feeder rod slams against the rest and I frantically swing in the float and drop the rod behind me with one hand while striking with the other into a good fish . After a good 10 minutes scrap Steve and his dad return from the tackle shop just as I net what is for me the best looking fish of the day. With jet black shoulders and back, an orange flank and bright white belly its a stunning chunky carp. The picture doesn't do it justice at all. It's a cracking fish.

Black Beauty
Steve and his Dad have returned with a double whammy of bad news. His Grandad has taken a turn for the worse health wise and so Keith is leaving early to check up on him. On top this already bad news they have discovered that the owners have since our arrival put up a sign indicating a complete ban on bread and surface baits. 

This is massive shame and again another example of bad fisherman ruining things for the majority. Over the years we have had some great evenings fishing bread on the surface at this venue. Now due to a few idiots who throw in far too much bread loose and people not showing sufficient care for the fish, the owners have made a brave decision and banned it outright. I think largely based on 2 lads who were caught using barbed hooks with bread who failed to remove a hook from a fish in over 30 minutes of it being on the bank. Steve's dad is not best pleased and states he will be unlikely to return for evening sessions in future based on this change.  I'm not entirely put off but its an exciting method of fishing I love and I can no longer enjoy thanks to some idiots.  Gutted. What this will mean for the bird life is unsure. I know the Black Swans will be short a few meals.

No more bread for you guys
Once Keith leaves and after reminiscing about the long summers evenings here we have had fishing bread on the surface we get back to fishing. I cant resist the margin swim any longer and at about 15:00 I swing in a Method Feeder gently on the spot I've been feeding all day. Within seconds the rod tip is showing nudges and in less that 2 mins the line goes slack. I pick up but nothing just slack line and I think I've missed the bite until the fish powers to my right then out into the lake taking line. After a superb scrap I reach out and pull a very fat carp into my net with superb scales across its body. 

Apple Pie
This fish looks like an Apple Pie. Its almost as wide as it is long and I shout Steve to come and get a photograph. I love the variation of scaling you get with Mirror Carp. It's gonna be a beast one day this fish you can just tell.

Apple Pie and I
Apple Pie marks the start of an incredible afternoon fishing. The margin swim is alive and clouds of silt are showing everywhere letting me know I have fish in my swim. All thoughts of different rigs and styles of fishing are removed from my mind as I reap the benefits of feeding the margin all day. Its not long at all before another powerful take yanking my rod into a huge curve and after an arm battering scrap another good fish is in my net. 

Another Super Fighter
Steve is also getting into the action more often now and we are both on a good run. He bags another beauty and its definitely worth a picture. Stunning yellow flanks and just under a double. He's using his wonder bait the trusty Mussel across a few methods to devastating effect.

Cooking on Gas.
I'm on a roll now. The margin swim is providing some epic sport. No shy bites just massive takes some of which could take my rod in if I wasn't on point. I'm waiting maybe 5 minutes maximum between bites Im so spoiled for fish I start only taking pics of the bigger ones. Lovely Times !
  
Myriad of Margin Mirrors
I've just returned another Mirror when Steve shouts he's got a big fish. I look over and he's mid battle with a large carp on the pole. I offer the assist and he accepts and I walk over to him only for him to tell me his net (he needs a bigger one) may not handle the fish so I run back to my peg for mine. After a great battle Steve steers the lump towards the net and its soon on the bank. Its a very long fish and must be another double.

Long Common
What a fish. Very similar to the double I caught last week a long pale common carp. A fish any man can be proud of at almost 14 lb. Top angling indeed considering it was tamed on a pole. Proper chuffed for him Its time for some time at my peg relaxing.


Fish of the Day at 14 lb
Steve is at my peg still when my rod savagely bends into another fish while I'm distracted. Its been out less time than it took to sort my rig and have a drink. The fish is quickly netted by him and probably a bit soon as it batters me on the bank while we try and get a photo of another close to double carp. I have a stream of pictures trying to calm this fish. Maybe at the end of the year I'll publish them in a blooper reel blog.

