All started pretty standard. Set up a float as there was fishy movement close to shore, and after 3 hours, had 2 commons of 4lb 6 and 6lb 8, plus a bream (unweighed) of around a pound. Bites slowed and with the sun starting to climb and having seen some movement two thirds of the way to the island, I chucked a method feeder at them, rather than tight to the island, as seems to be the fashion. This suggestion was pooh-poohed by one of the revered club denizens on his daily stroll. He was only trying to be helpful, and we both chuckled as the buzzer went and in came another common of 6lb 12. Fish, eh?

He went on his way, and over the next few hours I landed commons of 7lb 6, 7lb 10, 6lb 10, 5lb 6, 5lb 11, 5lb 3, 5lb 2, 5lb 4, 5lb 11, 5lb 3, 8lb 15, 5lb 10, 7lb 8, 7lb 14, 5lb 5, 7lb 4, mirrors of 8lb 10, 10lb 9, 5lb 1 and bream of 5lb 6 & 6lb 2

It was mad. It just didn't stop. I lost 4 seemingly bigger fish too, but having totted it up, am delighted enough to have passed the 150lb mark. Pulling in fish after fish became rather tiring, but what a day.  The smile on my face was huge, and could not be dislodged even when the bobbin stuck to the line as I struck, lifting the bite alarm and rod rest and sending them irretrievable out in the water.

While winding in fish after fish, I had several thoughts:

- I wondered if the carp had come away from the island because of the low water level.
- OK, so I lost those 4 fish, but to have just one of over 9lb was unusual
- Out of 22 carp, for only 3 to be mirrors seemed a statistical anomaly
- Did I have enough beer in the fridge to celebrate the day when I got home