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Confessions of a canal carp fisher.

08 Sunday Jun 2014

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Saturday morning started with torrential rain that lasted for a few hours, when it subsided I walked out into the garden to find that it was very warm, almost humid, it felt very carpy. Using my transcendental water crafting skills I surmised that the Lea Navigation was finally going to offer up a carp for me. It was midday when I decided to embark on a reconnaissance trip on the bicycle with Polaroids, a catapult and some bait. Within fifteen minutes I was cycling back home with some haste, I had spotted for the second time this week a group of carp feeding, all congregating next to a natural looking stretch of the canal with reeds, lilies and over-grown bank-side vegetation. Once home I gathered my rucksack, Mark IV and net, downed some lunch, spooled up some new 12lb line and then returned to the canal, making sure I kept calm, too much excitement can cause mistakes.

I prefer to fish the canal early morning or late in the evening to avoid the flotsam and jetsam on the towpath so being early afternoon I was visited by the usual mix of cyclists, joggers, walkers, continuous cruisers and loners escaping the city. To be honest this part of the canal is relatively quiet so I quickly got settled with my fishing and started to trickle in the bait and try to get the carp to feed with confidence.

Within and hour I had a carp take a floating bait in the clear water which resulted in a terrific powerful run straight down the middle of the canal, I could see its flanks quite clearly, a linear mirror of around 15 to 20 lbs, my clutch was set right, the rod was well sprung but after the first initial run the hook pulled! Inspecting the damage I discovered that the knot has failed, it was a classic school boy error! Even now I am unsure why I was so slack on tying this knot, it was a blood knot of four turns (I usually use a palomar) and now looking back I’m  thinking I didn’t even tuck the knot, mistakes like this were done in the 1980’s, my mind was not focused and I had lost a great fish.

A re-tied hook using a palomar knot was cast out but there were still two knots in my rig that had not been looked over, despite being annoyed with myself I carried on fishing, carp fever had taken over and once again I had another run. This time the carp ran in the other direction, the fish was on for a good minute until again it came off under a lot of pressure. During the fight a man rocked up in his tracksuit and witnessed the battle and the parting carp. With a Polish accent he said “you downt haver the right equipment, my friend?” Right now I didn’t need this interloper but I looked at him and said “I had 12lb line and the gear was fine” I had nothing else to add.  As I reeled in the line to inspect the catastrophic failure for the second time I found that another knot has failed on the rig, another blood knot! The man came close and looked at the curly end of my line, “you down’t know how to tie ze knots!” “F**k off ” was my only thought but in truth he was right, I had ballsed up big time and now this cock-sure tosser was swaggering off down the towpath pointing at the water and calling out “hey, my friend, I can zee your big fishy swimming away”.

I had to re-group, start again with new knots, take off the last fifteen feet of line just to be extra safe and as it states on the side of my mug that sits on my desk ‘Keep Calm and Go Fishing’. While I re-tackled I put out more bait and after a good wait the carp came in to feed. With only a few minutes before I had to get home I had my third run. Again the carp ran down the middle of the canal, the clear water showing its flanks, everything seem to be holding tight. The carp came in close and ran along side the towpath, as this happened another carp of a similar weight chased after it thinking it was in a amorous mood, but it wasn’t it was angry and fighting with real power. These canal carp really do fight so hard, at first they don’t know they are hooked but once they sense a problem they go berserk. After a few more minutes of playing the carp I very carefully netted it and bought it up and onto the towpath.

Although I have not put too many hours into catching a canal carp, it has taken a good five years doing the short stints to finally get one on the bank. In the past all my carp have come from the River Lea, so this was a special fish.

As an experiment this season I don’t take scales with me, I would rather spend time  getting fish back in the water than fiddling around with weigh slings and sticking a number on it. For me it has added a new element to my fishing, to appreciate rather than record it. But for those who insist on a number it was probably around 17-19lbs, the carp was long and wide, the photos below don’t really do any justice to the shear size and length but it does show the wonderful dark colouration on the top and the scale pattern. After her return she sat on the canal bottom and sulked for about two minutes, something that I was quite akin to doing after my costly mistakes, thankfully this carp put me in a considerably better mood.

Confession over, expletives made, and now the canal carp curse of ‘BB’ has been lifted. If you want to read any of my previous close encounters with London canal carp please click here.