Another superb fish
This is proving to be a superb afternoon. I'm loving how fast and furious the action is. A bit like Paul Walker Steve's had a few run ins with the foliage in his swim and for maybe the second time hits a snag. With a curse and what I thought is a third time in the shrubs Steve announces he's foul hooked a fish and a fair fish at that. After an age fighting it and some help netting we manage to get the fish on the bank and its hooked in the side so slightly its hard to believe he's managed to land it at all.  I go back to my swim and lower in another bait with an underarm swing this time attached to a stick mix PVA Bag and within minutes another fish is screaming away with my bait into the deep water taking line off at speed. Another great scrap and another great Mirror about 7 lb

Big Belly
Its less than 5 mins later as I'm rolling a smoke that I get my most aggressive bite of the day, I almost lose my rod and smokes and need to shout Steve to come gather stuff that's scattered everywhere before I can stand up and fight the fish. The rod is pulled so tight against the rest I struggle to lift it free as line is ripped from my reel. The fish fights well. I'm not sure if I'm getting tired or the fish are increasingly angry but this fish was hard work. Once Steve arrives and saves the scattered paraphernalia I manage to land it. Its a beautiful fish and with Steve at hand worthy of a Photograph. 

Carpe Diem
This is great fishing and I take a break after the last fish to try and get some form of order to my peg. After so many fish I have tackle and bait everywhere and need to get things in check. Once done I have a breather and relax before lowering the feeder back into the swim this time with a small PVA bag of pellets attached to the hook bait of fake corn and pellet.

Peace that wont last
At this point the fish are coming thick and fast. I cant capture them all as my phone is at 4% battery and I'm just taking a quick snap of the fish if they look above 5 lb and then releasing them quickly.

Another Mirror Carp
The next fish I photograph is a lot bigger and has some weight as well as length. The margin swim is proving incredible and I wonder if I should have fished it all day rather than out to the middle. Would it have been as effective if I had used it all day ? Would it have died off eventually ? If we visit here again next this year I may only fish the margins and see how it goes.

Another Lump
That's it then. The final fish of the day sadly. Steve lands another after announcing he's beginning to pack up and I can take some time to reflect on a days fishing I wont soon forget. We have both had a huge haul of fish, not all mentioned or with pictures taken and considering we had a slow start the lake has proven prolific. Even without surface fishing this is a great venue. A little easy maybe but hey I cant complain at all. I've had a blast. I take a quick picture as I pack up of my rig that's done the damage in the margin.

The Rig of Destiny

After I'm all packed up I take a picture of my Peg for the day. Its been a pleasure to fish and I cant recommend this place enough especially to those who want to just get out and catch some fish. Granted we can and will fish more challenging waters but sometimes just having fun is all that matters.

What a peg !

When the time to leave comes I'm sad to go. I have had a superb day and both Steve and I have caught loads. I get a quick selfie as a the breeze picks up for the first time really today putting a ripple on the water. Next trip will be to a new Lake neither of us have fished and one renowned for fast and powerful carp and stunning tench. Something a bit more wild. 
Happy man.
For now as always thanks for reading and tight lines.

Alex

Saturday, 23 April 2016

Woodlands Lakes. Birthday Blog. 22/04/2016

I'm woken at 05:00 by my alarm and my eyes and head explode in pain. I feel incredibly sick, my back is locked in agony and I feel close to death. This is not the best way to start any day let alone your 36th birthday especially on such a beautiful morning. 

First glimpse at dawn
Unfortunately this is largely all self inflicted so I have no-one else to blame as I scrape myself out of bed uttering a whispered curse so as to not wake Sam. I had spoiled myself with 2 days off for my birthday and started this session yesterday by spending the day with Sam and both our families allowing me to go fishing on my actual birthday and still see everyone. Blessed with a range of gifts  I'm spoiled not least with the fishing selection which includes a new Drennan Red Range Carp Feeder Rod a Shimano ST 4000 Fb reel and copious amounts of terminal tackle ranging from a new rod rest, artificial baits and PVA mesh to mention just a few of the items .

