Two more trips to my fave lake chasing the carp before they hunker down in the cold and go off their feed.

Saturday. Slow. I was told it had dropped off since my Harvest moonlit fun on Tuesday (maybe because of its waning?). Tried a bit of everything, and though I lost a couple, just three carp of 8lb 4, 4lb 8 and 6lb 14 was below par.

Tuesday. Unable to do any work for today's employer as their computer system was irrecoverably down. As the job is wholly reliant on access to data bases, I became a professional angler for 4 hours when I got to go fishing but was still paid for the day.  The showers - the first rain in a while - were occasionally heavy and driven in by strong southerly winds which I followed into the north corner, but didn't get a single bite until my usual after work arrival time. Moral justice, some would say.  In the final three hours, the carp took pity on me and sent me Commons of 6lb 11, 11lb, 7lb 15, 6lb 6 and 6lb 10 as well as Mirrors of 5lb and 3lb 10. 

At 6:30 I would have packed up and gone home as the rain was lashing down so hard, I wanted to cower under my brolly as the water ran off my gear and into the lake, but the fish had other ideas. The last three carp came in quick succession during the worst of the downpour and while I'm sure there were more to be caught, I was soaked to the skin and had to abandon.