|The view from the bin zone. Not the nicest niff, but great|
access to a remote island in the Atlantic. Notice the now
defunct cattle enclosure on the right, thankfully devoid
of defunct cattle!
There are quite a lot of fish in this pool and I think a lot of them are wild. I decided I was going to hunt out a few of the big ones so I set myself up with a hair-rigged strawberry boilie that looked nice enough to have on a sandwich. I took my time to cast just in front of the trees, without, thankfully, the heartache and embarrassment of getting stuck in them. I employed a technique known world wide as the underarm plop (What? You've never heard of it? Where have you been?) to place my strawberry delight right on the button.
|Carp a la strawberry delight. Notice the well organised|
set up of the Riviera Kid. As tidy as his bedroom.
Satisfied, I planned to take another hour or two to wallow in the great fish that I had just nabbed. The clouds around started to darken a little and the other three anglers all decide to call it a day and pack up, so I was starting to get the desire for chicken curry and a nice frosted can of Guinness myself. Just a few more casts. And boy am I glad that I hung on.
|Wow, a giant torpedo of a carp. The yellow object that you|
can see in the picture is actually a two-person kayak, just
to give you some idea of the size!
Anyway, with it safely returned, I did depart, happy, for a well deserved curry and glass of the dark stuff. Happy days