I get dressed while barely holding the contents of my stomach in place and quickly obtain some water and painkillers for my splitting head. I have a lot to do in an hour before Steve gets here and I now regret yesterdays consumption of alcohol and laziness enormously. I somehow manage to get ready with 15 minutes to spare and this combined with Steve arriving 20 minutes late I get time to lie on the couch and try and gather myself. Once here I serve him a coffee and I pack my stuff .With no time at all we are off on the road southbound to Woodlands Lakes Thirsk. Lets have it !

Rough Riders

With my stomach contents intact we arrive at the Lakes some 40 minutes later amazingly without any Rally Sport or wrong turns. Woodlands is a huge commercial complex set in 45 acres of North Yorkshire countryside with 13 fully stocked lakes all offering incredible sport from a huge number of species of fish .It.s £10 for a day ticket which is quite high but its worth the price easily. I cant wait to get fishing.

Pick a Peg
The fact Steve and I fished here a number of times last year combined with us being Tactical Recon Fishing Overlords we have of course done our homework and have a good idea how its being fishing. Steve has read the weeks match reports and interwebs and I had spoken with a few people at the tackle shop who had fished it this week in a match. Of the 12 available lakes today we have chosen The Partridge to be our venue.  

Home for the day.
A lake pretty much devoid of features and almost rectangular. Its far from the prettiest however its well stocked and has been fishing well. Steve and I had had some great success on Curlew lake last year which is very similar and I intend to fish similar tactics on this session. We aren't first here so we quickly suit up and roll out with a enough gear to claim a peg. I'm kicking myself already as I appear to have forgotten my extra coats and I'm concerned if the weather changes I'll suffer but Steve is convinced I'll be ok. 

We walk a few pegs past the first 3 anglers we come across with the usual mumbled informal greetings and set up camp at pegs 6 and 7. Its a lovely morning and having a plan I set up we speed. Other than almost immediately placing my left hand into a huge pile of goose poop, I'm off to a good start by making the perfect micro pellets. I'm quickly setup and making my first cast with my new rod. I make sure to have a few test casts with an empty feeder to get to grips with its power. Its a heavier rod than I have been using for a decade but still light by most standards with a 3oz glass tip. I'm soon comfortable with it and sat basking in the morning sun. All thoughts of my hangover gone I relax telling myself there is no better way to spend a birthday morning than fishing with new tackle in the sun with a friend.

Bliss at Peg 7
The weather is warm and winds are perfect and Its not long before Steve is into a fish . Like myself he's fishing with a feeder to the middle of the lake. From the scrap its giving him I can see it probably better than any fish we have had from the first few trips of the year.  He lands it with deft ease and its released before I can even think about a picture. After a quick trip to my peg for a chat he's back fishing with a smile on his face. Nothing like a early fish to lift the self imposed pressure that fisherman suffer from. I begin to slowly feed the near margin in the below picture as I fish out to the middle of the lake for my first bite.

Inner Peace in the Margins.
Its a few minutes and another cast later while I sit trying to roll my first birthday smoke my rod tip stutters round into a bend. I know at once its not a big fish but It puts up a good account of itself before I get the little fella into my net. For this venue he's just a baby but its the first fish of my birthday so I ask Steve to come take a photo. Its not the best picture but you should always celebrate avoiding the blank and I was over the moon to catch such a perfect little carp. 

Dappled Shade Baby Carpage
With a pep in my step after releasing the fish I walk back with Steve to his Peg.We both have caught our fish on a Method Feeder of varying brands with the same hook bait of 8 mm pellet. With the opposite bank largely clear we aren't contesting with other anglers and I feel confident we will both do well today. I stand and relax with a hot coffee and a smoke behind Steve as he starts fishing. I manage to capture a great shot. I think it pretty much captures the spirit of fishing on a calm sunny morning.

Calm Wake.

Moments after this shot the calm is shattered by a fish tearing off with Steve's trap. I grab a few action shots of the initial strike and battle as Steve expertly plays the fish into his net.

