Despite the unforgiving weather conditions, I find myself on the banks of the lake, fueled by the hope of hooking an autumn lump or, if Friday permits, a winter lump! Today marks the first day of December, officially ushering in the winter season. Undeterred by the chill in the air, I embark on a fishing expedition, eager to decipher the mysteries of the wintry waters.
A Late Arrival and Unforeseen Choices: My day started a tad later than planned due to the oversight of a school inset day. I spent the morning at home with the youngest member of my family, patiently awaiting the return of my eldest from college. By the time I reached the lake just before noon, I was greeted by Steve, a fellow angler. Steve had been scouting for signs of carp for about an hour, yet the last reported carp sightings were on Monday evening. The inclement weather had seemingly driven them into their winter sanctuaries.
Contemplating my options at home, I determined that the Scattered Lin end of the lake might not yield success this week. Instead, I turned my attention to the Big Common end, hopeful that it would lure the carp into picking up a few small morsels of bait.
A Plethora of Possibilities: With four potential swim choices circulating in my mind, I found myself spoiled for options. Steve and I, the sole enthusiasts braving the wintry weather, had the entire lake at our disposal. Opting for the “Duck” swim, I gained access to channels leading to the sanctuary area and the weedy back of the plateau. These areas seemed promising for a winter bite. Settling on an open water spot and a small bay at the first entrance to the sanctuary, I baited the areas with four spombs each, planning to repeat the process the following day. The northeast wind, accompanied by the hope of sunshine, promised moments of warmth.
A Quiet Night and the Anticipation of a Challenging Day: The night passed without a single bleep, disappointing my hopes of midnight carp antics. Waking up to sleet and a brisk northerly breeze, I prepared for a day of vigilance in the bivvy. It wouldn’t be easy, but as the saying goes, effort equals rewards, especially in the unpredictable world of carp fishing.
Baiting and a Culinary Interlude: Deciding against bringing in the rods, I aimed to get some bait out mid-morning. Seizing the opportunity at 10:30, I launched a few spombs of pellets and the occasional boilie on both spots. I opted to leave the hook baits untouched, as my confidence in them remained unwavering. Despite the challenging weather conditions, carp need to feed, and acclimatizing to the wintry conditions takes time. The key is being present when they decide to switch on.
A Sleet-Filled Afternoon and a Winter Feast: The rain and sleet returned in the afternoon, setting the stage for a comforting evening around the Weber. A giant Yorkshire pudding, generously filled with potatoes, a pig in a blanket, and chicken drowned in gravy, provided the perfect sustenance for a winter’s night. The rods remained in place, with the hope that the added attention might attract the elusive carp over the next 24 hours.
A Frosty Morning and the Final Countdown: The morning revealed a frost-covered landscape, the sun slowly casting its glow over the lake. The cold northwesterly breeze added to the wintry ambiance. With no action during the night, my hopes rested on the last few hours.
The End of the Quest: Unfortunately, the last few hours didn’t yield the desired result. It was a bleep-free night, and as the clock approached 0930/1000 hours, I reluctantly began the slow pack-up. Despite the lack of success, winter carp fishing remains a challenging yet rewarding pursuit, offering both solitude and the potential for unexpected rewards on the tranquil banks.
In Conclusion: Winter carp fishing is undoubtedly a test of patience and skill, with frosty mornings, biting winds, and elusive catches. However, the serenity on the banks and the potential for unexpected rewards make it a pursuit worth embracing. As I head home for the annual Christmas tree purchase trip with the kids, the quest for winter lumps continues. Until next time, may the carp gods favor me with their presence on the frost-kissed banks.
Till Next Time
Richard
UK Carp & Coarse Fishing 