With only a few days left before the Airfield lake shuts for winter. I found myself on the middle part of the complex, not far from where my last trip out was. Before leaving last time, I had a good look around and put some bait out in a few spots where I had seen a few fish show.
I arrived just with enough time to set up before darkness fell upon the lake. I didn’t look around, just headed to that area, hoping the bait had done it’s job and the fish would be after more. I was also hoping they were up for feeding at night, as I would be off at first light.
I was fishing at the bottom of the margin shelf, in a nice silt gully which went around the front of this point. I had put 10 small pouch fulls of the Smokey Jack boilies of each rod. With a bottom bait on one and a wafter on the other. I sat back with a brew and watched the last bit of fading light disappear.
Despite hearing fish crashing in the bay behind me, they will just not come out into the open water or even round the point. I haven’t even had a single bleep in the night. It’s good for the sleep factor, but that’s not what we are here for. This has surprised me and I’m not sure how to approach my last trip on here in a few days. A bit of thinking will need to be done I feel. There were some nice big lumps crashing in the bay. There is a tiny day swim set in the corner but I feel that there is a very high change of losing fish in the overhanging tree. Especially at night, even by flicking the baits to the middle of the bay. May just have to try. Could be worth a very sleepless night. Effort equals rewards, as they say.
Well it’s time to pack up, the clock has struck 6 am. The first of many pack ups in the dark. This is something I have been doing since the age of 16, very nearly 37 years and it becomes part of fishing life. It doesn’t last for that long as you realise, it’s just for about 4 months. Which is quite a short period of time.
Until next time
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