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 Eight -
The previous chapters have been based on our purchase and development of Moorland Fisheries and they have provided plenty of pleasure and excitement. However, it would be wrong to end this book without mention of some of the people and “happenings” that have added to this period in our lives.
I have personally experienced the best fishing that I have ever had, both on the lake and on the nearby River Saone, and I will gloss across some of the most memorable sessions but this chapter will actually be a conglomeration of sub-
I have already recounted, in another book, the session that produced a huge hit of big carp including several thirties, three forties and a new personal best by nearly eight pounds at fifty six pounds and seven ounces.
It would take a long time to better that session and I don’t want to go back over ground that has already been covered.
2008 has also allowed me to add a further five forties to my total so everything in my angling life is progressing nicely.
However, in order to show how fickle this carp angling can be I will briefly recount a short trip that I made to spend an afternoon on the mighty River Saone.
In our early years in France I had put in an enormous amount of work into trying to find and catch some of the huge carp that the river held.
I had been relatively successful and had managed to land numerous upper thirty pound mirrors and commons, including some thirty nine pound plus fish of both strains.
Because of the amount of work that was now needed on the fishery my angling time away from the lake was limited so it was with absolutely no confidence that I pinched an afternoon in November 2007 simply to relax.
In order to get the best out of the river it is necessary to pre-
I followed this with firing out about a kilo of freebies via the throwing stick and then simply drank in the atmosphere.
By the time the light began to fade I had landed three chub and just as I was beginning to think about packing up my phone rang.
It was Jan asking how I had got on and wondering what time I would be home. Before I could answer, my middle rod folded over and the alarm let out its war cry.
“Gotta go” I shouted and threw the phone onto my chair before leaning into the rod. It was obviously not a chub and after a dour fight in the cold water a large mirror came to the surface and slid into the net.
On the scales she showed 40.02 lb. My first ever River Saone forty.
I phoned Jan to tell her and was amazed when she said “That’s exactly the same weight as your first ever forty in England isn’t it.”
Behind every man there’s a good woman.