OLD HABITS, LUCKY CHARMS AND MORE THAN A LITTLE BIT OF MAGIC
PHOTOS BY HARRY WAYE-BARKER AND FRIENDS
The conversation flows and some special fish make a timely appearance as Harry Waye-Barker continues his summer campaign in Cambridgeshire…
MORNING ON THE WOOLPACK
S trangely enough, I often enjoy the journey to the lake; it gives me time to clear my thoughts and focus on the angling ahead. Often, that period of travel and separation from the world, can cleanse the mind ahead of the sole task in hand, that of locating a few carp.
It was still dark as I rolled along Cow Lane and down to the complex. I dipped the lights at the gate and crept into the fishery (a superstitious habit of mine) trying to make as little noise as possible as I arrived on the scene. It probably counts for nothing, but I’m sure we all have odd habits that seem to stick when it comes to our carp fishing. My approach makes me feel as though I am angling properly and causing minimal disturbance to the wildlife, and of course, other anglers.
Rich and I peered out from a little stalking swim on Lake 7, closest to the car park. I love to watch from this spot; it offers a beautiful vista over the lake. All was quiet and there was barely a ripple on the surface. It had been one of those calm, still summer nights when you can hear a pin drop. All of a sudden, I heard a warning call as a startled moorhen scampered out from the tall Norfolk reeds to our right. It scuttled over the water, signalling our arrival to the rest of the lake’s inhabitants.