Canal carp 2 Canal carp 3

canal carp 1Canal carp 4

My carp scene in the 1980’s part III – Shermanbury Place & Arcadia.

27 Thursday Feb 2014

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1980's, 80's, carp, climber, fishing, history, monkey, old, place, school, shermanbury, sussex

Considering my friend Dax and I were teenage boys, getting up early to fish was never a chore. Dax’s mother was more than happy to get up and drive us to Shermanbury Place (a distance of about twenty-five miles from home) looking back I think she wanted to encourage more wholesome activities like fishing rather than the more troubling pursuits that sixteen year old boys were attracted to, best to say no more on this issue but fags, girls and booze was high on the agenda.
Setting off at dawn to fish is an experience that I will never tire of and I can remember this particular trip so well. This was my first real experience of fishing a specimen carp lake, the excitement and anticipation while been driven through the beautiful Sussex countryside has stayed with me to this day. Although I was now obsessed with carp fishing this had not fogged my appreciation for nature and its landscape and that particular morning was a classic misty summers dawn with a chill in the air, the sun was very low in the sky and shrouded in heavy mist, the tones were mid-greys and yellows as we sat in the car, smoking roll ups.
When we arrived I found the lake and surroundings to be a vision of perfection, the mist was still heavy and we soon found a spot where reedmace surrounded the whole end of the lake apart from two small breaks, perfect for us to set up and fish.
Before I tackled up I threw in a few handfuls of my new bait, strawberry flavoured boillies, even the sound of the boillies dropping into the water gave a new and satisfying scatter-gun sequence of plops, punctuating the stillness of the morning. I set two rods up, one with a boillie close in to the far side by the reeds and a second float rod just to my left baited with sweetcorn.
Looking beyond the reeds I could see the outline of a trimmed hedge with a gap and beyond that a manicured lawn that dissolved into the mist, it was ghostly but for now my attention was focused on the emerald-green water and the occasional knocking reed signifying life below. This was a different type of angling experience, enhanced by the knowledge that some very large carp were present and because the lake was relatively small they were not far away from my bait, it made the whole experience electric.

As the morning progressed the sun started to burn off the mist and in front of me past the reed bed and through a break in the hedge I could see the silhouette of Shermanbury Place, I was experiencing Arcadia emerging from the greys,whites and oranges of a summers morning.

Shermanbury Place arcadia

Shermanbury Place

Back in my swim there were more signals from the monster below but nothing was taking the corn or the strawberry temptations so by mid-morning we decided to explore the rest of the lake. Walking around I was surprised to see there were other anglers already set up, these carp anglers were not like the wheelbarrow pushing types we get today more focused on comfort than watercraft, these men of the 1980’s were quiet, discrete, loners and armed with a bare minimum of gear, the only indication of their presence was the occasion ‘bleep’ . I set up with just one rod now partnered with my only Optonic and kept low and quiet like the others, foolishly I felt holding a float rod did not seem the correct thing to do amongst these men of specimen carp.

By late-afternoon I was really not convinced anything was going to happen and our lift home was due at around five. While sitting on the dusty bank in my ripped faded old jeans I smoked and thought about this magical place, catching was not on the agenda today but something more important had happened, I had become entranced by large carp. As I moved small piles of dust around on the bank with my fingers creating patterns on the bank my Optonic burst into action, a run! Line spilled off the Mitchell 300 spool and ran through the rings making the monkey hit the rod as hell let loose. Looking up I could see line shooting through the water towards the opposite bank, then it stopped. My chance had gone.

Since that day I have never returned to Shermanbury Place and I don’t want to as it was my Arcadia. Since 1986 a lot has happened in carp fishing and this lake could have become ‘commercialised’. On a positive note I can’t find anything on the Internet about this place, perhaps it has gone back into private ownership to one lucky individual?

My carp scene in the 1980′s Part II…the monkey climber years & the hair.

