Diary Archive

I went to Bromswell Lakes today for a change. It was a very windy but warm day, with hardly anybody there. I started fishing at about 2.30pm and almost immediately caught a hard fighting, but tiny, Mirror carp., which heralded the start of many missed bites, snapped lines, tangles, and snagged fish.

Arrived for this camping trip tired, but full of hope, as it was warm and overcast perfect carp fishing or so I thought. Why do carp constantly confound you, why is their behaviour so difficult to find patterns in ? Guess that's why I love carp fishing so much.

I nearly did not go fishing today because I thought it would be too hot, and the fish would be absent. But I forced myself to go, and I'm glad I did because it turned out to be a very nice day, and eventually I got some action.

I got up at the crack of 7am and headed straight to the lake before even having a coffee. It was warm, bright and sticky even at that time, so I was not too optimistic. I headed to the swim with the square bay at the back of the lake, where I had seen, previously the night before, a giant (5 foot) swirl of water disturbed by some monster of a carp.

Arrived later than I planned so it was a mad rush to get the tent up, so I could get fishing. It was very hot and humid, and mostly sunny. I settled down in the shady swim at the back of the lake, near the no fishing area island, with the up turned boat.

I've been praying for some warm weather, and today I got it. Now it's too hot. I'm never happy me. Anyway, I fished at the near bay next to the tree, but it was a bad decision, as blossum off the trees was everywhere and clogged up my tackle.