Fish On !

Netsmanship Masterclass
In a matter of minutes Steve has banked his second and the best fish of the day so far. Woodlands is by no means a difficult venue to fish due to its huge stock but we are having a great start to the session. The fish is angry and lets us know it but Steve does well to hold it for a shot. A cracking common at about 5 lb.Lovely Times!
  
Champion !

Once the fish is returned I go back to my peg eager to get another. I have a much more substantial selection of bait available to me today with the aim of testing out some of my new toys but for now I'll stay with the Feeder and see if I can land another quick bite. I cast pretty much at a showing fish a bit beyond my previous spot and settle down only for my rod to rip round into a bend after 2 small taps. Steve has also hooked a fish and we are blessed with a double hook up. Its a good scrap and a joy playing the fish on my new rod. 

Once in close the fish has good scrap in the near margin before I net him. Its fatter fish of around 3 lb but an ugly little face that greets me as I peer into the net. One of the drawbacks of Woodlands and indeed any busy commercial lake is that a lot fishing is done and some fish show the marks of either messy or repeated battles with anglers. This one looks like hes done rounds with Tyson. I suspect that people with tackle way to heavy have yanked this fish out of the depths more than a few times. 

Bubba Carp
After I think another fish each at about 10 the weather changes. The fishing slows as the wind turns cold and towards our bank. For an hour or so its eerily quiet. It feels like the fish have had some breakfast and then gone for a nap. I see no other fisherman catching and no sign of fish. I continue to cast every 7 minutes and struggle to get a bite. For another hour I struggle and manage to land just a few silver fish less than 1 lb each and another small carp.

 With bites being scarce I start to play with some of my options I start by trying a few different hook baits I try a bright orange mini boilie and a range of others with no real success. As it gets even colder I start working on a stick mix for use in my new Fox PVA Mesh Funnel. The mix must not have any water in it if possible as it will speed up the breakdown of the bags. I start with a tin of tuna in brine that I break down by mixing with some simple brown crumb, after this I add a large amount of 2 mm and small handful of 4 mm pellets, a few kernels of dried corn then a good squirt of Squid Bait Smoke Goo. 

My first attempt at Stick Mix
While I'm trying to add the mix clumsily to the PVA for the first time (its a bit like making a sausage) the top of my rod bounces round on the rest and as I strike into the fish the drag on my reel sings as the fish breaches the surface half way across the lake. In a state of panic I try and find somewhere dry to put my PVA mesh while I struggle to get up without spilling my mix everywhere.This is evidently a better fish and he's giving a great fight. The fish speeds towards my bank as I frantically try to keep a tight line and then proceeds to run up and down the near margin at speed. I eventually manage to net him and I'm overjoyed to finally have another carp of about 5 lb on my landing mat.

Small Woodlands Mirror
This fish had a lot of attitude and put up a great fight. I make sure to allow it time to recuperate in the net before release. Its important to do this.Make sure a fish can hold its own and can right itself and has shown a few flicks of the tail or eagerness to go back home to the depths. Where possible make sure to use a landing net or sling when returning a fish.

Take a breather son.
Once the fish is returned and I'm dry again I finish putting together my first ever PVA bag and eagerly take a picture, I dangle it up and proudly display my tight pink sausage for Steve. The bait must be high attract as within minutes of this Steve has brought his chair to my peg and is fondling my fishy phallus.
  
Stick Mix 
 While Steve rolls a smoke I decide its a good time to change my hook bait to some fake corn. A few casts this session I have brought in my line to find I have no hook bait. I cant say if this happened on retrieval or while the feeder is in place. I'm worried I'm leaving my line out with no bait even for a short time. I have a feeder set up already and quickly change the rig after reeling in, Same feeder but mounted on a hair I now have 2 bits of Korda Slow Sinking Corn in I.B Yellow. I want a bigger fish and I'm hoping that this will lure a hungry big boy into my net.