23 Thursday Jan 2014

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I have just finished reading Chris Yates new book The Lost Diaries, towards the end there is quite an entertaining chapter about fishing with a friend where he talks of ‘foul hooking a carp on a new fangled rig’ this being the hair rig. Chris Yates goes on to describe this rig as unethical to the extent of giving up fishing rather than using such a contraption. I on the other hand have to disagree about Chris Yates and the hair rig. Since I started using it in the 1980’s it has become an essential part to my angling success which leads me on to part II of my 1980’s carp fishing and my early years as a fisher of carp. The counter argument for the hair is that Mr Yates did hold the British Carp record unaided by any hair rig and I with my ‘new fangled hair rigs’ have not, but that’s for another debate on another day. Here is my second personal account on 1980’s carp fishing.

Part I which I wrote back in August, 2012 can be read here.

In the mid eighties carp fishing was becoming quite popular, carp anglers were still quite a secretive bunch, mainly due to the lack of good productive carp waters. Before I got into carp fishing I dabbled in most disciplines but dabbled was the operative word and most of my information came from general ‘how to’ books until the day I ventured into Burgess Hill Angling Centre in around 1987 and found Carp Fever by Kevin Maddocks. Burgess Hill Angling Centre had a different smell and look from my usual and more traditional tackle shops like Penfolds of Cuckfield. Here the smell was sweet and the walls were adorned with stainless steel bank sticks, bite alarms and monkey climbers, things were certainly moving away from displays of floats and the smell of gentles.
Carp Fever was not the most exciting of angling books to read but it was my first specialist book that delved into great detail about bait, rigs and hooks in such a way that it made catching a large carp a real possibility. This book introduced me to the hair rig which I thought was quite an audacious rig, mount the bait away from the hook but still have the confidence to hook a carp, crazy? It was cunning and clever, now your bait was behaving naturally with out the weight of the hook and the hook was completely exposed when a carp sucked in any bait that was attached to a hair. I started using new hook patterns and making up the hair loop, within weeks I was hooking and landing carp with confidence on my club water Haywards Heath & District Angling Society.
Nash Hooks old school
Now dressed in a camouflage jacket just like Jim Gibbinson I felt like a specimen hunter but in truth I was still only catching carp around the 3 lbs to 7 lbs mark but I was convinced bigger carp were soon to reside in my landing net.
My own carp career continued with a Marco glass carp rod, a Bob Church float rod, one Optonic, two Mitchell 300a reels, oh and of course two monkey climbers all set up on some rather smart stainless Gardener front and rear bank sticks. The matching pair of rods was still an age away but in a Heath Robinson kind of set up I was a carp angler and targeting the Sussex carp, day and night.
Ironically my first ‘double’ came soon after months of lugging all this gear around, I took a rod out one evening and followed a carp with a piece of floating crust just by a fallen tree. After a short battle a lump of a fish of 11 3/4 lbs came to my net, (this was 1 3/4lbs short of the club record set in the 1950’s) it was a milestone carp for me and I continued on to fish relatively small ponds in Sussex spending many nights under canvas in my fathers old World War II pup tent. My dream was to own two North Western carp rods with Cardinal 55’s and land a twenty, the image that I loved was from the Carp Catchers Book from 1984, it seemed a world away.
carp catchers
Then one day I was invited by a friend who knew about a ‘proper’ carp lake called Shermanberry.

The Lower Lea, a generous day & a carp.

19 Friday Jul 2013

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After publishing my last post, ‘The Lower Lea – A neglected river & her anglers’ just two days ago I was rewarded with a  generous day from the River Lea. As mentioned before the Lower Lea doesn’t give up her quarry too easily but today was different. After some initial carp spotting, some confident and at times explosive feeding I managed to return armed with a rod in the heat of the afternoon and caught a carp in her high teens. The fight was more than spirited, it was tough, being weeded twice and taking numerous long runs down stream, my tackle was well tuned for such a hard fight, this time everything came right and after losing two carp last year on the canal in similar situations I wasn’t going to let this one escape! The dark linear mirror was netted on a very steep bank hence why my image taken on a Iphone is rather shoddy, but photographing my catches are never my priority. Looking at this carp I’m sure it had never been caught before, not one of the true monsters but I love these hard fighting dark Lea carp.




Lea carp

Clear waters and summer…at last

05 Wednesday Jun 2013

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A short bike ride yesterday took me on an unplanned route that inevitably took me to running water and the delightful sight of gin clear water for the first time this year.

Colours of summer 2 Colours of summer 3…and a lone carp of twenty pounds, finally they are back and in view, the truth is they never went away but seeing carp close up for the first time each year re-kindles the urge to fish for them. Apologies for the Iphone image!

