Due to the scorching heat, I opted to fish peg 13. It affords you at least a little shelter behind some trees but, more importantly, gives access to a nice, secluded bay, one of the few areas free of any possible intrusion from other anglers – unless you’re a dab hand with a bait boat, eh Sean! I felt that there may well be a stalking opportunity on the cards so, with that in mind, I gave Welsh Paul the nod to pair-up and we went about getting the bare essentials out of our vehicles, before scurrying around to the no-fishing (cough) bank, to see what was lurking around the margins.
With the light shining down from a different angle, it became apparent that, although there weren’t any carp cruising up and down within range, there were an awful lot about 20 or 30 yards out.
I didn’t waste any more time and after scattering a few boilies into the deep channel that lies just a rod-length or so off said bank, we returned to the swim and prepared to have a dabble with more conventional tactics. I had made Paul aware that the Fox Lake fish weren’t exactly lead-friendly, so it was no surprise that after half a dozen exploratory casts each, the dark shadows sunk beneath the surface and the plumes of bubbles we’d seen all along the far bank, became just the odd, sporadic patch here and there.
Thinking that we’d probably not done ourselves any favours, not that we had much choice, I decided to jump in the car and head off to the shops for enough provisions to see me through the first 36-hours. It was also an excuse to crank the air con up and chill for a bit. As I came out of the supermarket, my phone flashed up a couple of missed calls from Paul. Upon getting in touch, it turned out he’d had a bite and the first 40 of the trip to boot!
I returned just in time to nick the second fish of the trip on his rods, as he stubbornly refused to get up from a mid-afternoon power nap. Absolutely useless! A point borne out by his declaration when he finally got to his feet that it was strange, as he “never misses a beep” – only for him to point at his right-hand rod, which had pulled up tight, with the bobbin hanging forlornly off the bankstick, not 12 hours later when we awoke the following morning...
TOP Paul got off the mark quickly. This was his second 40 from Fox
MIDDLE Sean with a low-40 from our time on Fox
RIGHT PAUL WITH A NEW PB AND HIS FIRST fish OVER 50LB