Carpworld - - CONTENTS - -Ru­pert White­man

The ed­i­tor un­bur­dens his re­cent dif­fi­cul­ties, but de­spite all the ad­ver­sity he’s faced he is de­ter­mined to spend some time on the bank

As the nights be­gin to draw in at a rapid rate of knots, I’ll quite will­ingly and swiftly tuck this year un­der the bed and try and for­get about it ever hap­pen­ing, I think. This is ob­vi­ously a month or so pre­ma­ture but by god it’s been a stinker from a per­sonal point of view. As I al­luded to in my first ed­i­to­rial, I shan’t be giv­ing you all the full in­sight into my per­sonal life, as I’m a per­sonal kind of guy, but I’ll gloss over a cou­ple of bits for your delec­ta­tion; in the past six months I’ve man­aged to lose 50% of my gain­ful em­ploy­ment and my long-term (for me) re­la­tion­ship with my erst­while bet­ter half has fin­ished. I have no plans, or the rel­e­vant funds, for a new start, which was en­forced whether I liked it or not, when I moved out. I’ve buried my best mate and his fa­ther, and said good­bye to a cou­ple more along the way, too. It has, by all ac­counts, been an an­nus hor­ri­bilus – lol!

Fin­gers crossed though, there’s just a tiny ray of light at the end of the tun­nel, and that’s two bits of fish­ing I re­ally shouldn’t have com­mit­ted too!

Firstly, I’ve been asked to pho­to­graph the 10th an­niver­sary Forces Carp Clas­sic match over at Abbey. In re­turn, I get to sling my rods out ev­ery night and lis­ten to ol’ Les Wright snor­ing his lit­tle head off. It’ll be great to catch up with many faces, both old and new. The weather looks like it’s all fall­ing into place at just the right time, so, who knows, just as this hits the shelves, I could be sat back, sur­rounded by a pile of sil­ver­ware, lots of carpy prizes and a win­ner’s cheque – with Les too, ob­vi­ously. It’s bloody un­likely go­ing on the year’s events so far, but a nice thought all the same!

Se­condly, there is the small mat­ter of Cassien. I can nei­ther af­ford it, nor do I have the time for it, but I’m bloody go­ing and that’s that! I’ve driven past it on a cou­ple of oc­ca­sions now but never stopped for a dan­gle. That is all about to change. Seven short days in what lit­tle win­ter sun is left on of­fer shall be grate­fully ac­cepted, part way through No­vem­ber.

The ac­com­mo­da­tion is booked, the boat is hired – it sounds as sim­ple as pack­ing seven pairs of pants and socks (plus a cou­ple of T shirts) and a rig box and go­ing to haul 20kg-plus carp for fun. Let’s hope so any­way. Like I said, I need the break!

For com­pany, I have Mr Al White, a man who’s aver­sion to Euro fish­ing is much like my dis­taste for his foot­ball club. On a plus note, he’s also a bit of a lefty and a se­rial ‘statto’ – of ev­ery­thing – and as it’s only a 14 hour drive from my front door (you can add an ex­tra hour if we end up choos­ing the ferry in­stead of a train), the con­ver­sa­tion should be riv­et­ing on the jour­ney down...

All jokes aside, some say he’s a dab hand with a boat. Some say he can read the sub­tle nu­ances of the lake bed us­ing an echo sounder. So I say he sounds like the ideal com­pan­ion for my first real ef­fort on a big piece of wa­ter. All that hard graft and fea­ture­find­ing will feel a cinch, whilst sit­ting on a beach with some wine and cheese as he bobs about gen­tly, on the hori­zon.

Bring on the snark(s)!

ABOVE Group Shot of the 2015 Forces Carp Clas­sic at Abbey Lakes

BE­LOW The fa­mous Cassien road bridge (image cour­tesy of Steve Briggs)

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