Colours of Summer 1

Thems carp are driving me mad, especially on Sundays!

09 Sunday Sep 2012

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I won’t start quoting BB in Confession of a Carp Fisher but his book did paint a picture on numerous occasions of hot still summer days sat by carp pools being tormented by large carp that were basking and occasionally slurping from the surface scum.  The outcome for BB seemed to be the same each time, no carp, just broken dreams.

This week I have grabbed a few lunchtime sessions but not once did I get a take, I came close but again nothing came of it. I ran out of my usual Chum mixers a few days back and opted for Sainsbury’s own brand, have they stopped making chum mixers? I soaked a few in preparation for this Sunday mornings session. By eleven in the morning I had noticed three large carp all ‘twenties’ lurking under the willow tree opposite our flat, so a few handfuls of mixers (Sainsbury brand) were thrown from the balcony. After 20 minutes all three were taking the bait, I ran downstairs with tackle in hand and perched low right on the edge of the canal in front of a concrete planter. Opening the soaked mixers I soon discovered that they would not stay on the hook, too soft, and right in front of me I had a large ‘twenty’ feeding away! Luckily one thing I always keep in my bag is a tub of pop up Cell boillies either to fish on the bottom as a pop up or as a floater. So I tied one on with a hair and cast it out in front of the path of the three cruising carp.

I was well hidden away and the carp had no idea I was there, swimming only seven or eight feet away, I threw a few more free offerings out as one of the carp, at least a ‘twenty’ took down an early lunch. I could see it thinking it was that close to me and I could see that it had spotted my bait…my heart was beating like a drum, the carp slowly approached my bait and then its lips widened and engulfed my bait.

Last time I hooked a carp here on the canal a few months ago (on a Sunday), I had 10 lb line, a hundred year old centre pin reel and a James Aspindale Carp Deluxe rod, which looking back put me at a slight disadvantage so this time it was all ‘stepped up’ with a shortened B James Mark IV, Cardinal 66 (good clutch and fast retrieve) and 12 lb line, surly this time I could bring a London canal carp to the net? Although still an old bit of kit this is by far no compromise and quite capable of handling this situation.

I’m sure as the carp engulfed my bait she closed her eyes, thankfully mine were wide open and I struck into a powerful fish. Immediately the carp bolted for the canal boats as I expected but my fine tuned clutch put enough pressure on her and the tackle to give a balance and hope that I may finally bring my prize home. The Mark IV was bent right over but I had been there before and this time I was not concerned about the tackle failing as the clutch let out ten meters of line. Then slowly I stopped her with the rod tip under the water trying to avoid any snap offs from the metal hulls of the boats. I managed to start reeling in little by little but I knew that the carp at the end of this line was big, powerful and still full of fight. Again the clutch slipped and she took a few metres, if I was a betting man I would have put a 50/50 bet on this tussle at this point in time but just as I thought there was a chance an almighty surge came from beneath one of the canal boats and the sound of a massive “crack” echoed around the wharf as the line snapped! With only two days to go before we leave this little London Redmire I laughed to myself knowing that this was probably my last chance, I will try again tomorrow if it looks promising but I have a new family to tend to, a new house to move into and a business to run, I think this time around it’s not going to happen with the London canal carp…I’m am very disappointed.

A central London carp.

03 Monday Sep 2012

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When I awoke this morning there was a distinct crispness in the air as I stepped outside onto the balcony to view the clear blue sky, not a chill but it felt as if the summer had finally passed for another year. This brought a little sadness as an angler, as I was hoping to catch a central London carp from the canal just outside of our home. Over the summer I had had a few chances, on one occasion hooked and lost one but ultimately I just didn’t make the most of the opportunities. Next week we move so the chance to fish here again is zero as the wharf is private property. The good news is, we are moving further up the canal and close to the river Lea where I have been successful but this current spot will be lost forever.

By mid morning the temperature was rising and it appeared that we had an extra day of summer. Another natural occurrence that reflects warm weather was a green skin of floating weed across the canal, giving the carp a false sense of security…I had to have one last go. I started by throwing in small handfuls of mixers over a period of about three hours and gradually signs of life were showing. Small patches of water appeared from the green carpet where one, perhaps two carp gently slurped down their lunch.