Another new toy on the test.
I'm not going to use my stick mix yet. I want too see if it holds form out of the water. I declare to Steve if anything takes this new double bait it will be a better fish and settle down for the wait. Shortly after much to Steve's amusement and my chagrin my rod tip hiccups and I've hooked a 10 oz skimmer bream. Not only that it tangles me slightly around my rod tip while unhooking. I'm not best pleased to say the least. Greedy little bugger made a fool of me. Its getting really cold now and after a few more casts I'm starting to really feel the wind and lack of fish and my mood has dipped. I tidy up my peg, organize my bait and secure my tackle as I plan to beg Steve for his spare top as the cold is taking the shine off my day. Before I leave throw a few more handfuls of feed into the near margin.

Today's Menu
Steve is happy to provide me with some clothing if it fits so we head to the car. The fish have dropped off again so a break from the fishing for some warming, food, exercise and a loo break as a welcome distraction. We get to the car and to both my shame and joy I find I did pack my coats and have suffered for the last few hours for nothing. I eagerly fleece up and head to the loo while Steve goes to get some hot food from the cafeteria they have here. I take a walk round the closest lake to see if anyone is catching or any fish are showing on the more sheltered area's the complex offers. I have a walk round a very picturesque lake named Cock Pheasant its sheltered from the wind but the few anglers on there all state they are having a slow day.

Cock Pheasant
Back at my peg It's almost an hour before Steve returns after his food. After a few more uneventful casts I roll smoke and we walk back to Steve's peg for a chat. Steve hasn't been idle this afternoon he's tried a few lines and methods. He's fished close in, far out and up in the water with his pole and managed to snag a few out when no one else was seeing any action but its not been easy. While we chat he gets another take. I manage a shot of him in action. Its a good fish when in the net of over 7 lb but its released without prolonged time out of the water as its giving him a kicking just in the net while unhooked.

Business as usual.
With Steve catching another my drive has returned and I rush back to my peg eager to get another. I throw in a bit more bait into the margins and change back to the feeder with the banded hook length and pellet. I cast far out again into the lake but shorter of where I have been casting previously be a few feet. Within 5 minutes I get my most brutal bite of the day the rod curves into what I know at last is a good fish. The line rips off my reel the fish kites away to my left towards open water, As other fish have done today it then turns back towards me at speed and I wind in trying recover the slack and as the fish approaches me I lift its head and scoop into the net before it gets a chance to turn. I'm buzzing as its a far better fish than my biggest so far and a beautifully scaled Mirror Carp very long but very slim sitting roughly around 7 lb.

Scales of gold
I'm over the moon now and feel like I can be happy with my days efforts. Once I return the fish I decide its time to try my spot in the margins I've been feeding this all day with a mix of ground bait, pellets of mixed sizes and a few bits of corn. I have had maybe 2 casts into this swim all day and nothing so far from it. I joked with Steve I was going to get a 20 lb fish from here at about 17:30 and it being 17:00 now its time to hopefully get some action from within a rod length. 

First cast I leave in for 10 mins and get a few signs of fish. I top up my feeder and throw 3 kernels of real corn into the water and drop my line in again as quietly as possible. As my rod tip starts to bob and weave about Steve announces its too cold for margin fishing considering how cold a wind is blowing into them and I'm just about to disagree when my rod pretty much folds towards the swim and I strike into a solid weight. I fight the fish under my rod tip for almost 10 minutes before I manage to lift his head and scoop him into my net. Its easily my best fish and feels double the last in weight.

I shout Steve to come take a picture once on the mat I know its a lump. I get a picture as quick as possible and Steve runs to get the scales while I breakdown the net to weigh it. In the net it clocks in at over 14 lb. Its a very broad fish and the picture doesn't do it justice. With a Happy Birthday from Steve I return it to the water and watch with pride as it glides into the murk. Huge smile on my face I quickly get set back up and drop another line into the margin while Steve returns to his peg. I'm a happy man and about to get even happier.


