One always hear of anglers getting into some good fish and catching a p/b from time to time, that's always good news.
My last session was on Sunday night - a spontaneous decision. Somehow as excited as I was to pack and get to the dam I didn't quite feel this session for some reason. Can't say why. Everything looked right, the wind, bait and the fish were showing yet I didn't feel it. Maybe because I had an unsettled spirit for some reason or just didn't feel confident enough I don't know. On many occasions blanking wouldn't bother me because it happens and that's fishing, it can be a cruel mistress at the best of times. This session was no different. Anyway I was set-up, stringers were ready and the rods just about to be cast out, the swim baited already when I sat down and just thought about why I'm actually at the water.
Why do I fish, what drives me and what motivates me to find that quiet time and time away from the rat race? I have the answers, some are personal as with all of us yet it's the prey that's so elusive at times and I was to find that out on this session, the hard way. Lines were cast out and two placed at distance and the third rod closer in. I waited, and waited. Watching the water I resorted to sending my mind on a wild goose chase to some distant place I fished years where the carp are colossal - I was one of the lucky few to hold some of it's huge carp. When suddenly I saw a fish head and shoulder over in my swim clearly a fine specimen with a huge head. I looked down at the Fox Micron - It remained quiet.
Before long I wondered if this session would actually produce a fish or two. I am confident in my fishing but I think every angler can attest to the fact that it can be too hard at times. which of course makes it interesting. Nothing stirred but the wind, the silt rose from the bottom, the wind lifting the weed which hung onto the lines as if it's been there for ages. I re-cast one rod roaming the lake when I saw fish but nothing still. During the night the caffeine flowed, I tried different things and there was no sleep. I fished hard and gave it what I could for one bite-it wasn't meant to be. I wasn't about to let this frustrate me as there are bigger things I have to pay attention to as well. The session passed uneventful, both my bud and I blanked not for the lack of trying. A cruel mistress indeed. the next session is planned and mapped out already. The rods and rigs already prepared. It's now my mind set that needs working on to get my head around the next session.
This is carp fishing ....
Get out there - Fish smart - fish hard.
Till the next time.
John'O.
My last session was on Sunday night - a spontaneous decision. Somehow as excited as I was to pack and get to the dam I didn't quite feel this session for some reason. Can't say why. Everything looked right, the wind, bait and the fish were showing yet I didn't feel it. Maybe because I had an unsettled spirit for some reason or just didn't feel confident enough I don't know. On many occasions blanking wouldn't bother me because it happens and that's fishing, it can be a cruel mistress at the best of times. This session was no different. Anyway I was set-up, stringers were ready and the rods just about to be cast out, the swim baited already when I sat down and just thought about why I'm actually at the water.
Why do I fish, what drives me and what motivates me to find that quiet time and time away from the rat race? I have the answers, some are personal as with all of us yet it's the prey that's so elusive at times and I was to find that out on this session, the hard way. Lines were cast out and two placed at distance and the third rod closer in. I waited, and waited. Watching the water I resorted to sending my mind on a wild goose chase to some distant place I fished years where the carp are colossal - I was one of the lucky few to hold some of it's huge carp. When suddenly I saw a fish head and shoulder over in my swim clearly a fine specimen with a huge head. I looked down at the Fox Micron - It remained quiet.
Before long I wondered if this session would actually produce a fish or two. I am confident in my fishing but I think every angler can attest to the fact that it can be too hard at times. which of course makes it interesting. Nothing stirred but the wind, the silt rose from the bottom, the wind lifting the weed which hung onto the lines as if it's been there for ages. I re-cast one rod roaming the lake when I saw fish but nothing still. During the night the caffeine flowed, I tried different things and there was no sleep. I fished hard and gave it what I could for one bite-it wasn't meant to be. I wasn't about to let this frustrate me as there are bigger things I have to pay attention to as well. The session passed uneventful, both my bud and I blanked not for the lack of trying. A cruel mistress indeed. the next session is planned and mapped out already. The rods and rigs already prepared. It's now my mind set that needs working on to get my head around the next session.
This is carp fishing ....
Get out there - Fish smart - fish hard.
Till the next time.
John'O.
