Winter had finally arrived, and with it came the much-anticipated Christmas social. This year, for the first time in what felt like forever, the conditions were actually in our favor. The event was scheduled during the week rather than the weekend, a departure from the pattern of the last four weekends. The downside? It seemed that everyone else had the same idea. As they say, great minds think alike.

Earlier that afternoon, I received a message from a fellow angler. The lake was buzzing with activity, leaving only two decent swims available. Since I was planning to fish socially with a friend, we ideally needed to be close to one another. Ironically, the available swims were the same two that had been open during previous years’ socials. Familiar territory, but it would have to do.

A stroke of luck came my way when my wife decided to skip her Zumba class that evening. Her only request was that I take our youngest to her club on my way out. This small favor meant I could head to the lake earlier than anticipated. A heartfelt thank you to Mrs. H for her understanding and flexibility!

I pulled up at the lake around 7 PM. To my delight, the preferred swim was still unoccupied. Even better, I could hear the unmistakable sound of carp crashing somewhere out there. It was a promising start. With little hesitation, I set about preparing my gear. My plan was straightforward: two large PVA bags filled with a mixture of small pellets, Trigga, Co-De Solubles, and a sprinkling of Trigga Ice and Co-De 15mm boilies. I’ve always enjoyed mixing boilies of different sizes to keep things interesting.

One rod was rigged with a white 12mm Co-De pop-up, while the other featured a 15mm Co-De wafter paired with a 12mm pop-up. Using a couple of trees as horizon markers, I cast both rods 18 wraps out to spots I knew were productive from past sessions. If Steve, my fishing partner, arrived in the morning, he’d have the option to double up with me or take the equally appealing swim next door.

Night 1

The first night passed uneventfully, much to my surprise. I’d heard carp activity earlier and expected at least some action. Perhaps they were further out than I’d estimated. Thinking of adjusting my baits, I was up early the next morning, scanning the lake for any signs of activity. This swim offers plenty of options, which can be both a blessing and a curse. Success here requires a deep understanding of the carp’s movements.

By 9:30 AM, I decided it was time to refine my approach. After some observation, I identified two promising spots and prepared a fresh bait mix. Along with the Trigga and Co-De Solubles, I added Nutrabaits Hemp Sludge for added attraction. I put out about a kilo of bait on each spot, including a handful of boilies. With my rods set, the rest of the day was spent catching up with other syndicate members who’d come down for the social.

Night 2

By 8 PM, the forecasted rain arrived. While it drowned out the hum of traffic, it also muffled the sound of any carp activity. The rain turned heavier through the night, accompanied by gusty winds. Carp typically dislike such conditions, but I held onto a sliver of hope that the wind might spur them into action. Unfortunately, sleep was hard to come by, and I woke later than usual, groggy and disappointed to find another carpless night behind me.

Day 3

At 7:49 AM, I sat by my rods, reflecting on another fruitless night. The conditions had been perfect, yet the carp seemed to have vanished. Reports from other anglers confirmed that it had been a slow week, with only two fish landed across entirely different areas. The carp appeared to be tucked away in some hidden corner, avoiding the increased pressure from all the activity around the lake.

The wind had shifted to the northwest, bringing a brisk chill to the air. While the sun promised to make an appearance, the day’s conditions were less than ideal for sitting still by the water. I began to question whether staying for a fourth night was worthwhile. I had plans to fish the club lake on Sunday and Monday, but if that venue ended up crowded, it might not be worth the effort either. The thought crossed my mind: Could this be my last trip of 2024? It had been an incredible year, and I wanted to end it on a high note.

After careful consideration and a lot of weather-checking, I made the call. The cold wind biting at my face and the dwindling odds of success tipped the scales. Steve shared my sentiments, agreeing that we’d already made the most of the favorable weather. The decision was made to pack up and head home.

As I gathered my gear, I couldn’t help but reflect on the session. While the fishing itself had been slow, the camaraderie and time spent by the water had made it worthwhile. There’s always a lesson to be learned, even in the quietest of sessions. Until next time, the carp and the lake would have to wait.

With one final look at the water, I bid the lake goodbye, my heart already set on future adventures. As the year drew to a close, I felt a deep gratitude for the experiences 2024 had brought. Here’s to the next chapter –

Tight lines and endless possibilities.

Until next Time

Richard

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