Top Quality French Carp Fishing
NEW Lake Record caught on 26th. April 2017 at 76lb 15oz
and 6 different 60lb plus carp And 2 known 70lb plus carp.
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Chapter Two -
My target was to develop a fishery with big fish and also one which needed to be fished with some thought and with proper angling. I wanted to produce a lake which would leave the successful angler with a sense of achievement rather than that he had bought the fish.
I can see no benefit in fishing in a goldfish bowl situation.
Very early in that first season we realised that we would need to put in a massive amount of work during the winter in order to sort out the stock and further improve the condition of the lake.
To achieve this we planned a drain down and some restocking plus some planting to replicate a traditional English estate lake but with much bigger carp to target.
As the year continued we often heard anglers commenting on the fighting strength of our carp with many stating that they were the hardest fights that they had ever experienced. For instance Mark Canavan hooked a fish at one o’clock in the morning and after twenty minutes of struggle he sent his son, Dan, to wake me up because he was convinced that he had hooked one of the catfish.
I dressed and stood at his side when, some fifty minutes later, I slid the net under a 28.00 lb mirror. At the time it was Mark’s personal best and he sat back on the grass moaning about how much his arm ached but also with a very satisfied look on his face.
We also had a group of six anglers who had already landed sixty carp between them when, on the Friday afternoon, one of them suggested that he might need some help with a leviathan that he was struggling to control. I stood at the back of the swim, some thirty minutes into the battle, when a mighty swirl was accompanied with a vicious “slap” at the surface of the lake. I suggested that it may be tricky to get this one into the landing net and when he asked what I meant I explained that I thought that it was probably one of our catfish. At that point the blood visibly drained from his face and a certain amount of panic appeared to set in as he stated in a tremble
“I’ve never even seen a catfish before”. And then “How big do you think it is?” I tried to reassure him that it was not one of the really big ones but could be about fifty pounds. My guess proved to be spot on when it eventually turned the scales at 51lb and another extremely happy and contented angler left for home the following day.
We had achieved our target start up date and, while our first year would never tear up any trees, we were already forming permanent and wonderful memories. We had by now also fitted out the lodge and my wonderful wife amazed every batch of new anglers with her imaginative menus and superb cooking.
The beers and white wines were chilled, the red wine too easy to drink and my dream was beginning to become a reality. We spent our quiet weeks relaxing under clear and deep blue skies with birds of prey hunting overhead and the regular flash of petrol blue as kingfishers worked back and forth along the lake shore.
The temperatures were hotter than we expected and the need for a swimming pool became more and more apparent. The two years leading up to this point had been absolute hell but now we were able to experience a little sample of heaven.