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Friday the thirteenth! I am definitely not a superstitious person and so the prospect of an angling session on Friday the thirteenth did not affect me in the slightest. Things such as 'touch wood', seven years of bad luck for breaking a mirror and not walking under a ladder have no hold on my life at all. And the only reason I won't open an umbrella in the house is because there's no reason to! It is amazing though how many people are held in bondage by superstition. We look at so-called primitive tribes in different parts of the developing world and laugh at their idiosyncrasies yet we are no different in the western world. And my attitude to superstition spills over into my angling too. The only favourite peg I have is one that I enjoy fishing in, nothing at all to do with supernatural experiences. And as I don't believe in 'luck' - either good or bad - I know that the success or failure of any session is down to either me, the conditions or the fish and not because I forgot to wear my lucky shirt or fish with my lucky rod.
Going to war with the canal carp
Bait boat on the canal! There were several spots in mind that I was happy to fish, all of them being noted from previous walks along the towpath while spinning. The stretch in question has various features with overhanging trees and far bank reeds fairly common - and it was facing the latter that saw me drop my gear after a long walk from the car. My initial first choice was already taken by a couple of carp anglers who were there for the night.
Baiting up with seeds and brown crumb My baiting was done by hand - with a small amount of seed mix being deposited in two spots. The first was directly in front of me against the reeds that fringed the far bank and the second was 'downstream' in the main channel. With the canal being so narrow, being exact as far as depositing attractor bait is concerned isn't a major issue (hence my comments about the boat). Certainly once the day draws to an end the fish will move freely and will soon pick up on a baited area. I mixed a small amount of brown crumb in with the seeds because on their own they would scatter too much when thrown out. Although I wasn't looking to bait a tiny pinpoint spot nevertheless stray seeds all over the swim wasn't what I was looking for either. I didn't mould hard balls of bait as they would have sunk into the bed of the canal. Instead I made the texture such that it broke on impact with the water so that the seeds rested on the bottom.
Lots of action from the chub
I had lots of chub right from the word go. Some of them were decent enough fish as well, certainly on the right gear they would put up a great fight. Even on 10lb line they resisted, so imagine the battle on 3lb or 4lb line. But the carp were proving to be very elusive. Until right at the end that is. The session itself was a four-hour one beginning at 9.15pm and after a succession of chub I eventually netted a carp. As the photograph shows it wasn't a big fish, but it was nice to catch my chosen species. And walking back to the car I thought to myself that the next time I cast out will be into a river. Can't wait!
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