Being a Monday I was officially working from home so the initial feed was done by throwing mixers from the fifth floor, this went on until around 3.30 pm when it appeared that the lurkers were feedng with confidence and happily I spotted an old friend, one of the fish swimming down from the main Regents canal and into the wharf, one from earlier this summer, the albino mixed common.

The plan was to wait until five and then fish but with missed opportunities over the summer I didn’t want this last chance to be lost and lost forever so with rod and net in hand I went down to the canal side. This year my fishing has been sparse but satisfyingly simple, usually only a single swan shot on the line or only a hook for any floater fishing. The most complicated fishing this summer was using a cage swim feeder on the River Severn which resulted in a 7 1/2 lb barbel but the rest has been simple and creeping up to the the waters edge I knew there was a carp just below my feet. With the green weed all I had to do was drop the mixer in and wait, unfortunately I made a classic mistake and let my shadow cast over a tiny gap in the weed and a huge swirl opened up the green carpet as a lurker left for safer water, I had not even cast in!

With my first mistake made I cast further out adjacent to the boats and try and connect with a carp that had not been spooked. I sat and enjoyed the warm air knowing this was pretty much the last day of summer here in central London. After about twenty minute a little nudging in the weed around my bait signalled another carp by my bait, I sat low and made sure that I was totally hidden and this time not allowing my presence to be know. Then a great swirl opened up a huge clearing as a carp must have been spooked by the hook? I struck but nothing, no resistance and no carp! I’m not too sure what happened as the weed did cover the bait,  I was hoping the line would have been my indicator as it zoomed off, it didn’t!

I’m now holding out for another go this week as the weed is a good cover, the weather looks to be staying warm, tomorrow is Tuesday maybe it will bring me luck.

My carp scene in the 1980’s…the spark.

29 Wednesday Aug 2012

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This was my era when I became a fanatical angler and an obsession for carp was born. It is considered that the era of the 1950’s to the 1970’s was the ‘golden age’ with the likes of Richard Walker and later on in the 70’s, anglers like Rod Hutchinson were developing new tackle and technique like multiple rods and electronic alarm to make the capture of carp more intentional and less of a freak occurrence . So without shocking those out there who think I am some old fuddy-duddy stuck in the 1950’s with an old wooden stick in my hand and an old tweed jacket slung over my back, here is my account of my own golden age of carp fishing that took place in the 1980’s, memories of early (almost) matching carbon rods, tutti-fruitti boilies, hair-rigs and monkey climbers.

Genesis.

Back in 1981 when I was eleven years old I had just started to fish, mainly with the help of some hand-me-down tackle and a small how-to fishing book, the journey was slow the results were insignificant but catching small gudgeon and the occasional chub on the Sussex Ouse ignited the spark that made me become a life long angler. For me it was spectacular in a unspectacular way, modest catches but most memorable.

Around that time an un-known face to me came onto the angling scene, wearing an old Barbour Jacket, floppy hat (looking not un-like a young Ian Anderson) he was pictured in all of the angling press cradling a 51 lbs 8 oz carp, his name was Chris Yates and in his arms was a creature of unimaginable size, especially to an eleven year old boy. It was caught by means considered unconventional by early 1980’s standards, using a cane rod, a knob of Plasticine and three grains of sweetcorn. In years to come Chris Yates would become one of the most influential anglers in Britain just by his use of simple back to basic techniques and of course his love of old fishing tackle.

Up until the capture of the Bishop I perceived carp fisherman to be a secretive bunch and generally shy of any publicity especially in the angling press, perhaps they feared that their exposure would reveal the waters they fished and more importantly the carp that swam in those waters. Richard Walker who was officially* the carp record holder at that time, came from the old school set of the 1950’s, mystery men with access to private pools like Redmire, these carp and waters were too far away from reality to a teenager like myself living in Mid Sussex in the 80’s.

On various bicycle reconnoissance trips to lakes around Sussex I came across the odd lone angler, normally dressed in camouflage and more often than not lying low between small breaks in the reeds or hidden behind large expanses of Himalayan Balsam. They stood apart from everyday anglers, their kit was different, no keep-nets, no seat boxes to perch on and normally two matching rods, on one occasion I saw three! If approached they would give you a look that made you feel un-comfartable…these fishermen wanted to be alone, nine times out of ten I did just that, but I was intrigued by them, their tackle and their quarry.