13 lb Common Carp.
My bait is in the water less than 3 minutes and I get another huge take.I strike at an angle away from the margin at first my stomach drops fearing I hit into a snag as I get no movement in return from the strike. After seconds that feel like an eternity the fish slowly with power moves away along the margin and I cant stop its progress at all.

What follows is a period of madness and errors. The fish turns and slowly moves towards me using its weight to stay low in the water. I look back for my net and see to my shame I have made a rookie mistake. After weighing the previous fish I haven't reassembled my landing net after using the net head as a sling to weigh the last fish. Cursing myself for a fool but also not owning a sling I call to Steve for help as the fish continues to bully me under the rod tip.Both sadly and happily I find Steve unable to provide the assist as he also is playing a fish. Double take joy is quickly washed away as the fish rolls wrapping itself in my line around its body as I try to keep pressure with the rod hand while I fumble with my left hand to assemble the net. I'm on my knees and with the net assembled now unable to move the fish at all as its entire weight is wrapped around my feeder section.Its as good as foul hooking the fish. I'm wounded.

The fish is now in panic and smashing my line to bits. I'm almost certain ill lose it when as it rises slightly in the water and turns on its side to dive again I manage to raise the rod tip and rotate the fish removing the loop round its body as it surfaces. I lower the net to the fish and it turns over the frame wrapping the line around the net but I manage to spin the net and scoop it safely in. I fall back onto my behind and sit for a moment rattled but relieved as the fishes splashes around secure in the net.

Its another big fish and longer and slightly fatter than the previous 13 lb Common. A Mirror Carp of considerable girth and length and immaculate in condition. I cant get a picture or weigh the fish and myself as Steve is still playing his and has the scales. I do manage once unhooking to grab a picture of my second fish from the margins in succession of what must be close to 15 lb. I'm proper chuffed. 

Mighty Mirror
I hold up the net as I release the fish to show Steve and its not long before he is walking towards my peg with a fish of his own secure in the net. He declares its not huge but its easily the best looking fish of the day and hes not wrong. Its worthy a picture and sadly the light at the time is unflattering and I'm unable to capture its true colour in the shot.

Ghost Faced Thriller.
Its just before 18:00 as Steve releases his fish from my peg with a smile. I had joked early in the day that I'd get a 20 lb fish from the margin at 17:30 and I had in someway both succeeded and fail to do this with what I'm certain was over 25 lb from two separate fish. Having a Double Take seems like a perfect time to call it a day and finish as we started on a high. Its time to go home the victors on what has been a tough but rewarding day at Woodlands Lakes.

Now as Steve packs ups I notice he's about to receive some company. His back turned and unaware a couple of large Black Swans make their way towards him on the search for food.

Incoming !
Much to my amusement they start having at his bait as he struggles to pack up around them without getting bitten. It pleases me to see him struggle but karma strikes. I should have anticipated once they were done with him I'd be next. Its not long before they turn up at my peg. These birds are big and they can hurt someone easily and I'm not wanting a fight with a swan to end the day. I know I'll lose.

Brace of Big Black Badboy Birds
I get some balls and manage to get a few great shots with my phone most of which I wont bore you with but I loved these two and had to share them.

HI !
MINE !
In the final stages of the packing up  takes the shine off his day by standing on the tip section of his pole. Cursing his luck we make sure our pegs are left as we found them in my case better as i clean up the previous anglers mess and i take one last shot of the late afternoon as a Heron flies across the lake. I wish i could have got a few pictures of what is a massive bird.

Goodbye to a great lake.
Car packed perfectly and ready to roll we head back home to what will be an evening of a selection of fine beers, food and films.Steve is stopping at mine for the night and we plan with my Girlfriend Sam to drink the night away and revel in today's highs and lows. A perfect way to end the day. 

A uneventful drive home and its not long before I'm fresh and clean an drinking great beers with two people I love and celebrating what has been great few days for my Birthday. I feel happy and loved and the evening slips away with itself into a smoky haze of laughter .

Stuff of win.
Its days like today that keep us going through tougher times and I've enjoyed sharing it. As always thanks for reading and Tight Lines.

Alex