Dan Kilbee - Overnight life

"A damp Monday evening"

Heading to the local syndicate straight from work on a wet and blustery Monday, knowing I only had limited time before I was back to the daily grind, I got straight to it. Donning a pair of waders and a waterproof jacket, so I was at least a little more protected from the relentless downpour of rain, I started lapping the lake looking for signs of movement, activity, or even feeding. Even though it was a dull grey overcast sky, and there was a chop on the water's surface, my Polaroids were on, as they are a game changer whatever the weather. In my hand, I was armed with nothing else but an air dry bag half full of Jungle Mix. This had been left to soak for 24 hours in the matching Active Enzyme liquid, and then lightly dusted with some of Carbon Baits Hemp & Snails.

Reedy shallow bays are a carp's sanctuary

It didn't take long to find them, as one side of the lake is lined heavily with reeds and quiet secluded bays. These provide a calmer place of solitude, away from any angling pressure which normally comes from the adjacent bank. In this instance however I think they were sheltering from the adverse weather conditions, as it was really starting to turn. I proceeded to lightly bait some likely looking areas close to where I had seen fish activity, which were accessible and safe enough to fish should an opportunity arise. After just 30 minutes of doing so however, a trip to see a friend, who lives close by was needed. I unexpectedly managed to get four spots rocking and started to run out of bait quite quickly (schoolboy error I know). Being the absolute diamond he is, by the time I had arrived at his front gate, he had a bag of Jungle mix out of the freezer ready, making sure I was soon returning back to the water.

Upon my return the resident Swan, who I am going to now name "F****ng thing" had discovered 3 of my spots, and was making its way to the 4th. However with some tactical astuteness, I made my way around to the opposite end of the lake, making enough disturbance so that the Swan was aware of my exact location. Knowing he'd come to investigate, I started baiting with the last bit of hemp and a few boilies crumbed up as small as I could get them. As predicted, along he "swanned" to gobble up the free meal. With the area being made up of "bits" I hoped it would keep him busy long enough for me to sneak into the only spot remaining. With a short trip back to the car, a rod and the obvious essentials of a mat, net and my tackle pouch were gathered, as the fish were still actively looking for more food. I was soon "back in the zone" and a few half boilies were gently flicked over their heads, fluttering down in a seesaw motion, moving them off the desired spot without spooking them too much. This allowed enough time to lower a short braided rig, mounted with a High Class Hooker onto the dancefloor, sink my line and sit back . . . TRAP SET!

Sometimes a simple rig is all that's needed

Unlike the week prior, when in a similar scenario I found myself attached to fish within literally 10 seconds, my patience was tested to its fullest, as I was forced to endure a lengthy timescale … of a whole 3 MINUTES!!!

With the rod still in my hand, and the clutch set tight, the tip suddenly smashed round and an eruption broke on the surface. Not wanting to give an inch of line away, as it was trying to make its way into the reedbed it considered safe, a frantic battle ensued. The fish continuously tried to skirt left, then right, time and time again. As the water was shallow it had nowhere else to go. Eventually the battle was won and he was sulking in the net . . . Dan 1 - 0 Carp! . . What a buzz!

An angry male made all the effort totally worthwhile!

A cracking common that couldn't resist the High Class Hooker placed in "the zone"

Whilst I had no other action to report on from the remainder of the session, it did give me time to think. That is, if there is one thing I have learnt over the last couple of sessions, it is that one rod, a little effort, and good quality bait can be far more rewarding, and exhilarating, than sitting behind 3 motionless rods, wondering… what if? Should I have? Could I have?

Can one rod be more effective than three?

Over and out until next time.

Much love 


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