A Dream Begin.
After my last session with Martijn, which unfortunately remained fishless, it was now up to me and Thomas. Thomas is more a "recreative fisherman" than a true carp angler. Over the years, he has gained a lot of knowledge about carp fishing.
We meet around 2 pm, in that way we have enough time to put the rods on the selected spots. My previous session had of course shown me that it took quite some time to put the rods in the right way. Although I have a license for three rods, I always only fish with two. There are few cuttings on this water, so line pressure can certainly play a role in this water.
The evening falls when the rigs has been lying on the spots for a while. Unfortunately, nothing has happened yet. Martijn comes by in the evening to have a nice drink with us before we dive into our sleeping bag. It is quiet, very quiet!
While we are relaxing on our stretchers, nothing really happens for a long time. Suddenly I wake up with a single beep on my obstacle rod. I wake up and immediately point with my flashlight on top of my rod. I see the top moving, but the bite alarm makes no sound. Immediately I jump out of bed and wake Thomas, saying "Thomas action ...!". There is fish on it, he looks confused. While I quickly grab the boat, my fighting drag finally starts ticking. I grab the rod off the banksticks and actually make sure that I don't put pressure on it. This is because the fish normally hooks itself through the float and the heavy lead in the alga and then remains there.
In a hurry we navigate with the boat to the floater who quietly "chill" on the open water, out of reach of all branches. The fish swam in the weed as expected. I calmly start to put pressure. I feel a heavy weight slowly coming up. While I point my headlamp downwards, I only see one big bonk of weed. I am a bit worried, I have not felt anything yet that could be an indication of a fish on the line.
I remain calm, Thomas gradually removes the weed from the line that comes up. Suddenly I also see my lead emerge between the whelp picks. "DAMN" is the first thing I called.
With a rig of 17cm, I was afraid that I had lost the fish. My thoughts wander a bit and feel the disappointment already dominate. While we quietly continue to make the line free of weed, the adrenaline decreased. While our hands work through the weeds, a large mirror carp suddenly appears.
The adrenaline revives and immediately shouts: "THOMAS GET THE FISH IN!". Thomas did not know what happened to him and almost fell out of the boat. The fish was in a huge piece of weed while Thomas tried to push the landingnet as deep as possible under the weed. I also try to send fish carefully towards the landingnet. With a lot of effort, it finally seems like he's in it. We lift the net and see the huge mirror appear.
"YESSSS", I think a number of residents of the waterhomes have been woken up by my night cry, but it doesn't bother me for a while. For a moment everything is forgotten! This is one of the top fishes. What a nice feeling! We calmly navigate back to the bank, while I am not fully aware of what just has happened.
If you can send his photo to the people who are currently asleep, you will enjoy!
After I have put the fish safely in the sling, I quickly leave my fishing rod. You’ll never know what the feeding place still can deliver in the early morning hours.
The alarm goes off; it's time we get up! The remaining hours of the morning we weren’t awakened by other bites, but that didn’t took away my wonderful feeling. I grab my cell phone and immediately see multiple messages of friends that know the fish have been caught.
I let the boys know, that for those who want to see the fish. I'm going to take pictures at half past nine so that they might have a chance to see the fish in real life. As a child, I prepare all the stuff to take the photos. Martijn and Addick, two of my buddies, come to see the catch of this characteristic fish of at least 40 years old.
A block of concrete normally 21 kilos. I had it clean at 19.5 kilos but I am very happy!!!
After a photo session, I let this old pearl continue its way. I look back on this session with a wonderful feeling, knowing that I have another session on the schedule next week.
You can read how it went in Part 3.
Read part 1 here