Winter’s Early Arrival: A Fishing Journey
Winter seems to be making an early debut this year. The wind is whipping down from the north, carrying a biting chill. The temperature has dropped sharply, giving everything an unmistakable wintery feel. On the bright side, the atmospheric pressure is incredibly low, sitting at 999mb, though it’s predicted to rise to 1010mb by Friday. Then, just as we settle into the week, a massive storm is expected on Saturday. Nature’s dramatic shifts never fail to keep us on our toes.
The lake’s surface water temperature is steady at 10.6°C—only about 2°C cooler than last week. Deeper in the water, the temperature is likely warmer, a deceptive fact that might make it seem as if winter’s icy grip is only impacting the land. Unfortunately, many anglers overlook this nuance, assuming the chill affects the lakes just as strongly.
A Cold Morning Arrival
I arrived at the lake around 9 a.m., timing my visit just after the overnight rain had started to ease off. Driving through the countryside, I noticed considerable standing water on the roads the closer I got to my destination—a minor concern that added a bit of tension to the journey.
To my surprise, not a single angler was fishing when I arrived. The lake was entirely mine. This is a rarity, and it gave me the freedom to select my swim with complete flexibility. As usual, I chose my spot based on the prevailing weather and conditions, although I made a point of driving around the lake to assess all potential options. You can never be too sure—sometimes a quick check reveals something unexpected.
Despite the freedom to choose any swim, I was drawn back to the same area I had focused on last winter. My campaign for the elusive mirror carp I spotted last year was still fresh in my mind. After briefly visiting a few other swims, I returned to my chosen spot. The swim exuded a certain “carpy” feel that I couldn’t ignore. Its promise of success was enough to solidify my decision.
Setting Up for Success
The right-hand rod was positioned in the exact same spot as last week. For the left-hand rod, I adjusted slightly, placing it in a silty area where I’ve observed carp activity when fishing the opposite swim. Being closer now, I opted for a fluorocarbon-coated line, set up slack, and paired it with my trusty Stow Bobbins for maximum sensitivity. Precision and subtlety were the order of the day.
To entice the carp, I baited up one spot with a mix of groundbait, scalded pellets, and a handful of boilies. The other rod featured only boilies—a mix of Trigga Ice, Co-De, and Cream Cajouser in varying sizes. I scattered about 2 kilograms of bait over this area, creating an enticing feeding zone. My hook baits were carefully chosen: a snowman rig combining Cream Cajouser and Pink Pepper on one rod and two 15mm wafters on the other. These rods would remain untouched until Thursday lunchtime unless conditions warrant a change. By then, I’d decide whether to stay for a third night or pack up early.
A Frosty First Night
The night brought clear skies and an eerie silence. I awoke to a heavy frost blanketing the landscape. The morning chill was enough to keep me nestled in my sleeping bag until just before 9 a.m., indulging in a bit of laziness. On such a cold and frosty day, there was no rush to disturb my rods. My plan was to leave them out until it was time to pack up, whether that would be after two or three nights.
The decision on when to leave wasn’t just about fishing. A hospital appointment on Friday morning loomed in my schedule, forcing me to weigh the pros and cons of staying an extra night. Leaving on Thursday afternoon seemed a practical option, but I was reluctant to cut my trip short. Packing up on Friday before sunrise was another possibility, though far from ideal.
A Visit and an Evening Alone
Steve, a fellow syndicate member, stopped by for a chat during the day. We hadn’t seen each other since early September, so our conversation was overdue. We shared laughs, brewed some tea, and even indulged in a few chocolate biscuits—a simple yet cherished moment of camaraderie. As the sun began to set, Steve packed up and left, leaving me as the sole angler on the lake for another night.
The evening brought a mix of anticipation and reflection. The weather forecast for the following day was intriguing. Depending on how far the cloud front would move inland, we could see rain, snow, or a mix of both. While the idea of a wet pack-up wasn’t appealing, neither was rushing through an early Friday departure. I decided to leave the final decision for the next day.
As darkness fell, I spotted three carp showing—just shy of my swim but close enough to rekindle my hope. Their movements hinted at activity and gave me confidence that they might venture closer in the next 18 hours.
The Final Morning: Snow and Decisions
The second night felt noticeably warmer, and I was relieved to wake without frost. However, the weather had taken another turn. Rain began around 8 a.m. and soon transformed into sleet, with hints of snow mixed in. Despite my high hopes for action in the early hours, the rods remained silent. The carp, it seemed, had other plans.
With snow now falling, I began to reconsider my departure. Packing up in the snow was far from ideal, but the thought of a wet or rushed departure on Friday wasn’t much better. Ultimately, I decided to wait for the snowfall to stop before heading home. Flexibility and patience are as important in fishing as they are in life.
Reflections on a Quiet Session
As I packed up, I couldn’t help but reflect on the past few days. Winter fishing is often about more than just the catch. It’s about embracing the solitude, the quiet beauty of nature, and the challenge of adapting to the ever-changing conditions. While I didn’t land any fish this time, the experience was rich in its own way. The sight of carp showing nearby, the frost-covered mornings, and the camaraderie with Steve all contributed to the story of this session.
Until next time, the lake will hold its secrets, and I’ll continue my pursuit of that elusive mirror carp. Each trip brings new lessons, new challenges, and the promise of what lies beneath the surface. Winter’s early arrival may have tested my resolve, but it also reminded me why I keep on coming back.
Tight lines,
Richard
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