Around the same time Pete Mohans’ Cypry the Carp was serialised in the Anglers Mail. He told a tale of a young lad called Andy who grew up in search of a particular carp called Cypry, reading this at the back of the classroom during double chemistry on a Wednesday morning is still a very vivid memory of my teenage years and fired my desire even further to pursue and catch a carp, at this point it seemed a far off goal, no commercials to get on the specimen carp ladder, just old farm ponds to seek out and fish or take an even bigger step and financial investment…join a local club.

It was hard finding waters that held carp that I could fish so I finally decided to join the Haywards Heath & District Angling Society the local club to where I was living. At the same time I also had access to a little pond that lay in an old ladies garden in Horsted Keynes through a school friend of mine, Mark (one of the Horsted Lads). He had managed to get permission to fish it whenever we wanted including at night and I knew that he had already caught some carp from this little half-acre pond but I now had concerns about my kit not being up to the huge battle one had heard about in double chemistry or read about in the Anglers Mail. At that time my basic kit consisted of a Shakespeare Strike match rod and an Intrepid Black Prince reel, both horrible bits of kit. So with a little nagging, a paper round and an early birthday present I became the owner of a Marco 10′ fibreglass carp rod and a Mitchell 3330z reel, the Mitchell 300A or the Abu Cardinal 55 was the carp fisherman’s reel of choice but they were out of my financial reach for now.

One of the first ponds I started to fish in the guise of a ‘specimen hunter’ was a HHDAS water set just outside of a village called Ansty. It was a good forty minutes bike ride which when laden down with fishing gear was quite a trek but soon became a regular haunt as I could see evidence of carp cruising up one end of the pond by a reed bed. After a few visits I finally hooked my first carp a strong fighting 2 lb beauty, elated but committed to catching a bigger one I continued to fish for carp over the summer of 1982 through to 1983. While catching these smaller carp I noticed that as I was leaving at dusk the bigger residents would arrive, unfortunately I had to leave and under-go my forty minute bike ride before darkness set in. I had to fish a night session, it was time to put the finishing touches to my specimen hunters kit so that I could do a night on the pond.

Night fishing introduced two problems, bite indication and staying warm and dry. The first problem was solved by attaching a swing tip to my carp rod with a Starlight taped to the end making sure that the swing tip didn’t enter the water or the tape would un-ravel and the Starlight would drift away causing panic and a potential fish-less night. The second problem was solved by using my fathers old World War II army pup tent which had the added advantage of being open all along the length for more milder nights and allowing easy access to the rods. With a few added extras like a camping stove and an Army surplus jacket I was feeling  pretty much like a ‘proper’ specimen hunter rather than a run-of-the-mill ‘pleasure’ angler.

Next time the monkey climber years and my first ‘double’…

* Richard Walker was the British Carp record holder from 1952 to 1995 when Roddy Porter caught a 53lb 15oz specimen . Chris Yates 51 lb 8 oz carp was never recognised as an official British record although most specimen groups including NASA did recognise Chris Yates record carp.

Fennel’s Journals…Wild or ‘Feral’ Carp edition.

30 Monday Jul 2012

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My father fished mainly for black bream off the Sussex coast in the 1940’s and 50’s from his boat ‘Vulture’. I always thought the boat was more of an excuse for my father to hang out on the beach and watch young ladies pass by rather than a serious fishing vessel. In more extreme summer showers (just like this year) Vulture could accommodate a canvas pup tent, where upon pipe smoking and general tackle sorting would take place amongst friends. I now own that pup tent and have used it for many camping trips and was my prime over night fishing shelter for my carp fishing obsession as a teen in the eighties. The old sea tackle was sadly disposed of a few years ago in the local dump, (when I found out I went bloody mad) an old army haversack bag containing wooden line winders, floats, two Penn multipliers, three boat rods, a wooden centre pin and some old round pipe tobacco tins with hooks and lead weight, nothing of any great value but it was something that I wanted to keep. Now it has been thrown out in one of my fathers clear outs, hoarder he is not!

