Jake Lund gets put to the test

Jake Lund

27th August 2014

Sometimes no matter what we do and no matter how well we think we are fishing, things just have a habit of going terribly wrong! You can be fishing exactly how you know you need to be; yet everything around you just seems to be transpiring against you. That’s exactly what my fishing has felt like over the last 3-weeks and in all honesty it had really started to grind me down.

Rewind back a month and my local syndicate water was looking absolutely spot on, mostly due to the slightly cooler, wet weather we had been experiencing. Plenty of fish were showing and more to the point falling to the rods of others fishing it. Unfortunately I was unable to fish the first week of these incredibly carpy conditions and it was really getting too me knowing what I was missing out on. I knew the fish would be getting their heads down as I had primed some spots with Dynamite Baits Monster Tiger Nut boilies and they were regularly showing. All I could do was reluctantly continue with other commitments that had previously been arranged, trying not to think about the fantastic fishing I was missing out on.

The next week at work really dragged on, the conditions remained cooler and it still looked perfect for a bite. A couple of times during the week I managed to introduce a few more boilies onto the spots, full well hoping that they would be waiting for me on my arrival at the weekend.

Finally after finishing work on the Friday evening, I found myself set up on the bank for a 48-hour session. Typically though, unlike the previous weeks consistent ‘carpy’ weather, I was met with torrential rain and gales force winds. Not only this, but the swim I really wanted was taken and meant that I was now going to have to locate some fish during the worst downpour we’d had in a while.

Earlier in the week I had spotted the lakes largest resident holding up in a very neglected swim; in fact this spot hadn’t produced a fish all year. After a lot of looking around trying to make out carp showing within the waves, after 3-hours I decided to settle into the quiet swim. After I finally got the rods out I was soaked through and not in the best of minds – it just felt like it was going to be one of them sessions!

The first night went by pretty uneventfully, but when I woke up in the morning my confidence levels went up a few notches as fish began to show over my baited spot. After sleeping off the night befores grump, I was now ready for a new day and hopefully a little bit of luck. As the morning proceeded I began to wonder exactly what was happening, with so many fish showing I just couldn’t believe that I hadn’t had a pickup.

In the end I finally decided on a recast and on retrieval of my rig discovered exactly what the problem was – there was a distinct lack of bait on my hair! Cursing whatever I could think of, I took a deep breath and made a recast back to the same spot, but as expected the activity in the swim ceased shortly afterwards.

I thought I had missed my chance, when about 2-hours later out of the blue, my recast rod roared into life. I lifted into what was a powerful fish and instantly it made a frantic dash towards some overhanging trees. All I could do was give it as much as I could, but within seconds I was experiencing that sinking feeling we all know too well when a big fish sheds the hook.

I was gutted, after all the mental build up to the session the last thing I needed was to loose a big fish. I shook it off and made a recast back to the same spot, but for the next 24-hours my alarms remained silent and bobbins lay dormant. For the second time during the trip, just when I thought it wasn’t going to happen, the same rod ripped off forcing me to give plenty of line on its initial run. With the fish in open water I thought little could go wrong, but then once again, I experienced yet another hook pull – I couldn’t believe what was happening, I was really being tested!

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I sat back a broken man, only to have my friend enter the swim to announce he had got the big girl in the net at 42lb and was hoping I’d take some photos. Obviously I was happy for him, but like anyone will know sometimes fishing can be pure elation and at other times makes you hit rock bottom. These were the emotions we were both feeling and I soon made my way back to my bivvy feeling even more deflated.

The week after saw a similar outcome, after waiting all week for my session to arrive, I found myself setting up on my prebaited spot and within 10-minutes I hooked into a powerful fish. It plodded around in front of me near a bush that has never caused me any issues when everything just went solid. I couldn’t believe it; I just couldn’t do anything to move it. All of a sudden carp fishing seemed to be doing its best to break me!

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The fish had appeared to move, so that’s exactly what I did as well. With the lake being so weedy I struggled to find any clear spots, but after a couple of exploratory casts with a light lead I soon had a couple of rods on a spot baited with some Monster Tiger Nut boilies. Having had three chances I didn’t expect a lot, as this water can be moody at times and I felt that I had already had my quota of opportunities.

This is when the deflated angler I had become, suddenly felt that amazing feeling when things suddenly come together. Looking over the lake going over everything in my head that happened in the last couple of weeks, I suddenly had my attention drawn to a run on my left rod. As I played the fish, after the previous three losses all I could think was that the fish was going to drop off any second. It was a horrible feeling, but one that was soon forgotten when I slipped the net under a stunning 33lb common. Certainly not the biggest I’ve caught, but if ever I needed to put a fish in the net for my own sanity, it was this one!

With fish still showing, I quickly unhooked the common and recast to the spot. As I was having the pictures taken of my 33, the same rod ripped off again and the XT-RB Baitrunner screamed, resulting in yet another 30lb common! I couldn’t believe it, from feeling the lowest of the low to being picked straight back up again and then some! It’s amazing how much of an impact fishing can have on your emotional state and more to the point how it can all turn around in an instant. Without doubt we’ll always go through patches where it seems we can’t do anything right, but at the end of the day we go through them to experience the red-letter moments that we’ll always remember.