The Forgotten Lakes
Old Bolingbroke, Lincs
I have stopped calling these lakes Neals Pits. It just doesn't do them justice. Anyway at the end of March I reacquainted myself with these lovely pieces of water nestled in the middle of nowhere. My first visit of the month saw me sat on the old weed bed again on the west bank of the bottom lake. I have a feeling it isn't the best area of the lake but my word is it peaceful. Sheltered by dense undergrowth in the afternoons it becomes a real sun trap. In fact it was so peaceful I fell asleep which is rare for me when I'm trying to catch an unseen beast. While conscious I did catch a few Roach and Rudd and then lost what I was sure was a big Perch. Playing it for a couple of minutes it came off before I could see it. Frustrating but it was just extra encouragement to go back and have another go.
I have had a few visits since but caught no more Perch of note. As the weather got better though the weed bed peg got more and more pleasant to be in. My rugby mate and keen Carp angler Chris came down to have a look at the lakes one night. Regular readers will remember the massive Carp I saw in the top lake last year and I'm rather hoping Chris will have a go for it. After having a good look around he joined me on the weed bed. "Wow, it's idyllic," Chris exclaimed taking it all in. Just about sums it up really. I did manage to get one of those big mutant Crucians one evening. What a shame they aren't 100% because if they were I'd be famous by now!
River Lima, Italy
Casoli Lake, Italy
Till next time....................