Best get to the serious fishing bit rather quickly now; I can sense the editor is getting twitching already…miserable sod! The saying “It’s not what you know, it’s who you know” has paid dividends for me this month as I’m friends with the hard working chaps that run the ‘Mid-Kent fisheries’.
These guys have worked tirelessly to create a new lake from two previous ones. Digging out the bank that separated the ‘triangle lake’ and the ‘nook and cranny’ lake in Canterbury have combined to make a new look venue, called ‘Loggies Lake’, in which the new fish should flourish.
The new lake has been stocked with nearly two hundred carp to nearly thirty-pounds but I can foresee many of these fish growing on quickly, making this potentially one of ‘the’ waters to have a ticket for.

As you’ve probably guessed from previous articles I’m not one to adhere totally to all the rules but when I was invited to fish this lake along with my ‘non stroke-pulling’ pal Andrew a full month before the official opening I felt obliged to tow the line a little. The ever-conscientious Chris Logsdon, ‘Mid-Kent Fisheries’ officiator, told us we could only fish the far bank, out of the sight of the paying members… no problemo.

As Andrew and I pulled up at the near bank car park a huge mirror leapt out to greet us - at least twenty-five pounds. This obviously feeding fish cleared the water a further three times as we dispatched our gear from Andrew’s mobile tackle shop cum transit van. The temptation was far too great for me but the ever-dependable Andrew felt a strong compulsion to stick to the bank we were allowed to fish. A ban from a water that isn’t even open would be a first even by my low standards.

We set-up between the only two islands on the lake; carp holding areas surely. Having assured Andrew of ‘plenty to twenty’ I was not overly confident, the big bugger was jumping over 100 yards away! Most of my fishing is done ‘under the rod-tips’ but I could tell in this swim I would have to cast over fifty yards or more; not good for me. People should play to their strengths; casting accurately is not one of mine.

Andrew ‘spodded’ a tonne of trout pellet to within a foot of the far island then cast expertly cast two baits in the same vicinity. I slung out a bait in that general direction (on the third time of asking!) on the other I set up on a float rig with a bit of bread in the margin.

Andrew’s rods lay silent as I caught roach after rudd after bream on the bread, surely a carp would pass soon?
I started to get a bit cocky as I offered him a go on the float rod just so as he didn’t blank; he declined with dignity.
My carp rig lay as still as a comatose patient on the day the doctor offers the benefactors of the will a chance of switching off the life support equipment.

It is a strange phenomenon in carp fishing that the fish will suddenly ‘turn on’ to feeding: like a dinner gong has been sounded. I don’t know why it happens but I have witnessed it on so many occasions I know it’s a fact. The dinner gong sounded…. Sure enough Andrew had his first fish, then his second, then his third……They were all small ‘doubles’ but the realization that he was on the fish and I was blindly hoping for my float to dip made me think he really does know what he’s doing… and I really ought to learn how to cast accurately.
Then ‘IT’ happened…
Andrews’ bobbin rose again!
This time the strike met with a much more solid resistance: Shit, my predictions of ‘plenty to twenty’ were coming true - but for him not me. Thankfully as the big girl rolled in front of us she threw the hook, at least it saved me the bother of knocking it off with the net! Only joking. It never fails to amaze me the amount of bad luck Andrew has with carp, time and time again he is cheated of a big memory by fate.
With the obvious disappointment and the light fading he suggested we called it a day but with my lack of carp I thought it maybe prudent to give it another hour.

My dormant ledger rig suddenly burst into life; to the victor the spoils; Yeehaw! Bow-locks, it was a tench…(very nearly two-pounds!)… This was not going to be my day.

Loggies Lake opened to all and sundry sometime later and yielded a 28lbs. Mirror carp on the first night, probably the fish Andrew had dropped.

The moral of all this is stop reading about how the experts cock it up and get out there and do it yourself!!

Enjoy.