Just call me “El Blanko”

So you could be forgiven for thinking that i’d dropped off the face of the Earth.  I haven’t obviously but my catch rate certainly has.  With the decent weather we’ve been having the past few weeks i’ve been down on the river after a Barbel or three but my last four trips have all been blanks which is really odd.  In fact I haven’t even had a bite.  I haven’t been getting down until after dark and although I don’t have a problem with that it can make picking out likely looking spots tricky.

A couple of trips after the Zander have also resulted in blanks so I decided to have a bit of a change and have another session on The Monument after The Carp.

There was only three of us on M1 with a lot more anglers choosing to fish M2.  As I sat in the car to let people get their tickets and sort themselves out I was dazzled by something coming up the drive.  I know carp anglers like their vans but this thing had spotlights on the front, top and lights all down both sides.  Honestly I thought the venga bus had turned up to take me to Ibiza.  For the rest of the day all I had going around my head was “the venga bus is coming”.

Conditions were perfect.  Mild, overcast and drizzly.  I’d spent quite a bit of time preparing for the trip.  I’d got my methods all sussed out and rigs made to suit.  The guys in the office gave me the low down on which areas to target.  If I do say so myself I fished like a demon.  My casting was pinpoint accurate, so was my baiting and I don’t think I could have fished better if I tried.  Despite a couple of liners the first day went without any action, apart from a coot that picked my bait up and nearly gave me a heart attack.

On the second day I decided to have a cast about a bit more and see if I could land on a fish.  Just before lunch a couple of fish moved towards the middle so I put both rods out where i’d seen them.  It was all very quiet though.

My session passed without a bite but despite this I loved every minute of it.  The sunrise on the first morning was stunning.  It would have been nice to get a pre-Christmas fish.  I’ve got a trip somewhere organised for next week so hopefully that fish will turn into a pre-New Year fish and the year will end on a high.


Day Ticket Carping

Very civilised

Since first clapping eyes on the Monument Fishery, a couple of years ago, i’d always fancied a session on there.  A day ticket complex like no other, stocked to the brim with big fish, it’s a good place to go and get a bend in your rod and maybe beat your personal best.  I don’t do a lot of Carp fishing to be honest.  It’s normally confined to one week a year but this past year i’ve had a ticket on The Sitch which is also part of the RH Fisheries complex with a view to spending more time targetting them.  Unfortunately, as with most things in life, things didn’t go to plan.  I only managed two 48 hour sessions both of which resulted in blanks.  It left me wondering though whether I was the kind of person that could do that kind of fishing.  The amount of stuff you have to take really is unbelievable.  What to take to eat is a big enough chore and then there is the whole tricky situation about when you need a poo.  I’m not into lining a bucket with a carrier bag, and what if someone sees you perched on said bucket?  No matter how deep you are in the woods you’re always on edge in case a twitcher pops up from behind a bush with his binoculars.

So, it made perfect sense to go and have a session on the Monument complex where there is a toilet and shower block and the fishing is a bit more relaxed.  I know that type of fishery isn’t everyone’s cup of tea but name me a carp fishery that Continue reading