My father fished for the table and once married with a young family the piscator seemed to fade away. We have never spent a minutes fishing together, for my quest to angle was to admire and then put back, my father did not understand this but on one occasion we did share an angling moment and that was when the Passion for Angling series was broadcast on the BBC, in the early 1990’s. We both admired the way nature was captured on film and of course the fish being caught, I loved the old and new approach to angling demonstrated by Chris Yates and Bob James, respectively. But, I always remembered what my father said to me half way through the TV series, when we were having a catch up on the phone, he said “I stopped watching it because I thought the two presenters were too twee and the narration quite naff!” “Great Scott!” I exclaimed but I could see his point, it’s not everyone’s taste. Since the first broadcast A Passion for Angling has  become quiet a cult series and generally considered to have not been surpassed in quality or in the way it captures the essence of angling. By chance I ended up chatting to Chris Yates in the pub a few months back and asked him about taking part in a new television series perhaps another APFA, his reply…”never, no, fishing and filming do not bode well!” So there you have it A Passion for Angling II will not be  produced with Chris Yates. I digress…

Last year I was pointed in the direct of quite an interesting fellow, Nigel ‘Fennel’ Hudson at the Priory and his new website. Nigel or ‘Fennel’ had started writing at an early age under the encouragement from Chris Yates and over the years has created a quarterly publication that are now available to buy online. While looking at Fennels website and the images a haunting word kept coming back to me in my father’s voice ‘looks a bit twee to me.’ I was a little put off.

When written well, traditional angling writing by the likes of BB, for example is the type of literature that I can read again and again but with ‘traditional’ angling becoming more popular there is a trend for copy cat style scribblings that at best is a poor reproduction and at worst annoying and at times quite cringe worthy. So with Fennels Journal I stayed off until now, just in case of disappointment but then I saw ‘The Wild Carp’ edition!

I’m fascinated with anything to do with ‘wild’ or ‘feral’ carp at present an antidote to the current carping and commercial bagging up scene, so I decided to take the plunge and ordered a copy. Order made, and three days later a signed copy with a pleasant short letter arrived on my doorstep. After a quick flick through I could immediately see this was a labour of love, printed on high quality paper with high quality images. Straight away I had to read the first article chronicling the introduction of the ‘feral’ carp to Britain by the Romans and the subsequent stories of how these carp stayed and survived in the stew ponds over the next two millenia. The writing flows un-hurried without overly romanticising each point and the research is thorough,  from the first sentence I was thinking, this lad can write, its informative and very refreshing.  As the journal moves from the history to his own personal stories and then the stories of like-minded anglers who encounter the ‘wild’ carp the journey draws the reader into the mystery and rarity of these carp. Towards the end there is an interesting interview with an angler on the wild carp of the Danube that leaves the reader hypnotised by the size and beauty of these feral creatures. The photographs are still a little staged at times but I can live with those, the shot of the large Danube Wild carp is stunning. I shall order some of the back copies but for now I would recommend you get a copy of the Wild Carp Edition especially if you like catching the odd one yourself…

Canal carp…where do they go?

08 Sunday Jul 2012

Posted by The tuesday swim in Carp

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canal, carp, fishing, idlers, london, quest, regents

Since my last close call with a feeding frenzy of a few doubles, the carp have disappeared! Over the last two weeks I have spotted one lone carp despite feeding the same two spots. My baiting plan has been broken by my new arrival but the bait is still going in so I’m quite surprised no lurker’s have been spotted over the two baited areas. In addition the wind has made it hard to spot the carp but there now seems to be a break in the wind so I have prepared a few kilos of chick peas for a proper bash at pre-baiting. The weather forecast is to be warm but rainy, for me this is ideal so long as the wind stays away, I just find it un-settles me when trying to fish especially on the canal where the wind can really blow down the canal channel.

So where have they gone? The stretch of canal that I’m fishing has two locks both of which are equal distance away for my baited areas, about 200 meters,  so we are looking at an overall length of less than half a kilometre where the carp will be patrolling, location should not be a huge undertaking especially with a regular food source smack bang in the middle?

Update: I’m now throwing in three or four big handfuls of chick peas in two spots with a general handful flung across the canal to intercept any patrolling fish…I am now waiting for a sighting…but so far nothing seen!

In the meantime if anyone wants to see and hear what catching a canal carp is all about, fellow blogger Jeff at the Idler’s Quest has had some better news than The Tuesday Swim. Well done Jeff, I hope to share notes soon and thanks for the message.

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